NAME
Dragonfly (Fly for short)
AGE
2 years old (I would like her to turn 3 in spring too)
GENDER
Female
EYE COLOR
They appear like compound eyes (insect eyes). They are fuchsia in light and purple in shadow - they don’t change color. This is a peculiar trait found in dragonfly eyes that the shadow side of the eye appears to be a different color than the light side of the eye at any given moment.
APPEARANCE
Fly is 32 inches tall and weighs about 150 pounds. She’s a powerful wolf with defined muscles tone, thick legs, and mighty paws. She’s an all rounder in the skill set area or, in other words, Fly’s better than the untrained, but worse than the specialist or natural fine tuned talent. Her ears are neat and lean more towards rounded tips than severely pointed ones. Her face his strong and square, but feminine. Perhaps a clearer comparison can be given by switching to another species, wild cats: If one were to look at a cheetah and jaguar, Fly would be the jaguar.
Her fur is unmarred, unvaried, glossy silver (a very light silver that is sometimes mistaken for white). It’s thick and long. She has a stiff, coarse over coat perfect for deflecting rain, and a soft peachy under coat that keeps her very warm (she sheds small dogs of this peachy hair in spring time, when her coat thins out).
PERSONALITY
Fly is friendly, patient, and a tyrant of her own space (she owns herself, and ain’t gonna be told otherwise). That being said, she does not push upon others her self-power. She does not like wolves who are clingy and finds the opposite intriguing. She loves observing detail - if left to her own devices, she could sit and wolf-watch for hours. Because of this, she takes great pleasure in theatrics and oddities.
HISTORY
Dragonfly was part of a family group of wonderers. The natural way of things was for the group to disband in spring time (into mated pairs usually) since prey was more plentiful and the small game natural to her old home better fed small groups than large ones. Thus, once Dragonfly had learned the ropes of survival from her parents, she wandered away.
IMPRINTABILITY
Yes
OOC
Toulouse - Hello everybody! =D
HAVE YOU READ THE RULES?
Yes!
WORD MINIMUM
200 words
HOW I FOUND LC
An ad long ago
EMAIL
aliatkins10418@gmail.com
BIRTHDAY
June 21
SAMPLE
The creature that night had vomited into the afternoon seemed to splat on the ground when he (note for reader: “he” is a black wolf) sank into the grass and out of Shimza’s vision for a brief time. Her observation of his strangely un-bloodthirsty quality became the realization of his absolute misery. She could breathe in his heavy anguish and dare she admit that it caused her to feel a stroke of depression? The glimmer of worthless thought that wavered at the back her mind was to wonder what point was there to seek protection? It had seemed great fun at first, but now it seemed utterly pointless. She’d get pregnant one day. Why resist the natural course of nature? Shimza nearly slammed her paw down at that train of thought, but she resisted because she was still set on following the ebony wolf even though her reasons had changed. She slunk after the wolf, but kept more distance because she found his gloomy air disturbing… but oddly attractive. She’d yet to meet a fellow coyote who didn’t enjoy the “aromas mystery” of spring.
Maybe it was because none existed. No wonder she had few friends. Well, that was not entirely true. Of fake friends, she had plenty, because she was excellent with fake faces. She enjoyed her games with them; she strung them along to make them feel special when really all of them were unremarkable nitwits that simply made her look good. There was something utterly unsatisfying about those relationships though and thus her eagerness to seek friends elsewhere emerged. Maybe she desired to be called out on her cruelty? She hardly knew or cared - she didn’t spend much time on reflection. She did things, and then moved onwards, usually forgetting the reasons along the way.
This was her pattern again. She’d begun following him for a reason, and now she’d almost entirely forgotten it in her fascination with his metallic slink across the bright field towards the shade of the crags. Perhaps her satisfaction to be following a wolf - a creature she shouldn’t be tailing - had something to do with it being forbidden by her species. Shimza paused in surprise when at the foot of the rocks, the death bringer whirled around. She sunk lower into the grasses, her eyes growing round as a puppy’s when she watched his nose twitch. Had he smelled her? Was he going to hunt her?
Her velvety ears twitched forwards in surprise to hear the tired rasp of his voice. His words were… Well she didn’t know quite what to make of them. Was he flirting? Because it was a very attractive line and almost adorable because it spoke to her ego. But he seemed completely lacking in the testosterone regard. So he wasn’t flirting? Shimza sat up when he turned away, with her head tilted to one side as she watched him leave. He obviously didn’t know she was a coyote, but she supposed that was warranted - they were so closely related that their scents were undistinguishable. Only by sight would either a coyote or wolf identify the other.
She pranced forwards and sang after him, trying to entice him with slightly vulnerable tones, “Even if I’m a little coyote?”
She crossed her front legs, to give her self a more sleek appearance. Her paws were placed lightly on the ground, on her tip toes and she pushed her chest forwards. Her head was tilted towards her fluffy chest as she batted her sunburst eyes. What in the world had possessed her it was at all safe to give this nightmare a glimpse of her glorious self was beyond her. But here she was, impulsive as she was, facing the wolf straight out.
FEMALE \ 2 YEARS OLD \ 32 INCHES \ 150 POUNDS \ GYPSY \ NO MATE \ IMPRINT UNFOUND \ TOULOUSE
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