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Posted on January 1, 2013 at 08:22:42 AM by Edo

NAME: Galiene

AGE 6
GENDEr: female
EYE COLOR: light, icy blue

APPEARANCE
Slightly taller than average, gifted with long legs beneath a lithe but muscled frame. Diligently patrolling her mountain home has honed her muscles for the strenuous activity of climbing, and combined with her long limbs results in a considerable gift for agility and speed. Her frame is full of strength, but she is not equipped for brute force. Her muscles are compact, her frame more narrow than broad and of an elegant length.

She is white over much of her body and limbs, but wears a cape of grey along her back, extending from her eyes to the tip of her tail. Her heritage means her coat is built for northern climates, thick and ample in the winter, and lush enough to add some bulk even in the summer. She stands at 33 inches tall, and 130lbs.

PERSONALITY *
HISTORY *
Child of Boneclaw, Queen of Solevion, and Malakai.

IMPRINTING ABILITY - imprinted to Aiden

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NAME:Lodestar

AGE 5
GENDER: male
EYE COLOR: a dark, brownish red.

APPEARANCE
Like his father, Lodestar bears the brindle markings of silver and brown above his black coat, which, like his sister, is fit for a cold and bitter land. True to the heritage of his mother and father, he is a muscled beast, tall and broad in the chest. His legs are thick and powerful, made for ascending formidable slopes and charging forward to overcome threats or prey. He is quick in short sprints, but tires quicker in a drawn-out chase. His stamina can better hold out in close combat. Now fully grown, he stands at a formidable 38 inches at the shoulder, weighing 170lbs.

PERSONALITY *
HISTORY *
Son of Boneclaw, and Thunderbone, alphas of Solevion

IMPRINTING ABILITY - yes

PUTTING A HOLD ON LODESTAR

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NAME: Cat Eye

AGE: 11
GENDER: female
EYE COLOR: golden yellow

APPEARANCE
Lean and muscled by her time as a loner, Cat has taken on a harsher appearance in her recent years. Conflicts with others and natural disasters have left her scarred-- across the face and in one large twisted scar upon her left shoulder, dealt by flame. Her long body and decidedly feminine attributes still preserve their sexuality, her movements confident and smooth when not aggressive. She is quick, and not extremely strong, but her ferocity lends her power when riled.

Her coat is black, with patches of flecked grey across her shoulders. It's of average thickness, thin and sleek during the hotter months, and thick enough during winter. She is of average height at 30 inches tall, weighing 110lbs

PERSONALITY *
HISTORY *
IMPRINTING ABILITY - males only



SAMPLE -

Like all things that feel for a time endless and interminable, the night and its infinite prospects for mystery began to show signs of its end. A pale halo over the eastern horizon told of morning for other beasts, while the stars above still shined in defiant vigor for Moladion. Life was often talked about in terms of the sun, dawning at birth and setting into darkness at its end. When she thought of such things, Boneclaw rather liked to think of herself as the night instead. The night was full of tales, laid out like glimmering gems for all the world to see. When one knew the tales, had lived to hear them whispered in all their forms and color, the sky became a vast array of history, of facts and fancies, and really-- what else was a life but that? She had seen joy like auroras coursing through her night, and despair like storms that rage in the dark, her stars and direction lost. When she thought such things of late, she often wondered if a pale glow lay on her horizon now as well.

These meanderings of thought were soon driven from her mind, as the soft, telltale crunch of snow announced a wolf's approach. She caught a whiff of familiar perfume, causing the right-hand corner of her lips to pull up fondly, before her daughter came into sight. She turned her head at the loving gesture, noting the shrinking distance between their heights with pride and some alarm. All pups grew quicker than their parents could adjust. Perhaps, if they couldn't mark the difference for themselves, they'd never believe it. But this litter showed the potential of surpassing her own height and bulk-- ThunderBone's influence, no doubt. It was a welcome beacon of health amidst the worry she had at first felt.

She had fretted, in fear and guilt those first few months, as she adjusted to the defected condition of two of her children. Defected. How she hated that word now, for nothing could be as strong and true as her own children, and they had gone to prove as much. Still, an evolutionary prejudice had shirked in her mind, an overwhelming sense of dread and caution taking hold of her. She had, in those far northern climes, witnessed the fate of those that had the misfortune of being different. She had seen the deaf fall victim to the devious, and the mute suffer in silence. Sometimes they prevailed, rising above their misfortunes to earn their acceptance, but more often than not... Well. Boneclaw had been vigilant to the extreme, in spite of herself. She feared that FrostBite might not hear the approach of danger, or heed her desperate calls. Machaira, threatened or trapped, would be helpless to alert anyone.

She had been relieved beyond words to see her cubs grow large and strong, and to pair off with their respective siblings as if in an unspoken sense of familial duty. While no cub had wallowed in self-pity, or lacked for their hereditary pride, she had found herself most impressed with Machaira's development. The young lass often radiated a sense of self-reliance and iron-willed determination in her every endeavor. She had grown strong, not in spite of, but perhaps because of, her difference. She seemed to embrace the restrictions life had dealt her, and fashioned them into her token of strength.

Boneclaw draped her head over her daughter's own, and remained awhile in sweet, silent company. There were times when words were necessary, but to communicate love, silence was ample. Perhaps she'd spend some time later, telling tales and voicing thoughts as they come to her, indulging herself to think that she could do so forever. But that could wait. All these thoughts of life and the night had imparted upon her too much a sense of mortality.

She grazed her teeth through Machaira's fur, as if to groom it, gradually escalating to little nips in her thick winter coat. She ducked her head, grasping her daughter's leg between her teeth, biting down just hard enough to give a sense of entrapping pressure. She gave the limb a little tug as she stood, releasing it before she dug her paws into the snow, and bounded forward. The meadow lay at an incline, and Boneclaw ran down it. A lack of tree cover meant the snow was deep, rising to the adult's chest in places where the drifts had piled high. Her tongue lolling out of a maw split by a characteristically lupine grin, she deer-hopped through the snow for twenty feet before turning and crouching at the knees, her tail slicing the air. If her daughter had pursued, or intended to pursue, the broad side of the Alphess would present the opportunity for a tackle, the carpet of snow a perfect cushion for their roughhousing.


RULES READ? YES?
WORD MINIMUM? YES??
HOW DID YOU FIND US? A PROPHECY.

OOC: Edo
CONTACTS: clara.mcclatchy@selu.edu

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