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Belinda

Fourteen
Female

Her one eye is of a dark brown almost like mud. It also has this golden ring like gold colored that circles around her pupil. Sadly her right eye is gone and so went the beautiful brown eye that was there.


Belinda's body is built more for strength not speed. Even though she believes she is quick, she is not as quick as those wolves who on the smaller side. She is tall but not to much taller than your average wolf. She is 30 inches in height and weighs about 120lbs.


She has a mixture of colors that play into her fur. Her fur is somewhat long but not too long. She has grey, white, black, and a little bit of brown here and there. Her head is mostly white with a greyish/brown line that runs from her nose up to the top of her head. The neck is mostly made up of brown then it switches to black down her back and all the way to her tail. Her feet are all white.


Sample post:

Do you ever get that feeling like the wind is knocked out of you and you are just frozen there trying to breath? Well right now i feel that way. When i heard those two words coming from the mouth of Camelot. He walked towards the mouth of the den but before entering he caught my gaze and this time i didn't hold back the hurt that was sitting there plain as day. I knew that like all brutes who find their imprints, Camelot would go for his. Deep down i'm again happy for him, but it pains me to watch him go into that den and nuzzle right up to Laila. When Lalia begins to speak i just try to tune it out. Everything and anyone. She finally tells me that she appreciates the rabbit and i give a quick nod. I watch her for a moment as her eyes flutter shut and her breathing slows telling me that she was asleep and i should probably go as to not disturb her anymore. I let my gaze fall back onto the pups as i watch them squeal around trying to find their mother's warm milk. The two seem to carry both their mother and Camelot's features. When i look back up i hope to catch Camelot's gaze one last time, but its not the happy gaze he sees in me everytime we meet up in the freelands, no its an expressionless gaze that is sure to leave a mark. I don't speak a single word as i turn on my heels and back down the rocky slope.

I have read the rules

The word count minimum is 200.

I rped on the old Lunar Children.

OOC: TicklemeElmo