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pages turn but the book never ends
IP: 71.171.33.172
Posted on March 26, 2014 at 09:48:07 PM by story

CHARACTER BIO
NAME- Story

AGE- 5
GENDER- Female
EYE COLOR- Yellow

APPEARANCE- Black with bright yellow eyes. Stands about 38 inches tall and weighs around 180 pounds. Typical lean build with slightly lankier legs and tail, giving her an overall "sportier" appearance. Almost completely black, with the exception of tawny colored hairs on her flanks and underside, from her lower jaw to the tip of her tail.

IMPRINTABILITY- Sure ^^
OOC- Wolfy

OOC INFORMATION
SAMPLE - Fucking snow. Ears press flat against my head, becoming quickly buried in ebony locks as I drag my front legs forward slowly. Chains clank and rattle as I drag them through the snow, a hiss of force braking past my lips. I was merely out wandering and trying to get a bit of my sanity back, time away from Runik. But this, this white sky dandruff seemed intent on making my adventure as difficult as possible. Snow got caught in the links of the chain, only weighing me down further as I proceed into a land that's filled with nothing but the scent of dead flowers and unfamiliar horses. My eyes roll back into my head and I clack my teeth together in frustration. It's been a long time since my body has undergone such constant stress, from the added weight on my front legs, the turmoil of being in a completely new world, and the anger that caused me to beat myself up. I tried to retain what bit of regality I had left as the ground changed angles, the flat suddenly becoming a downhill. I paused for a moment, hesitant. What would happen if I went down? I was unfamiliar with the terra, so not only did I not want to fall into a surprise hole, or trip on an covered rock, but the damn attachments to my front legs might make it a bit difficult to slow myself.

I take another step toward the downward slanting hill, and snort. Puffs of smoke exit my nose as I take the first careful step. Worst case scenario, I die. But then I'll be free from Runik. So it's really a win-win...even if my stupidity and bravery does kill me. I let out a short, bark-like chuckle at myself as I carefully maneuver my bodice downward. Weight rolls into my hindquarters as I try and slow my front end, succeeding with a bit of extra effort. So I carefully walk-slide down until I am on smaller, rolling hills. This was the origin of the dead flower smell. I take unfamiliarity and dead things over the scent of Runik any day. I halt for a moment, lifting my head towards the air as a breeze blows a plethora of new smells in my direction. There's someone near. All I register is the scent of a male and blood before I am off again, my stomach rolling in hunger.

Hungry, always hungry, such is the way of a carnivorous monster such as myself. I do not even hesitate to smell if it's the blood of another horse, or of prey. All my body and brain knows if that where there is blood, there is food. My legs strike out dutifully, despite the ache in my shoulders and back. I am walking quickly, almost trotting, my strides powerful enough to land a strong kick if they weren't weighed down. It's as fast as I can manage in the snow without falling flat on my face. Saliva drips down my maw, stained black from the constant smoke in my mouth. My jaw unhinges, and tail thrashes as I come closer and closer. I can almost feel the heat of his form in my mouth. A long, black tongue rolls out of my mouth, left to hang at the end of my muzzle, dripping with black saliva. I feel feral, like a monster, but a mix of strong emotions and hunger never ended well for those on the receiving end of my wrath.

I break through a layer of shrubbery and broken branches, stopping dead in my tracks. Another horse. To be honest, it wasn't what I was expecting, but I didn't stop to smell him again either. So there I stand, looking insane as I war internally with myself, aw slack and tongue hanging out, smoke and saliva expelling from my face. Attack him and satiate my hunger for a short time, and risk getting hurt? Or allow him to make the first move. I choose the latter, and shut my jaw, pulling my tongue back into my mouth as I stare at him expectantly, feeling my patience wear thinner and thinner with each passing breath.
RULES READ? - Yepp
WORD MINIMUM? - 200
HOW DID YOU FIND US? - Snack
CHATANGO- OfficerWolfy
BIRTHDAY- January 20th

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  • x - By Meryl March 27, 2014 at 04:43:32 PM
    Accepted! >> - By Meryl March 26, 2014 at 10:02:23 PM

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