Post by Persilla on Dec 12, 2006 10:33:39 GMT -5
Dubbance: Persilla (prefers per or persi)
Lifetime: Around 2 1/2 to 3 years.
Gender: Female
Lineage: Purebred Heavenhound
Parentals: Schintzel [f] x ?
Siblings: Ezmerelda
Mated?(if yes, please remember he/she is supposed to join too): No.
Spawn?: No
Website: NA
Desired rank: Perhaps delta? I'd feel more comfortable roleplaying with Zibah before any rank is given out, though.
Description: Multi-hued pastel parasols unfold from he maiden’s dorsal and extend, stretching meters heavenwards. Although a useless attribute granted from her pedigree breed, they were still a holy look to add to her godly physique. Fuchsia bandit’s mask mark around Per’s coral eyes, contrasting against her mainly onyx face. Mint radars were cropped, the smooth pigments bleeding back into a tainted champagne color- apple and cream mixture. They run mainly over her spinal column, parting to mix with the charred color on her rib cage. Both defined chest and plump underbelly sported a gloomy grey color, which also seemed to mix into her obsidian hindlegs. Forepaws were of fuchsia- the same which encased her eyes- though the elegant tinge started just underneath her joint. Tail had the best of all the worlds, as it seemed that it carried all three major colors of the canid.
Roleplaying ::
(Please, write down all the three required posts. You can also add some old posts if you wish to. And we're not giving you the situations, btw.)
Socializing; Persilla’s wings folded down into a sheath-like manner and rested on her spine as she’d stroll into a small clearing of pups. Each growled and bayed, trying to initiate some sort of play-fight with their superior packmate. Of course, Per couldn’t deny them their right to act like maniacs, as it would also be a staple growing lesson in the department of learning how to brawl and take down prey. She’d be barraged by a few whelps, each bouncing onto her limbs or nipping at her narrow snout. Jezebel released her own guttural threat, her apex lashing to each side to ward off any pups from that region. She’d flop on her side, mittens harmlessly swatting at the tykes. As one trolloped up and smothered her face in pathetic bites and high-pitched snarls, Per would cuff its dainty figure with her plush pads and toss it to its side. Fem rose to her fours and clambered over the sprawling bundle of pups, flopping her rump down into the clan. (i don’t want it to be too big, so i’ll just end it tharr :B because i can keep going and going and going. dkuksdgjv)
Fighting; (i'll just make it the end of a fight where the opponent is to be obliterated)
Each contestant was splotched with blood; each had their own wounds, though it seemed as if Persilla had inflicted them the worst. Her rival, a seemingly dire/hellhound (they were quite hard to tell apart these days) looking creature lay in a small pool of crimson blood. The Heavenhound, usually docile and gracious in manner, had resorted to a beastly demeanor. Her flesh was exposed upon her forelimbs and facial features, which seemed to have taken the brunt of it all, and she walked with a significant limp. Her wings were bruised, damaged and bald in places. Per’s spine was skinned and raked; though, even through all of the misery and pain, she still fought to keep her Matriarch’s land pure. She wouldn’t let this fool get in the way of her clan’s growth.
Persilla limped over to her nearly dead foe, which was in a mortal state. Though, out of all his ghastly wounds, the one on his neck was fatal- his jugular vein had been severed. He would die a slow, painful death of suffocation and blood loss, though his body must be disposed of. “Go to hell,” he had choked at Per, spatting blood upon her cloudy mane. She merely scoffed at his curse to damnation. Bloody duchess would demolish him completely before he’d grow unconscious and couldn’t suffer more by digging deeper into his throat cavity, slicing and dicing his jugular and hacking away at the tendons. Blood spurted from his neck as she drew back her crimson-caked deathtrap, eyes mad with fury. It was over. Skin were open flaps which exposed a bloody mess of nothing- throat and muscles were left to the side. Persilla would snatch up the mutt’s carcass by his rank tail, dragging him away over the boarder of the lands, a blood trail which seeped into the environment left in her path.
Hunting; (blah, this one sucks. i'm running out of rp juice :( )
And the herd of deer were off. The clan had spooked them and it was quite obvious which one they were to snatch: a full grown doe with what seemed to be a damaged hind leg. She was limping, trying to flee and scatter with the rest of her herd, but it was in vain. Aldora was going to feast well tonight. While the rest of her pack had their own duties, Persilla had to mind her own. She’d crouch down into the lush vegetation, mindful of the spooked doe’s hooves stamping down, and work her way in closer. As her companions went high and aimed for her spine and throat, Persilla took into consideration that the beast could always be ‘tripped.’ And so she tried.
Per’s lips coiled up, exposing her hooked pearls filmed in rabid saliva. Mint ears folded down as she’d prepare to gather herself up and place herself under the female’s hooves. A dangerous spot, though it must be done. Persilla snapped, missing, and emitted a bone-crunching sound as her jowls latched together. Once more, and she succeeded, slicing through the deer’s leathery skin but that was all. She’d scuttle back as the doe bleated and thrashed her hooves down, tripping from the other wolves’ weight. The deer's long back limbs were buckled underneath of her weight, but she still fought to keep her forelimbs up. Persilla took the opportunity and strike, latching onto the deer’s throat along with another packmate, as the other place themselves on the doe. Fortunately, the prey gave up and bleated her defeat, her fate was to be eaten alive. A life given so others may continue.
