REM
5
FEMALE
ORANGE
--Rem is unique. Her obscure figure graced in the coloration of in some chances would force her took look like an Australian shepherd.
Though, she is no dog. She is a full wolf, born to the blood-line of a grey wolf. To start off, her first coat coloration is a dark mahogany brown that graces her figure. Atop of that, is a more or so a dorsal coloration, the hue of a dark obsidian. Upon her hips is a cut like marking that fades into a white hue and into a darker shade of grey before fading down to a pure alabaster white. Upon her neck lies a large patch of ivory that skims to the peak of her crown and grazes down to the tip of her nose. The sides of her faces is the most unique thing about her though. On the sides of her faces beholds a mixture of obsidian and a chocolate seemingly hue and around her eyes are 'c' like obsidian markings. Her eyes, could only belong to one wolf, a pure shade of a breathe-taking orange that holds a secret, a mystery, will you figure that mystery out? There is always a possibility. She balances herself at the weight of 92 pounds. Her body is rested in a lithe position
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She's a beautiful monster, sure, but she can also be the angel or devil herself. It could be considered as a multiple personality, but it really depends on who she's with for most of the time. She's also quite for most of the time, only speaking when it's absolutely necessary. For the most time, she is a dark monster, not really caring about relationships and what not, but there is a heart in her, it's there. You just need to look beneath the mask, and perhaps you'll find what you're looking for.
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OOC Information
SAMPLE - Was there more land? A new life out there? A new start? Curiosity slipped through her figure and expression as she squinted her eyes at the air line in the distance, the moon seeping through the waters that trenched through the depths of the earth. A sigh accidently slipped through her lips as she sat straight on a flat rock. Plume flicking against her appendages, the night air caused her to shiver slightly. If she was cold, then why was she here at the middle of the night then? To be honest, she didn't know herself. Crown lifting to the skies, her gaze drifted in admiration of the stars, her breathe seemingly being taken away from her figure as she noticed the sight. Memories drifted past her in sync.;
Her small rump swaying as her tiny paws clumsily made their way out of the den. The darkness peeling away at her small figure. She would come out here every night, the lights drifting through the colorations and dark clouds. She knew not to stay too far from the den, but she couldn't help but gaze in admiration as the colors floated through the atmosphere. Her miniature ears would peel back as the crickets would chirp and swing in a swooning motion. She then noticed that she was not alone; a presence lurked after her small figure, stiffness grasping her but she calmed down soon after at her Mother's sweet and soft voice. "You're out here again, sweetie?" She blinked slightly, as she did not dare to peel her gaze away from the beautiful lights, in fear they would vanish and it would just be her imagination. "Mummy, what are those 'ights? Dey are so beautiful." She would speak and her mother would soon after. "Those? They're northern lights.." Her wise mother would soon join her gaze and she would continue her speech. "The Northern Lights tell a story, blue, the fish and the sea, purple, the dawn, green, the grass and fields, the yellow, the yellow gem we call the sun. " She would pause for a moment, and Macy's bright blue eyes would take flight in imagination to transform those lights into the story that her mother was talking about. "There was once a fish that sailed the ocean blue, the terrain jutting with beautiful colorations as the field would sway in the wind, the yellow gem would cascade on the fish's scales.. " And from that point, she would let her imagination take flight.
She blinked slightly, her memories stopping at that certain point as she would certainly remember them. Breathing out, she smiled softly before letting her gaze drift from the dark abyss of the sky. Furrowing her brows at the sight of a slightly moving figure in the distance, she would over step the jutted rocks and stones with grace before she strode over to the figure. "'Allo?" Her British accent seeping through her vocals, curiosity tipping her crown slightly, for she could see that this dark shadow was certainly alive, moving, and was.. a wolf.
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