and I heard 'em say

nothings ever promised tomorrow today

Character Bio
NAME: Saiinoria
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AGE 0 to 25 4
GENDER male/female Female
EYE COLOR be specific, be creative Her eyes are a very interesting feature of hers. The base is a light lime hue yet she has dark forest green lines that frame her pupil giving them a sunburst appearance. Near the outer edge of these dark green lines are faint orange streaks that are more prominent when she is in bright sunlight. Like this

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must include: height, weight, and a detailed coloration and build.
She stands at a modest 32 inches tall and weighs in at 136lbs. Her base coat is a pristine white. It is lush with a healthy sheen to it, particularly when she is well fed. Her coat is thick and long, growing thicker around her neck and body area. She is finely muscled yet her legs are not very long. She is perfectly proportioned however all the fur she carries gives her a bulkier appearance which makes her legs seem shorter than what they really are. She can sprint however she will not fare well in a sustained sprint. She favors more cross country.

Her face: Her face is sleek and very feminine. Her ears are dipped in a chocolate brown color, yet a splash of white adorns the backs of them. Within the white splash are several brown irregular sized spots. Masking each eye, in a mask, is the same dark brown color however it fades to a milk chocolate color around her cheeks . There is a tiny splash of this milk chocolate color above her eyes on her “eyebrows.” The milk chocolate color fades as it reaches the top of her ruff. The undersides of her jaws are white. Her nose is dark brown and the top of her snout is white in an upside down heart shape. The point of the heart ends between her eyes and continues in a sliver before ballooning on top of her head and down the back of her neck. The white joins with the other white beneath her head and cascades down her ruff.

Her Torso: The white of her torso is tinted in this color and it extends all the way to her rump. Within that color are patches of both the milk chocolate and the dark chocolate color. Some are big and some are small and others are very tiny smears. Think merle. These patches extend down the back legs all the way down to the hock. From the hock down only pure white fur exists. On the front legs the patches do not past the elbows. From the elbows down there is only pure white fur. The white fur from her ruff, that covers her chest, continues to her belly. Her tail starts off as this color but blends into a white tip. A few spattering of patches adorn her tail. This color edges some of her patches so that some of them stand out more. It also gives it more appeal when the sun catches it.

IMPRINTABILITY - Yes
OOC - Porsha

OOC Information
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SAMPLE - can be recycled
RULES READ? Yes
WORD MINIMUM? 200
HOW DID YOU FIND US? Google
BIRTHDAY (month, day) * Aug. 7

Softly the wind caresses her fur, rifling through the fine tresses with abandon as the girl tilts her face to the sun. Basking within its internal warmth she rests, solid and still as a statue. Rough tongue sweeps out to taste her ivory lips, reveling in her sweet victory, her hard won freedom. Never had she felt so alive, so unfettered and here she spends her first day in months in frozen thrall, unable to move lest she shatter the moment. Gently, a fuchsia hued petal floats from the heavens, released from its roughened bark to grace the currents. As if caught in the gentle waves of a river it sways, back and forth before alighting upon the girls ochre snout. Hesitantly, she inhales the delicate fragrance a smile finally breaking upon her virgin lips. It is then that she feels the tingle, the soft tickling that furiously blossoms within her nose before exploding forth in the form of a massive sneeze. The watery gale shooting the flower from her body and into the air, her head dipping as if to clear her mind and nose of the force; her eyes watering as she lifts her lids, unaware of ever closing them. Perhaps they slid shut during the sneeze, or was it when she was enjoying the soft perfume of the flower…she does not recall.

The spell is broken, and with it comes a loss as reality comes crashing back down. She longs to return to that magical place where she found the flowered tree, but alas she can not. With one final shake of her head she lays, tucking her legs just right so that she can still peer at her surroundings. Sharp emerald optics scan her immediate surroundings, noting the way amethyst and azure bleed above, breaking down to pink in some places. Casualties of the war day and night wages each dusk and dawn, she ponders before sweeping her haunting eyes back down to the lush emerald sea she is settled within. Mind whispers to her, that she is not safe beneath one of the few scattered trees within the meadow but she does not stir; cannot fathom leaving this small sliver of salvation, this piece of beauty after so much distress. Her paws no longer ache from travel, her body no longer thin with travel yet it still left more to be desired. In no way did she carry the bulk that she needed but she did not complain. No, she never complained.

Lush tail curls around her, offering more heat and comfort as she lingers beneath the shade of the tree. Warmth that she didn’t need but took for the bite of spring was melting away. Instead the sun beamed hotter and longer with each passing day and she could not help but resent it. Resent the way the rays found her and with her natural thick coat elevated her temperature. Radars swivel upon her crown, catching a soft thud like that of a pawfall, yet nothing assaulted her nostrils. A rodent perhaps? Even as she thought it a trickle of fear shot through her veins, causing her to hold herself rigid. These lands were unclaimed, no wolf should take offense to her simple presence, yet past dictated that she move, that she flee as soon as possible before they laid eyes upon her. Before they deem her unworthy of breath, and as these thoughts raced through her mind she could not move, only lie and stare.