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Posted on January 11, 2017 at 10:12:08 AM by Sasha
Calling | Sasha Chromosomes | Female Seasons | Four Species | Red Wolf x Eurasian Wolf Eye Color Mossy green with flecks of yellow and blue Structure Sasha takes after her red wolf heritage, though fluffier with a medium to long coat length. Light and agile, she’s built for speed and endurance. She stands quite tall at 40” due to her long, lean legs, though her small build lends to easily being overpowered if caught. Her overall frame is quite willowly and angular with a short back as she weighs only about 110lbs, though her thicker coat softens the jauntiness. Her ears are over-sized, almost bat-like in appearance, the narrowness of her face adding to the exaggeration. The base color of her coat is a rich auburn. Black and white coloration can be seen throughout. Two black raccoon patches cover her eyes surrounded by a white face mask that reaches her chest. Her back is flecked with black and white speckles and mostly black fur overtakes her underbelly. Persona In short: brooding, reserved, fierce, candid, silent, arrogant, independent Sasha is a moody and passionate creature with a stubborn, independent streak. She is not one to initiate conversation, having a cool and reserved demeanor, but will speak honestly and freely when others do. She tends to be impatient, prone to jealousy and possessiveness of whatever she believes to be hers, and hates being told what to do. Her temper runs hot and cold quickly, able to come as quickly as it goes. She is vain, preferring to be neat and well-groomed. Her trust is not easily given, and forming a relationship with her will take quality and extended time. However, feeling adored is a genuine weakness of hers, lending her to be quite flirty and coy when someone advances on her, even if it is at only a superficial level. At the end of the day, she can show incredibly loyal and will be a true friend to those who take the time to build a relationship with her. History To be developed. Imprintability Possible. Puppet Master | Rim Email | thefictionalfox@gmail.com How did I find you? | Add on Beyond the Mountains Have I read the rules? | Yes Word count minimum? | 200 Sample (Taken from a horse RPG) Sasha surveyed the field of yellowing grass with cool eyes of sunflower gold under her skeletal hood as she waited for Pavel to return. Her normally neutral expression was full of piss and vinegar as she trotted back and forth, her platinum blonde hair grazing the ground at both mane and tail. She couldn’t decide which she hated more: waiting, or how sparse the trees were here. The mountains were different and breathtaking, the Motherland being relatively flat, but the forests were dense, plentiful, and beautiful. She dearly hoped that it would not get too hot here, though her breed were bred to withstand extreme climate changes. Still, there’d always been plenty of shade at home. Where was one to hide themselves during the summer? Боже, thank goodness it was fall. Pavel better have found a better place for them to stay than this wretched dump. The blood red mare glared out, her large golden pools rimmed in white by the bony helmet that covered the upper half of her face. It was as if a second skull had pierced through her skin, protectively lining her forehead. Unnatural as it might seem, she was glad it was there. It made her distinct, and that was a plus in her book. In truth, the bit of face armor was fitting. The devushka was a tall and sharp-featured specimen, and it only added to her imposing appearance. Still quite young, there was a hardness in her eyes that was neither bitter nor malicious, yet there all the same. Her air held a certain apathy as if she were both literally and figuratively looking down at you. Her countenance was set in stone despite her high steps and quick speed, her legs elongated and nimble beneath her. She didn't admit to herself that she was nervous about Pavel going off without her, which is what kept her moving as opposed to taking a nap in a bed of fallen autumn leaves. While she sincerely doubted he'd ever find someone prettier than herself, it was a new place with new people, and there's was always an off-chance, no matter how small. Perhaps that's what was taking him so long. She stamped a foot at the thought and flattened her ears, her eyes glowering like daggers, despite knowing it was unlikely as breeding season had come to an end. Once in a while, his thoughts would wander, but he would quickly come back to her side, especially once she did some meandering of her own. Who knows? If he took much longer, she just might have to do some exploring and that could lead her into all sorts of trouble. That would surely speed his return. Somehow he always seemed to know whenever she entertained the idea of a shiny, new toy. That's what they were though in the end. Simple toys. Not a comrade or companion like Pavel, who was her most favorite thing to play with no matter what. She chuckled to herself, her fierce gaze softening for the tiniest fraction of a second.  |
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