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Shait
4 lady Her eyes are sweet chestnut, but you'll spot the flecks of gold when they sparkle in the sun. The way I look: Well lets just start off with that she is an Alaskan Tundra Wolf. I suppose you could call her average in size, although she is only 54 inches from the tip of her nose to her tail. I'll only tell you her weight if you promise not to tell. Afterall, she is a lady (92 lbs). Her coat is off white, with a light (transluent almost) charcoal topping on her back. Her snout is shaped with tan lines that start at the tear ducks and swoop in and out, coming to a hault at the edge of her mouth. Shait's muscles are more lean than built. Most could take her in a fight, but do not let this little firecracker fool you. She may not have trength in size or muscle, but do not all have different strengths? The way I am: In short, you could call Shait stubborn. She has never been one to back down. That must be her father in her. Her father, the perfectionist. Her father, Alpha to a pack on the other side of the mountain. Her father, who she defied and ran from. Well shait, she is a defiant one. She is not strictly rebellious though. Everything she does has a reason behind. She thinks past the short term. She concentrates on details and calculates the best decision before acting. She thinks with logic and reason, not with emtotion. Shait is dependable. She will alway do what is right for her family, for her pack. She puts their needs above her own. IMPRINTABILITY - She can be OOC- NEW! OOC Information SAMPLE - I breathed it in, the warm air of summer. I let the chills from the overrall demeanor of life creep at a rapid pace over my flesh. It had been so long since I thought about this warm season. It brought to a world, that once was grey, a look of life. The season bent down and touched everything, but then again, it also brought memories. When the thoughts would start coming in and I start to reminisce, everything seemed to be a reminder. A reminder of how I failed to love, failed to be loved. I focused my bittersweet eyes onto the mare called Eva. I knew not how she could help me, but I still didn't yet wanna say goodbye. I might not be the most socialable gal, but still I was socialable. I wanted to have frineds. I guess you were right the first go round. I probably do need help. Do you know where it is I have stumbled into?, I said in almost a whisper, praying, hoping that just maybe they didn't hear me admit that which I did not want to. I wanted to believe that everything was alright, when I really knew it was quite the opposite. Then I looked at the second white lady, watching her watch us. I struggled, debating, deciding, what she may be thinking of. I, you see, couldn't read a face to read a mind. I could only stare and wonder. So I watched and I wondered. Life is really quite a funny thing. It takes back the very few things it gives, the things we love. It dangles our hopes and dreams inches in front of our face, but still somehow, completely out of reach. Life taunts us with memories we should have long ago forgotten, memories like that of him. I remember when at first I fell and when at first he caught me. He, however, didn't hold me for long. He knew not how to love, only how to break. So I am broken, lost, and to myself, I'm unlovable. HAVE YOU READ THE RULES? yes WHAT IS OUR REQUIRED WORD MINIMUM? 200 HOW DID YOU FIND US? I use to write for many character on a site called Every New Day. I recently went to their advertise boards (the site is no longer running). This was the first rpg listed. |