They look at me and think, "Is she going to send me to the devil?"
Name: Zenobia
Age: 7
Gender: Female
Eye Color: honey brown, in brighter lights they look almost golden but in the shadows they are a medium brown.
Appearance: Zenobia is a petite wolf, better built for speed than strength. She stands about 28 inches and weighs 90lbs. Her coat is thick especially around the shoulders and neck to make her looks slightly thicker there. Her coat is a mixture of burnt umber, chestnuts and livers with a mostly dark chocolate to black face and underside.
Imprintability: Yes
OOC: Stormie
OOC Information
HAVE YOU READ THE RULES? Yes
WHAT IS OUR REQUIRED WORD MINIMUM? 200
HOW DID YOU FIND US? I used to play here/Deviantart.com
OTHER CONTACTS (aim, skype, etc) Discord stormie#7357
Sample:
How long had she been on this journey? On this quest? On this odyssey? She couldn't remember. All she could feel were the burning of the lands behind her and the smell of blood in her nostrils. The taste of flesh on her teeth. But as she crossed the ridge she knew that this land was fresh, virgin to her feet and to her reputation. The smallest of grins spread across her dark lips and the softest of giggles echoed through the near silent air around her. Birds mostly stayed quiet when she was around, aware that there was a predator in her midst.
Softly her pads slow and her head raises with her eyes scanning the horizons that surrounded her. The carnal need in her needed to find the next neck between her neck, the next gaze to manipulate, the next chaos to cause. There was something dark in her that was forever hungry for the fame and the fear within the eyes of others that drove her forward.
With one final cast of her gaze, she expelled a lonesome, soulful howl. The saddest sound weaved itself around the trees and through the blades of long grasses in the prairies to find the ears of her own species. When the last breath escaped her chest, she lowered her head and shifted her weight from her left front and began to limp. Let them take her for a cripple, let them think she was weak, and then she would lull them into a false sense of security. And then the fun would begin.
but they should know
I AM THE DEVIL
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