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Posted on July 19, 2013 at 08:30:55 PM by myling
there is love in your body but you can't hold it in it pours from your eyes and spills from your skin NAME myling AGE 3 years old GENDER female EYE COLOR goldenrod #fac961 APPEARANCE myling is a wisp of a thing in more ways than one. standing a slight 25 inches and weighing in at the featherweight class with 68 pounds, her build is petite and practically elfin, slender and willowy as she is. her legs are long and slim, more trained for sudden bursts of speed; her figure is sleek and tidy, with a hint to her step that speaks of femininity. her pelt is a pale hue all over, though upon closer inspection is in fact two different colors: the base is a pale, cool gray, the lightest patch of an overcast sky, while saddled across her shoulders and back is a large patch of a light, creamy blonde. PERSONALITY a first encounter with myli and it seems as if you've met a ghost - quiet and shy, aloof and skittish as a doe, and fleet enough to match the description. polite and quiet as she may be, though, there's a bit of darkness to her that surprises. ladylike behavior can't always mask her personality, which in contrast to her demure mannerliness is subtly demanding. myling is used to getting what she wants from others, and will go to great lengths to achieve it, though never in a way that is particularly obvious. she knows herself well, and is highly capable of navigating the strange fields of her own thoughts and beliefs. similarly, she knows the ins and outs of basic courtesy, as taught by her parents; however, asked to consider the world from a perspective outside her own, to think of another's feelings as if they were hers, and all she can manage is a blank stare. somewhat manipulative and clever as she is fast, the small fem is something of a force to be reckoned with. HISTORY the second in a litter of two both thought dead at birth, myling was slated for burial as a stillborn. as her father carried her to the burial ground, though, she finally stirred and whined as puppies will, blind and hungry and cold, much to the surprise of everyone. her pack, a superstitious lot by nature, believed the pup's original spirit had been lost and replaced by some older, possibly malevolent soul. her parents, still heartbroken over what they thought was a stillborn litter, would not allow for such talk to surround their only pup, and worked to quell such rumors. still, words will go only so far, and while the girl was treated fairly there was always a distance to the way the pack treated her, as if holding her at arm's length, cautious not to wake the ire of some old ghost. it's easy to see, then, where she might have trouble understanding the emotions or needs of others, kept apart as she was; she left her pack not long ago, at the birth of her parent's latest litter, sickened by the joy of the pack that she was never quite a part of. (( sample recycled from another rpg )) Ryu's uncertain call had her perking up a little, if only to turn and watch the ginger brute make his way forward. It was true, there was a definitive droop to her; tired and weak, she had barely avoided passing out long enough to clean the pups, and now she was confronted with her own failure. Ryu had been hurt by the dog, too, and she felt terrible for that, but nothing like the pain she felt at the delivery of pups she had not wanted. Noor was barely past the age of teenager herself, she was not prepared for motherhood... but here motherhood was, and here, it seemed, it would stay. She had not killed the black-marked pup, unless she had killed it with hatred the moment it had burst from her body; it even smelled like him, so she had left it alone, though its death had come before its birth. They all smelled like him, though, and for that Noor at once wanted to smother them, if not to cover their vile scent with her own then to kill them for it - but that was madness, wasn't it? What kind of a fem would she be if she could bring herself to murder what were, technically, innocent puppies? She sighed lightly as Ryu drew near, wilting visibly again like some flower that hadn't had enough sunlight. His apology stirred her yet again, though, and he turned to rest her head on his, glad for his warmth, his comfort, his presence. "Don't be," she said, her voice tired, faint. A moment of quiet passed between them, a moment where Noor closed her bright eyes and sighed lightly before he spoke again. She raised her head slightly as he spoke, softly, but firmly. His? Theirs? They were not his, they didn't belong to him at all... but here he was, and, as her spring green gaze, dulled with pain, brushed over her two living pups, she noticed he had a point. Neither were colored like the dog that had attacked her at all; the male was a bright, flushed red, a vibrant hue in the darkness, while the female was a paler strawberry-blonde in color with a patch of white on her soft puppy belly. For the first time in what felt like ages, Noor smiled, and turned to reply with a nuzzle of her own. "...you think?" she asked weakly, though with real, if faint, happiness in her voice. "You... you want them?" The wolfdog was nearly incredulous. RULES READ? of course WORD MINIMUM? 200 word count HOW DID YOU FIND US? meryl & lz c: OOC perry EMAIL two.man.con@gmail.com CHATANGO perrybutt AIM sleeepingcat and the kindest of kisses breaks the hardest of hearts myling | female | 3 years old | no mate | no pack wolf stock from lakela @ dA |
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