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Posted on February 2, 2013 at 11:26:45 PM by Khaleesi
My name is Khaleesi I am only 1 years old I am a Princess My eyes are deep lavender. At times they may look like they are shimmering if the light hits them right. My blood runs thick with Grey Wolf royalty I will stand a petite 25 inches and weigh a lite of around 68lbs when I am full grown. My coat hold manly white hairs which makes my eyes stand out bit more than if I had a darker coat. My muzzle always looks like It was rubbed with soot. At the corner of my eyes a black line appears for a short distance. Here is my Sample The soft sound of two canines moving through the land could possibly be heard. For Latika there was no question that others would here her moving. As she walked her limp in her hind right made it less likely for her to move in stealth mode. If that didn't attract anyone then the smell of her healing wounds might. Her tail was tucked between her legs and her whole body was in a submissive pose. She followed Fathom here more so because she had gotten so used to taking orders and was sort of brain washed by it that she rarely made choices of her own. For the first time she paused and let her emerald green eyes take a hold as to the land she was walking over. The color scheme was not something she would have enjoy if she was still in her own mind but right now living situations were far from what she needed. Just then she had realized that she had never answered Fathom's question. Her voice was soft and low as she silently cleared her throat to talk. "Latika is my name." It was barely a whisper and she did not make eye contact nor look in the direction towards the other she wolf. She was merely along for the ride. There was a time when Latika was the life of the party, a fun free willed wild little girl. She had been a favorite with the other pups and some of the adults as well. Now she didn't know anything but her name and that standing up for yourself too much will lead to punishment. Her face held a permanent look of fear and sadness and she was always looking behind her back. Pathetic most would say as they looked at her behavior and shocking it may be to them if they knew how she used to be. Right now she was an empty canvas and anyone could take her and make her into what they wanted. OOC name: Brownie Word Minimum: 200 Rules read? Yes!  |
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