Post by Teha on Dec 21, 2006 6:50:57 GMT -5
ADULT APPLICATION
Character Information ::
Dubbance: Teha
Lifetime: 2 winters
Gender:Female
Lineage: Pure Heavenhound
Parentals: None
Siblings: None
Mated?(if yes, please remember he/she is supposed to join too) None
Spawn? None
Website: (leave blank if you don't have one)
Desired rank: Lead Warrior
Description: Cherub bitch looked, peltage hue of onyx, speckled on top of amid, a luminosity mauve, diverse amid cerise. Mittens created scathing, sinuous reverse to her pillars. Bodice slender procession, facials constantly grimace upon them. Spinal cord twisting in her own little way. Oh she be a goddess? No? Monster she was, yet flirtable, cheeky, loving, aggressive, Rude made femme bitch's personality. Cranium stood towering atop of figure; Subsequently an express amusement following. Excessively large mittens batted at the ground, here and there. Frame was slim, showing her backbone.
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; Femme bitch padded alongside the topography, impending transversely, seeing if there where any recognizable scents, she could pursue it. The scents consisted of wolves she knew of. Her pack mates, some erstwhile scents where scattered around from long ago. Fem didn’t reimburse concentration towards them, she just went directly towards the land where she knew, she saw that no one was around and would lazily lie upon the log. Flicking her tail, femme would position her bodice, and then nudging into her mitten, boredom struck. A lick was given towards her mitten. Yawning, bitch pondered whether to abscond, or very soon dwell and remain.
Fighting; Fem had been wondering for the night, bitter and unaccompanied. A yawn escaped maw, as she padded along to her favourite spot. Femme had not seen any wolves for a while. And from the hours of darkness previous to, made bitch very moody and bitchy. Audits perked up, seeing an annoying brute that had been following her for a while, “Go and annoy else you fucking annoying brute...” her voice trailed off as the smell hit her nasal. He was an intruder in her area! Eyes widened as she hissed. Her body flickered upwards as she went to her full height. Fem bitch would softly hiss at him, seeing the brute was getting closer, she growled, hackles would raise, “done come anyway closer” she snapped her jowls at him.. He did.. She snorted and lunged for him, tail keeping her alignment straight as she went straight for the throat. If she did succeed she would clamp down his throat and hit the main artery. If he dodged it, then he would be a coward and she would try and bit upon his spinal cord.
Hunting; Audits shook, entering the glade, fem would glance around, wondering where the heck they all where. Scowl came across her facials. Wondering what the hell to do, then picking up scents of nearing pack mates, and the scents of the alpha and higher ranking pack mates. She would lower her crania towards them. Performance she ended her respect. “May I interest you in a hunt?” she smirked, “I have heard that this year is a good season for deer.” Oral appendage licked across her chops. Nodding, acknowledging that they want to, nasel struck itself to the soil, and sniffed out the deer. She blinked, picking the scent, she waiting whilst saying “Alpha first” she nodded as then she howled, wanting more pack mates. Following the scent to the forest, she entered. Gaze drifted upon a doe. Carcass lowered to the ground, as she scuttled against it. She lunged, hopeful that bitch would catch the deer’s legs, and pull it down.
Character Information ::
Dubbance: Teha
Lifetime: 2 winters
Gender:Female
Lineage: Pure Heavenhound
Parentals: None
Siblings: None
Mated?(if yes, please remember he/she is supposed to join too) None
Spawn? None
Website: (leave blank if you don't have one)
Desired rank: Lead Warrior
Description: Cherub bitch looked, peltage hue of onyx, speckled on top of amid, a luminosity mauve, diverse amid cerise. Mittens created scathing, sinuous reverse to her pillars. Bodice slender procession, facials constantly grimace upon them. Spinal cord twisting in her own little way. Oh she be a goddess? No? Monster she was, yet flirtable, cheeky, loving, aggressive, Rude made femme bitch's personality. Cranium stood towering atop of figure; Subsequently an express amusement following. Excessively large mittens batted at the ground, here and there. Frame was slim, showing her backbone.
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; Femme bitch padded alongside the topography, impending transversely, seeing if there where any recognizable scents, she could pursue it. The scents consisted of wolves she knew of. Her pack mates, some erstwhile scents where scattered around from long ago. Fem didn’t reimburse concentration towards them, she just went directly towards the land where she knew, she saw that no one was around and would lazily lie upon the log. Flicking her tail, femme would position her bodice, and then nudging into her mitten, boredom struck. A lick was given towards her mitten. Yawning, bitch pondered whether to abscond, or very soon dwell and remain.
Fighting; Fem had been wondering for the night, bitter and unaccompanied. A yawn escaped maw, as she padded along to her favourite spot. Femme had not seen any wolves for a while. And from the hours of darkness previous to, made bitch very moody and bitchy. Audits perked up, seeing an annoying brute that had been following her for a while, “Go and annoy else you fucking annoying brute...” her voice trailed off as the smell hit her nasal. He was an intruder in her area! Eyes widened as she hissed. Her body flickered upwards as she went to her full height. Fem bitch would softly hiss at him, seeing the brute was getting closer, she growled, hackles would raise, “done come anyway closer” she snapped her jowls at him.. He did.. She snorted and lunged for him, tail keeping her alignment straight as she went straight for the throat. If she did succeed she would clamp down his throat and hit the main artery. If he dodged it, then he would be a coward and she would try and bit upon his spinal cord.
Hunting; Audits shook, entering the glade, fem would glance around, wondering where the heck they all where. Scowl came across her facials. Wondering what the hell to do, then picking up scents of nearing pack mates, and the scents of the alpha and higher ranking pack mates. She would lower her crania towards them. Performance she ended her respect. “May I interest you in a hunt?” she smirked, “I have heard that this year is a good season for deer.” Oral appendage licked across her chops. Nodding, acknowledging that they want to, nasel struck itself to the soil, and sniffed out the deer. She blinked, picking the scent, she waiting whilst saying “Alpha first” she nodded as then she howled, wanting more pack mates. Following the scent to the forest, she entered. Gaze drifted upon a doe. Carcass lowered to the ground, as she scuttled against it. She lunged, hopeful that bitch would catch the deer’s legs, and pull it down.
