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Upon Powdered Wings We Fly
IP: 172.56.4.243
Posted on June 21, 2015 at 04:07:15 AM by Narlessa

~Narlessa
~Female
~7
~Her right eye is an astonishing white with a mixture of navy blue flecks. If in direct sunlight you can see a slight spattering of sky blue flecking as well. Her left eye is a deep russet with an orange sunburst effect starting from the pupil and radiating out.
~37� 144lbs. She is quite a sight, not small nor is she too overwhelming. She was birthed from the frozen tundra; her pelt a pristine ivory yet starting from the middle of her chest grow two lines of ebony. Both of these lines extend to the base of her neck in a V like fashion only to travel down her back to her tail. On her tail the black fades to a white tip of her tail. Her chest is flecked with grey, black, and a few spattering of auburn�sort of like an owl. Her face is angular, hard and harsh with piercing eyes that sees all. It is a visage complete with an even harder body, years living upon the frozen tundra have lent her a skill at always knowing where she is placing her paws, and an ability to survive off of the most leanest pickings. Her body is nicely filled yet her muscle is not bulky at all. It is compacted into a streamlined figure that gives her a silky grace. She is like a gymnast, hard yet agile�hovering delicately within the middle. Her fur, whilst thicker and longer along her spine, tail, and chest, is of medium length. It appears to be coarse but that is because it is coarse. She does sport a soft undercoat, and if she does decide to ever spawn her pups would enjoy the contrast.
~Oh ye of biting tongue! Lessa is not one to mince words for she has never been taught to. From birth she was introduced to the cold bite of life from which she never truly knew the meaning of comfort. It was fight for your life or die. Her dame had little time or energy to waste on weak pups, so she had to prove herself worthy lest she be consumed. There was a reason couples within her home pack only ended up with one pup per season. That pup was the strongest, most able to contribute to the well being of the pack while pulling their own weight. The struggle was long and hard, yet she survived. She even sported several keloided scars beneath her pelt, the most noteworthy of which is one grizzled scar that twists across the middle of her back down to the middle of her right side. If she moves just the right way you can see the puckered pink flesh through her fur. It is a scar that now hinders her gymnastics on the battle field.
Smart as a whip she is keen to learn new things, yet own little patience for foolish ambitions. Realistic logic is what fuels her and humor is not something she is familiar with.
~Of pen and quill she does not speak much of her past, befriend her and learn the secrets of her homeland�or not.
~A lasting love! Oh how she would love something like that, if only she believed in love. Poor lad will have a time of it trying to convince her that he does indeed love her. YES imprint away.
~Leah

~Yes
~200
~Search
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What do you say to the lone lady that transverses worlds in order to find a place to call home? What do you call her as she gazes upon the callousness of those beneath her? Do you befriend her? Do you show her what life has to offer before showing her to a den? Please tell, what do you do when you come across her as she reclines. The long emerald stalks tickling her sides as they dance within the slight breeze. Her slender snout is parted to allow each soft pant to circulate the heated air across her palate, yet it was not enough. It was never enough.

�Curse this heat.�

The snarled words are hurled at no one in particular as she rises to her paws. Glancing over her bodice she declines to give her fur a shake before loping off, the loose debris falling off her in a little trail. She was her own flower thrower today, just like with any other day, yet the thought caused her steps to falter. Emotion; it fluttered within her breast for a moment before she resumed motion. Yet this time her movements were more forced, harsher in intent as she scanned the field before her. All she could see was covered in swaying grass, an emerald sea flecked with scented icebergs. It was quite enchanting actually considering that she had never seen this type of setting before, having been born in a region of perpetual winter.

�It is of no use.�

This time the words are whispered as she changes direction, snout inclined slightly as it leads her to the lake she knows to be near. It was something she was trying to avoid for clusters of wolves hung out by the watering hole and this day was no different. Having only been in this region for a few days she was not quite in the mood for company. So with head held high she marched forward, tail held half mast, yet body relaxed. Elegant yet roughen she strode forward with the confidence of a rutting buck, eyes never once lowering to alight upon a single soul. She was in control. She was in control�at least that is what she kept telling herself as she passed a couple playing with their pups. The young were cheerful, their yips and quips clawing at their parents who pretended to sleep before pouncing on them out of the blue. Young. How nice was it to have a family�.

A loner by choice she was but a pack animal she was designed to be. It was only natural she should miss companionship�.she murmurs internally. Trying valiantly to soothe the tortured beast within her soul yet sensing that she was getting no where she ceased her pleas in favor of dipping one paw into the cooling liquid before her. The water was indeed cooler but not by much. It mattered little as she continued forward, careful not to nudge those around her as she attempted to wedge her way into the watering hole. The effect was instant as the liquid seeped into her fur and kissed her heated flesh. The sheer bliss of it all was enough to take her away and for a moment she leaned her head back and sighed. The moment was ripe as her lids slid close barring the world from sight.

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x - By Lz June 26, 2015 at 02:33:09 AM
Declined >>> - By Lz June 21, 2015 at 06:04:29 PM
Edited - By Leah June 21, 2015 at 06:12:44 PM
Accepted! - By Lz June 21, 2015 at 06:17:32 PM

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