Post by iokaste on May 7, 2010 22:59:14 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,
Iokaste
they have poisoned my blood, they have made me,
Iokaste
Gender:; Femme
Rank:; Alphess
Pack:; Ai
Age:; Four winters
Kin:; Mother: Ianthe Father: Vasyklo
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:; Iokaste has a pelt that consist of a tempered mix of cloudy grays and whites with the occasional appearance of black.
eyes:; A pale gold
looks:; Iokaste has a pelt mix of light cloudy grays, delicate crèmes, and onyx ears back and tail, true to the clouds for which she is named. The pillars on which she stands on are not exceptionally tall, nor are they diminutive. In fact the most unusual thing that can be said of them is the long black streak on the fur that runs down them from the elbows and ends at her paws, a simple gray—the structure itself consisting of narrow bones masked by the thick gray fur that surrounds. The wide black bar that runs down her back is lightly dusted with flecks of white; this ends at her tail, which is completely black. The femmes eyes are a pale uncaring gold, as though the one who created her felt that it was necessary to compensate for the beauty of her fur with a dullness of the eyes. These eyes are generally closed in either thought or sleep. Her frame is rather small and appears to be short and slender, the fur that covers the area and masks this flows at long lengths from all places, carefully groomed and placed at every available chance. Iokaste is slightly taller than most females would be due partially to genetics and partially to the fact that the femmes head is always held high with a deceptive pride. Her facial palette is rather simple, consisting of nothing more than an entirely gray face with a short stygian streak that begins at her nose only to fade as it reaches the bridge. It could be said that her coat was flawless; there being nary a scar on her pelt nor a nick of the ear to be found, though whether this is due to a lack of experience in fights or an exceeding ability in them will be revealed at a later time.
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]Pick A Season
I act so:; Composed
But my heart is:; In turmoil
Dice Roll:; *luck*
With my last dieing breath, i give you my word....
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Good Bye for now my friend.....
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But i have made it my own:; Iokaste
Application word:; ---Correct----
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