Post by Subsub on Jan 2, 2007 10:47:01 GMT -5
:: Character Information ::
Known as Zaphira.
She is eight months old.
Has the genitals of a Female.
She is of Anthro Heavenhound (mother) and Feral Ice Dragon (father) lineage - Zaphira had gained her father's feral appearance, and her mothers looks, colours and that pair of angelic wings.
Her mother and father were lost, due to tropical floods. She had fled and travelled to the Order, knowing that her family would never had survived.
Just like parentals, all 3 brothers were lost during the devastating flood.
I'm currently working on her website.
Descripsion shall be finished soon.
:: Roleplaying ::
(Please, write down the two required posts. You can also add some old posts if you wish to.)
Socializing; Unloved padded through the forest curiously, head, wings and tassle low. Now over half a year old, Un was starting to build out into a muscular male wolf. Keeping to himself for these past few months, he hadn't socialized in a while - but why would mutated, suicidal, unloving, ugly beasts want to socialize? Who knows, but for the past weeks he had been feeling lonely. Maybe a pup did need a family to love. He pushed those nasty thoughts off and continued on into the forest. Before long, a stream of liquid was found, and on the other side was a few other wolves. He had struck gold! But the stream's current was moving pretty quickly. Darn it. He wasn't stupid, so he padded up to the water's edge and lowered rump into a sitting position. Dulled orbs flashed as he blinked, scanning over the wolves with interest. Broke-up yap was sent, followed by a snort. Would they call him names also, just like his sister did?
Playing; Unlovable sat in the shadowy corner, out of the way of his small family. He was the oddball, deformaties were present all over thin carcass. He had seperated himself from the rest, not wanted to even exist. Suicidal. Head was low, spine bent smoothly in a hunched position. Dry orbs were weak, lacking their usual golden glow. Tangerine lobes would suddenly perk - something had definately caught his attention. So, what was it? A sister... Wanting to play it seemed. Something had pounced upon his frame, and he felt it's weak jaws biting at a spike that protruded from spine. Un started to growl lowly, before turning skull and snarling at her devilishly... He watched as the pathetic whelp backed off. "Get lost." He managed to scoff through snarls and growls. "I'm busy." He heard the female whelp say something back in a taunting manner, and that word 'mutant' was in her sentence. That was all it took to set the lad off. Suddenly, Un was flying at her, jaws flew open, ivorns dripping with toxic saliva. His mother was raped, by the most feared hellhound in all the lands of Opal Willow. This place was his birthplace, but since then they had moved to the Order, well known to many kinds of wolven. Before even his single mother knew, he had murdered his sister, and had fled from the burrow in a blind rage - at only 4 months old.
Link to her picture; tinyurl.com/y2btmj
Known as Zaphira.
She is eight months old.
Has the genitals of a Female.
She is of Anthro Heavenhound (mother) and Feral Ice Dragon (father) lineage - Zaphira had gained her father's feral appearance, and her mothers looks, colours and that pair of angelic wings.
Her mother and father were lost, due to tropical floods. She had fled and travelled to the Order, knowing that her family would never had survived.
Just like parentals, all 3 brothers were lost during the devastating flood.
I'm currently working on her website.
Descripsion shall be finished soon.
:: Roleplaying ::
(Please, write down the two required posts. You can also add some old posts if you wish to.)
Socializing; Unloved padded through the forest curiously, head, wings and tassle low. Now over half a year old, Un was starting to build out into a muscular male wolf. Keeping to himself for these past few months, he hadn't socialized in a while - but why would mutated, suicidal, unloving, ugly beasts want to socialize? Who knows, but for the past weeks he had been feeling lonely. Maybe a pup did need a family to love. He pushed those nasty thoughts off and continued on into the forest. Before long, a stream of liquid was found, and on the other side was a few other wolves. He had struck gold! But the stream's current was moving pretty quickly. Darn it. He wasn't stupid, so he padded up to the water's edge and lowered rump into a sitting position. Dulled orbs flashed as he blinked, scanning over the wolves with interest. Broke-up yap was sent, followed by a snort. Would they call him names also, just like his sister did?
Playing; Unlovable sat in the shadowy corner, out of the way of his small family. He was the oddball, deformaties were present all over thin carcass. He had seperated himself from the rest, not wanted to even exist. Suicidal. Head was low, spine bent smoothly in a hunched position. Dry orbs were weak, lacking their usual golden glow. Tangerine lobes would suddenly perk - something had definately caught his attention. So, what was it? A sister... Wanting to play it seemed. Something had pounced upon his frame, and he felt it's weak jaws biting at a spike that protruded from spine. Un started to growl lowly, before turning skull and snarling at her devilishly... He watched as the pathetic whelp backed off. "Get lost." He managed to scoff through snarls and growls. "I'm busy." He heard the female whelp say something back in a taunting manner, and that word 'mutant' was in her sentence. That was all it took to set the lad off. Suddenly, Un was flying at her, jaws flew open, ivorns dripping with toxic saliva. His mother was raped, by the most feared hellhound in all the lands of Opal Willow. This place was his birthplace, but since then they had moved to the Order, well known to many kinds of wolven. Before even his single mother knew, he had murdered his sister, and had fled from the burrow in a blind rage - at only 4 months old.
Link to her picture; tinyurl.com/y2btmj
