Post by .W.h.i.s.p.e.r.s.&.&T.r.i.i. on May 10, 2010 13:46:57 GMT -5
[/size][/center]WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO ME?
Who am I?
[/size][/color]They have taken my body, they have branded my soul,
they have poisoned my blood, they have made me,
Whispers
they have poisoned my blood, they have made me,
Whispers
Gender:; Femme
Rank:; --
Pack:; Loik
Age:; 3 winters,
Kin:; Mother: Shadows Father: Nightling Other: Echos (half-sister), Lies (half-brother), Rages (half-sister)
Bound for Destruction, headed for no where...
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Am I lost, am I doomed?
[/size][/color]Wandering into this darkness..... Falling away.....
Look away from the mirror....
Look away from the mirror....
Pelt:; Blending of dark and light grays
eyes:; Fiendish blue
looks:;
Form is small of frame, and simple. That is, as simple as a complicated wolf that changes in manner can be. Quite easly, simply complex.
The color of coats is ranging from the darkest of greys to the lightest all blended together, the darkest being at points, and around the muzzle, where one might find the colorations on a Siamese cat. Tip of tail, tips of diamond shaped ears, and the very base of paws, along with what seems to be a mask, almost like that of the 'Coon persuasion all fall under that catergory. Pale greys fit the underside of a thin tassle, and the innards of auddets. Pawpads are rough due to ages of walking and traversing, light shades of pinks tinting darker toward the center of each indiviual pad. Each claw is deemed its own shade of the palest tint of gray.
Over all frame is thin for that of grey lineage, and brute strength is not apparent. Jobs such as scouting would fit better, where the small, lithe, and speedy fit the job. That or a follow-up in a hunting job; again, someone best suited for the quick, the fast, the swift. Small in every way. One atributated to quick and fleet feet, good for what seems to only be escaping and running away. One that seems to always be giving in to her cowardice.
Eyes shine of the fiendish blue anyone has ever seen. They seem to pierce the very being of everything, though her mannerisms deem differently. Unnerving is the best of atributes, though not always intentional. Friendly and kind, though these eyes do not seem to show it; eyes may be the doorway to the soul, but no one ever said that they do not decieve, that they always tell the full and only truths. Piercing eyes, but a timid word and soft presence.
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My soul is still on burning, desire to live....
desire to be free....
desire to be free....
What am i to do?
[/size][/color]They have tied me down, and left me to rot.....
[/sup][/b]Winter
I act so:; Timid
But my heart is:; Fiery
Dice Roll:; 3
With my last dieing breath, i give you my word....
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Good Bye for now my friend.....
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Myth
But i have made it my own:; Whispers
Application word:; I call you a LIAR
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