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Posted on December 3, 2013 at 05:17:38 PM by A S A
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I was young when I learned just how fragile life can be I lost friends of mine I guess it wasn't my time Timing is everything NAME ASA AGE SEVEN GENDER MALE EYE COLOR BRIGHT YELLOW-GOLD APPEARANCE Having been separated at a young age from his mother, his food source, he was extremely malnourished as a young pup. He is slightly taller than the average male wolf, standing about 38 inches tall and measuring approximately five and a half feet long. If he is ever able to reach his healthy weight it will be around 115 pounds, however he will likely always stay 15 to 20 pounds underweight (fluctuating between 95 and 100 pounds) due to his hardships as a young pup. His build most closely resembles that of a gray wolf though his ears and legs are taller and longer as a red wolf’s would be. His coloring is a rich golden yellow with the exception of his face tail and chest which are glossy black. Out of the blackness of his face looks a pair of golden yellow eyes that nearly exactly matches the golden parts of his coat. Click for visual representation. His golden-yellow coloring is a bit brighter and the black markings on his face and chest extend behind his ears and a quarter of the way down his front legs. The black marking on his tail extends to the top of his back. PERSONALITY/HISTORY Asa is still struggling with an internal battle. Darkness and light still reside in his soul despite his close contact with the demons of Fiera. He is still young and unsure of his abilities, though his confidence will grow as he ages. He is introspective, cunning, charming, and observant. He was abandoned by his mother at around four months of age. He managed to survive long enough to be discovered by Fiera whose possessive nature came calling and she claimed him as her own. She molded him carefully, though not fully, before she disappeared only to return with his mother in tow. Under Fiera’s wicked guidance Asa killed his mother in a vengeful and hot-blooded encounter. Fiera promptly disappeared once more and Asa was left to deal with the aftermath of this brutal killing alone. ABILITY TO IMPRINT YES SAMPLE POST He had taken to wandering again. Mirovis had grown stagnant. The battle was certainly in progress but even after its completion it would surely be time consuming for the new alpha to rebuild. Asa was not known for his patience. And so he was spending less and less time within the boundaries of Mirovis. At this particular point in time he has idly wandered into the thicket, his feet subconsciously moving him in the direction of his first meal in Moladion. The place where the silver wretch had taken him to feed, had thieved him from death’s door. The memories may not be warm and fuzzy as a normal pup’s recollection of their childhood were. But they brought a nostalgic, wistfulness to his face. He reaches the small clearing where he and Fiera had fed upon the mass of gore that had once been a living breathing creature, his molten gold eyes sweeping the area. The shadows almost making a certain spot on the ground look as though blood had recently been spilled there. But from the clump of ground had sprouted a cluster of tiny brilliantly blue flowers. Beauty bursting from death and destruction. Asa did not know the names of flowers, but he would probably not be surprised that these particular blooms were called Forget-Me-Nots. The story of Fiera and Asa was not a love story. But it was his story. He padded forward, his neck extending so that he could sniff at the blooms. Perhaps one of the last acts of innocence he might ever perform as at that very moment a familiar melodic howl echoes through the trees. Fiera. With haste he turns to follow the call, navigating the thicket with ease and dexterity. Though the one and only lesson he had taken with Hyperion had been on agility, Asa had taken this to heart. Certainly once he reached adulthood his nimble movements would set him apart despite his lack of brawn. Soon enough his golden gaze caught sight of the familiar grey figure of his savior. Her blackened eyes melting down her face as they always had. He could not help his tail from moving at the sight of her. He resists the boyish urge to rush forward and touch her just to be sure she was real. That it was not simply his imagination. With a tense energy emanating from him he stops his movement a few feet from her, plopping down in a sitting position before her. His back straight, ears alert and gaze anxious. Silently waiting for her direction. Fiera had called him here for a reason. And it certainly was not for a warm reunion. She had plans for him. Plans that would forever change him – of this he was certain. READ THE RULES YES WORD COUNT MINIMUM 200 WORDS HOW DID YOU FIND US JUST COMING HOME. OOC NAME GREEN*STAR EMAIL GREEN_STAR2010 (AT) LIVE (DOT) COM CHATANGO IIGREENSTARII BIRTHDAY AUGUST 5 A S A (āy•sŭh) |
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