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Posted on January 1, 2016 at 01:55:22 AM by PSYCHE
Name: Belladonna
Age: 5
Gender: Female
Eye Color: Dark blue with light blue flecks
Appearance: Belladonna has a total of 3 colors in her coat. Atop her head and at the end of her tail is a mahogany colored fur. Her face is outlined with a tawny color which can also be seen on her under belly. Most of her body consists of black fur with tawny washing through it. The fur on top of her back is longer than the rest and is of tawny coloring as well. Bella is smaller than most and lacks any heavy muscle. HEIGHT:29 inches WEIGHT:61lbs
Personality: Belladonna is witty and cunning. What she lacks in strength and muscle she makes up for with stealth and intelligence. She is not afraid to speak her mind and is quick to insult. She views herself as beautiful and is extremely self-absorbed. The only ones safe from Bella’s crudeness is pups, which she has a soft spot for. She has an equal distaste for males and females and she only deems a select few worthy of her friendship.
History: Belladonna’s life is nothing out of sorts. She was regularly picked on for being the runt of runts. As she grew her devious nature began to come to light. Oftentimes she’d turn the pack on each other. She was kicked from the pack before her litter mates and left to fend for her own at 2.5 years old. She’s spent most of that time dancing from land to land. Her small size is what saved her life (she likes to think). She’s been living on the small animals she’s able to catch on her own
Imprintability: yes
OOC: Emily
Sample Post: He breathes heavily as emerges from the cold ocean water. His throat has become raspy from accidentally swallowing too much seawater on the swim over. Brökk was never great at swimming and the time he has spent traversing to the island has tired him. His muscles scream at him as he splashes through the shallows and onto the beach. The sand underneath begins to sink and he navigates towards more sturdy land. As he reaches his destination he begins to scan the treeline before him. Hoofprints scatter the ground, indicating that this is where most of the island’s traffic came through. Nares flare as he tries to pick up any fresh scents but the overwhelming scent of the sea behind him is the only thing he can distinguish.
He moves towards a break in the forest he had spotted upon first coming onto land. Dirt clings to his wet legs as he disappears through the trees. The breeze comes to a stagnant halt as his body becomes encased by the thicket. The air is warm despite autumn hanging over them, and he wonders how cold it would get as winter approached. The chirps and chatters of the other animal life in the woodland fills his ears, whilst in other areas the eerie calmness that winter brings has already begun its process. As he moves further away from the ocean he is able to distinguish more scents. Those of equine he does not know are strong on the trail he has taken.
Brökk has been walking for more than an hour when the scent of fresh water begins to tease him. His throat has become raw and there are rings of salt on his coat from the seawater. He’d likely have to take a dunk in order to get the gunk off of him. The winding trail he’s been following, he now knows, will end out of nowhere and then begin again hundreds of feet ahead. It’s after the trail has once more cut off when Brökk hears the trickling of liquid. He stops looking for wherever the trail starts back up and makes a beeline for the water.
Hooves sink into the soft muddy bank as he at last reaches a source of fresh water. Head lowers and whiskers twitch as he dips his muzzle below the still surface. He is immediately relieved from the annoyance that was his throat. He decides that he’ll wait to get the salt off his coat, not too keen on jumping into more water after the swim he just finished. A cool breeze reaches him, even from within the canopy of trees. It’s then that he decides to wait here, eventually someone would come forth.
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January 30th
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