I'm called Neverland.

I've imagined for 4 years.

I was born as a girl.

My eyes are gold, a lighter color, almost yellow in the center, fading out to a deeper rich gold on the outside. From far away, my eyes simply appear gold. But from close up, the fading can be seen.

I am thirty inches tall and weigh 120 pounds, a perfectly average build, but from perfectly ordinary, one can imagine anything! My coat is a plain white with no distinguishing features, but it is simply a canvas! Simply look and hidden inside boring old white is every single color of the rainbow! I'm nicely muscled from my travels, but by no means bulky. I could probably hold my own in a fight if necessary, but that would really be a waste of time.

My parents always told me that I have enough imagination for a whole litter of pups. Since I was born, I have just loved the world and everything I can discover in it! I love to wander and explore all the amazing things there are around here. Oh, and I love to play! You didn't want to play a game, did you?

My parents always told me not to wander too far, but they never told me what "too far" was. How was I supposed to know that I would reach a point where I would be unable to find my way back? But wait! I think it's...yes! I can smell it for sure! There's lots of other wolves here! Wonderful, perhaps they will play with me!

I am not aware of it, but I can imprint.


OOC Name: Kerowyn (like, the Kerowyn that was here a couple years ago and then vanished....I'm back!)

Sample:
So he had actually become a member of Iromar. It really didn’t change his life much, at least not yet. There was just less lurking around avoiding being spotted. Now he could walk freely across these lands, though he normally chose to stay close to Jezebeth’s den. Not that Jezebeth had been seen recently. He had no idea where she had gone. Perhaps the same place she had vanished to before. Still, it was really none of his business. The only reason he particularly cared was because without her, he was bored. He was done healing, though his back leg was stiff when it rained, which he suspected it would be for the rest of his life. He did not need to simply lie in the sun and recover. It was summer and the world was brimming with life and he was so bored.

So he had left his little corner of the swampland and had set off toward the center of the pack, the same direction he had watched Ishtar disappear to during their brief conversation. These Demons certainly had strange traditions. The weather was hot, the worst of the summer sun beating down on his dark coat. The swamp was a haze of humidity, the air shimmering with it everywhere, not just the areas where the land was not solid. Even the air felt heavy in his lungs, the moisture giving weight to that which it shouldn’t. He still couldn’t quite believe that these wolves were proud to live here of all places.

And so Loki wandered, his dark shape just another ripple in the humidity. His crooked tail flopped lazily behind him and his green eyes searching for anything to quell his boredom.

I read the rules again to see if anything had changed since I was last here :)

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I found this site (again) through Google.
Chatango: kerowyn1
Other Contacts: Curse (Kerowyn202)
Birthday: July 24