Lifetime: Around 2 1/2 to 3 years.
Gender: Female
Lineage: Purebred Heavenhound
Parentals: Schintzel [f] x ?
Siblings: Ezmerelda
Mated?(if yes, please remember he/she is supposed to join too): No.
Spawn?: No
Website: NA
Desired rank: Perhaps delta? I'd feel more comfortable roleplaying with Zibah before any rank is given out, though.
Description: Multi-hued pastel parasols unfold from he maiden’s dorsal and extend, stretching meters heavenwards. Although a useless attribute granted from her pedigree breed, they were still a holy look to add to her godly physique. Fuchsia bandit’s mask mark around Per’s coral eyes, contrasting against her mainly onyx face. Mint radars were cropped, the smooth pigments bleeding back into a tainted champagne color- apple and cream mixture. They run mainly over her spinal column, parting to mix with the charred color on her rib cage. Both defined chest and plump underbelly sported a gloomy grey color, which also seemed to mix into her obsidian hindlegs. Forepaws were of fuchsia- the same which encased her eyes- though the elegant tinge started just underneath her joint. Tail had the best of all the worlds, as it seemed that it carried all three major colors of the canid.
Roleplaying ::
(Please, write down all the three required posts. You can also add some old posts if you wish to. And we're not giving you the situations, btw.)
Socializing; Persilla’s wings folded down into a sheath-like manner and rested on her spine as she’d stroll into a small clearing of pups. Each growled and bayed, trying to initiate some sort of play-fight with their superior packmate. Of course, Per couldn’t deny them their right to act like maniacs, as it would also be a staple growing lesson in the department of learning how to brawl and take down prey. She’d be barraged by a few whelps, each bouncing onto her limbs or nipping at her narrow snout. Jezebel released her own guttural threat, her apex lashing to each side to ward off any pups from that region. She’d flop on her side, mittens harmlessly swatting at the tykes. As one trolloped up and smothered her face in pathetic bites and high-pitched snarls, Per would cuff its dainty figure with her plush pads and toss it to its side. Fem rose to her fours and clambered over the sprawling bundle of pups, flopping her rump down into the clan. (i don’t want it to be too big, so i’ll just end it tharr :B because i can keep going and going and going. dkuksdgjv)
Fighting; (i'll just make it the end of a fight where the opponent is to be obliterated)
Each contestant was splotched with blood; each had their own wounds, though it seemed as if Persilla had inflicted them the worst. Her rival, a seemingly dire/hellhound (they were quite hard to tell apart these days) looking creature lay in a small pool of crimson blood. The Heavenhound, usually docile and gracious in manner, had resorted to a beastly demeanor. Her flesh was exposed upon her forelimbs and facial features, which seemed to have taken the brunt of it all, and she walked with a significant limp. Her wings were bruised, damaged and bald in places. Per’s spine was skinned and raked; though, even through all of the misery and pain, she still fought to keep her Matriarch’s land pure. She wouldn’t let this fool get in the way of her clan’s growth.
Persilla limped over to her nearly dead foe, which was in a mortal state. Though, out of all his ghastly wounds, the one on his neck was fatal- his jugular vein had been severed. He would die a slow, painful death of suffocation and blood loss, though his body must be disposed of. “Go to hell,” he had choked at Per, spatting blood upon her cloudy mane. She merely scoffed at his curse to damnation. Bloody duchess would demolish him completely before he’d grow unconscious and couldn’t suffer more by digging deeper into his throat cavity, slicing and dicing his jugular and hacking away at the tendons. Blood spurted from his neck as she drew back her crimson-caked deathtrap, eyes mad with fury. It was over. Skin were open flaps which exposed a bloody mess of nothing- throat and muscles were left to the side. Persilla would snatch up the mutt’s carcass by his rank tail, dragging him away over the boarder of the lands, a blood trail which seeped into the environment left in her path.
Hunting; (blah, this one sucks. i'm running out of rp juice :( )
And the herd of deer were off. The clan had spooked them and it was quite obvious which one they were to snatch: a full grown doe with what seemed to be a damaged hind leg. She was limping, trying to flee and scatter with the rest of her herd, but it was in vain. Aldora was going to feast well tonight. While the rest of her pack had their own duties, Persilla had to mind her own. She’d crouch down into the lush vegetation, mindful of the spooked doe’s hooves stamping down, and work her way in closer. As her companions went high and aimed for her spine and throat, Persilla took into consideration that the beast could always be ‘tripped.’ And so she tried.
Per’s lips coiled up, exposing her hooked pearls filmed in rabid saliva. Mint ears folded down as she’d prepare to gather herself up and place herself under the female’s hooves. A dangerous spot, though it must be done. Persilla snapped, missing, and emitted a bone-crunching sound as her jowls latched together. Once more, and she succeeded, slicing through the deer’s leathery skin but that was all. She’d scuttle back as the doe bleated and thrashed her hooves down, tripping from the other wolves’ weight. The deer's long back limbs were buckled underneath of her weight, but she still fought to keep her forelimbs up. Persilla took the opportunity and strike, latching onto the deer’s throat along with another packmate, as the other place themselves on the doe. Fortunately, the prey gave up and bleated her defeat, her fate was to be eaten alive. A life given so others may continue.
