Post by Curly on Dec 19, 2006 14:54:46 GMT -5
Character Information ::
Dubbance: Curly
Lifetime: 2 Years.
Gender: Female
Lineage: Hybrid; hellhound × heavenhound
Parentals: Dead.
Siblings: No.
Mated? Nope.
Spawn? Nada.
Website:
Desired rank: Whatever you find possible for me.
Description: I haven't made on yet. x: I know how curly looks like, Horrible. But No desc. </3
Roleplaying ::
Socializing; Curly would flatten her harks if sounds were registered, oculars shot over the terrain to find what she had heard. She tilted her boney head to the right, company? Talons were struck out and she clamped herself to the ground. Nostrills twitched at the scent of this creature arrived. Unfamilair. Snarl was emitted from jowls, as gaze was locked to the other wolf. Long ears relaxed as the wolf just walked by, paying no attention to her. Beast would follow every movements of the animal, was it searching for something? Curly, who was sitting, lifted her heavy, muscular bulk upwards. Fem shuffled towards the thing who sniffed everywhere. How tiny can something be? she thought, by herself. Curly sniffed in the air, it certainly was a young wolf. Huge mitten pawed at the little creature, the pup looked at her with a frightend view, then ran away, as fast as possible, Fae walked backwards. Why? Why was everyone afraid of her?
(Never fought before</3)Fighting; Curly let escape a loud growl, what was the stranger doing?! It came too close. Bitch walked backwards, as she did not want to know what was happening. Tassel would sweep behind her, in a fast rythm, almost a hurry. Femme opened her maw, canines of bright ivory where shown, drool drip from her chin, making a pool of slime on the terra. Oculars of a golden hue glanced from the angry appearence to a way out. Curly didnt want any confrontation, with anyone at the moment. As fae searched for a way out of this bowl, wolf came closer, closer. It lifted it's paw and slashed across her shoulder. Bitch would emit a loud whine, as this wasnt expected. Curly fastly moved the the right, where this thing couldnt reach for her. As blood dripped from her shoulder, she shuffled around the enemy. Maybe a sudden movement would work. Cur stopped, turned around, with a false grin on her facade. She took a jump, gave a roar and reached her jaw for it's tail, gotcha! Sharp fangs dug into the flesh of its tail. Curly could bite its tail off, it would've lost it's balance, and bleed to death.
(I'm not real good at hunting)Hunting; Stomach rumbled, Curly had not eaten for days. Orbs scanned the terrain for prays, a thinny deer. Nothing else.. Well at least it was something! No concurention(sp?) to see, let's kill that animal.
Beast would lower her bulk to the ground, hiding herself in the tall grass, fem could come close without noticed by the pray. Mittens made a crisping sound on the terra, a low sound, a sound what would'nt be heard, of course. When Curly got close enough she could simply reach out for its boney legs, yet that wasnt fun enough. Harks were layed in her neck, so that they won't stick out. Curly would circle around the deer, as it may've noticed she was on her certain hiding place. as the deer was also standing in the higher savannah grass, fae could come as close as she wanted, probally, without being noticed. Curly took a high jump, as that was her taqtique(sp?) with fighting, too. Then, bitch would land on the deers back, and pluggs her talons tightly in it's fleshy backbone line.
As femme ate it, after a furious fight with the stomping deer, Curly rippled the flesh from it's carcass beastly and wandered off.
Belly fulled, bloody maw. Happy.
I know, I know. I rpobally have alot of typos, but thats me! ;P
Dubbance: Curly
Lifetime: 2 Years.
Gender: Female
Lineage: Hybrid; hellhound × heavenhound
Parentals: Dead.
Siblings: No.
Mated? Nope.
Spawn? Nada.
Website:
Desired rank: Whatever you find possible for me.
Description: I haven't made on yet. x: I know how curly looks like, Horrible. But No desc. </3
Roleplaying ::
Socializing; Curly would flatten her harks if sounds were registered, oculars shot over the terrain to find what she had heard. She tilted her boney head to the right, company? Talons were struck out and she clamped herself to the ground. Nostrills twitched at the scent of this creature arrived. Unfamilair. Snarl was emitted from jowls, as gaze was locked to the other wolf. Long ears relaxed as the wolf just walked by, paying no attention to her. Beast would follow every movements of the animal, was it searching for something? Curly, who was sitting, lifted her heavy, muscular bulk upwards. Fem shuffled towards the thing who sniffed everywhere. How tiny can something be? she thought, by herself. Curly sniffed in the air, it certainly was a young wolf. Huge mitten pawed at the little creature, the pup looked at her with a frightend view, then ran away, as fast as possible, Fae walked backwards. Why? Why was everyone afraid of her?
(Never fought before</3)Fighting; Curly let escape a loud growl, what was the stranger doing?! It came too close. Bitch walked backwards, as she did not want to know what was happening. Tassel would sweep behind her, in a fast rythm, almost a hurry. Femme opened her maw, canines of bright ivory where shown, drool drip from her chin, making a pool of slime on the terra. Oculars of a golden hue glanced from the angry appearence to a way out. Curly didnt want any confrontation, with anyone at the moment. As fae searched for a way out of this bowl, wolf came closer, closer. It lifted it's paw and slashed across her shoulder. Bitch would emit a loud whine, as this wasnt expected. Curly fastly moved the the right, where this thing couldnt reach for her. As blood dripped from her shoulder, she shuffled around the enemy. Maybe a sudden movement would work. Cur stopped, turned around, with a false grin on her facade. She took a jump, gave a roar and reached her jaw for it's tail, gotcha! Sharp fangs dug into the flesh of its tail. Curly could bite its tail off, it would've lost it's balance, and bleed to death.
(I'm not real good at hunting)Hunting; Stomach rumbled, Curly had not eaten for days. Orbs scanned the terrain for prays, a thinny deer. Nothing else.. Well at least it was something! No concurention(sp?) to see, let's kill that animal.
Beast would lower her bulk to the ground, hiding herself in the tall grass, fem could come close without noticed by the pray. Mittens made a crisping sound on the terra, a low sound, a sound what would'nt be heard, of course. When Curly got close enough she could simply reach out for its boney legs, yet that wasnt fun enough. Harks were layed in her neck, so that they won't stick out. Curly would circle around the deer, as it may've noticed she was on her certain hiding place. as the deer was also standing in the higher savannah grass, fae could come as close as she wanted, probally, without being noticed. Curly took a high jump, as that was her taqtique(sp?) with fighting, too. Then, bitch would land on the deers back, and pluggs her talons tightly in it's fleshy backbone line.
As femme ate it, after a furious fight with the stomping deer, Curly rippled the flesh from it's carcass beastly and wandered off.
Belly fulled, bloody maw. Happy.
I know, I know. I rpobally have alot of typos, but thats me! ;P
