Post by trinity on Jul 26, 2005 13:11:16 GMT -5
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My Name:Trinity
My Age:5
My Breed Is:Wolf
My optics are:Of the sunrise
The Color Of My Pelt:Charcoal
My Gender:Czaress
My Personality:Let's just say you should keep to her good side
My Crush:Whomever I please
My Love:In the upcoming
My History:As of a normal Lupine
Deamon padded in, glare shifted towards the loam in search of a tasty morsel. Harks were securely fastened against his cerebrum. He snarled at the moving bush and stalked it, mass huddled towards the lithosphere. He had no packmates, a large hunt was out of his paws, for now. He spun around snapping and catching something silken and plush-like. He spat it out immediately following the realization that is was his appendage. Pads imbedded soft imprints among the icy blanket. What was he to do following acceptance into a pack? Live his life as another member, to be forgotten? Never! He boomed an a snarley, uneasy tone. The vocal sky-rocketed and riccashayed(sp?) Off the cavern walls, causing a land slide. Enjoying his moment of power, he lurked throughout the bushes and found a snowshoe hare. Lunging above it, he came down upon it harshly and immediatly tore it's heck apart. Watching it struggle was like watching himself as a worthless pup. No more was that to be, now he would make a name of himself and stand proudly amongst the lands, next to the almighty Lupa! He threw his head up and howled towards the summerland, asking for guidance in his journey he created. In the heat of the moment his tones rung out once again, then he stopped and wreeled again, florescent turquois pools shone as he saw the northern lights. It caused his moonwashed hackles to stand on end, would the gods decide his future?
(My joining post to DF, I am a female!)
My Name:Trinity
My Age:5
My Breed Is:Wolf
My optics are:Of the sunrise
The Color Of My Pelt:Charcoal
My Gender:Czaress
My Personality:Let's just say you should keep to her good side
My Crush:Whomever I please
My Love:In the upcoming
My History:As of a normal Lupine
Deamon padded in, glare shifted towards the loam in search of a tasty morsel. Harks were securely fastened against his cerebrum. He snarled at the moving bush and stalked it, mass huddled towards the lithosphere. He had no packmates, a large hunt was out of his paws, for now. He spun around snapping and catching something silken and plush-like. He spat it out immediately following the realization that is was his appendage. Pads imbedded soft imprints among the icy blanket. What was he to do following acceptance into a pack? Live his life as another member, to be forgotten? Never! He boomed an a snarley, uneasy tone. The vocal sky-rocketed and riccashayed(sp?) Off the cavern walls, causing a land slide. Enjoying his moment of power, he lurked throughout the bushes and found a snowshoe hare. Lunging above it, he came down upon it harshly and immediatly tore it's heck apart. Watching it struggle was like watching himself as a worthless pup. No more was that to be, now he would make a name of himself and stand proudly amongst the lands, next to the almighty Lupa! He threw his head up and howled towards the summerland, asking for guidance in his journey he created. In the heat of the moment his tones rung out once again, then he stopped and wreeled again, florescent turquois pools shone as he saw the northern lights. It caused his moonwashed hackles to stand on end, would the gods decide his future?
(My joining post to DF, I am a female!)
