Post by dacora on Jul 5, 2014 9:59:07 GMT 10
??MEETING THE MAKER
alias: dacora
histories: N/A
??MAKING A MARK
moniker: Talia
age: 6 years old
bloodlines: Arabian
??KEEPING UP APPEARANCES
physical description:
traits description
[This is a post I did today on one of the wolf RPG sites that I am on]
A shocked laugh rippled out of the diamond hearted fae. Forbidden had had no wolf her age to frolic with as a pup and so did not innitially know how to react. The growl that issued from her throat as she was deposited on her back was playful and light, a sound she had yet to of made priorly. A true, heartfelt laugh issued from her as Rose looked down at her uncertainly. I really have changed. The wolf she had once been would never have been deposited on her back so easily, for the mere fact she had never been so comfortable in anothers presence to have not noted the movement as a threatening one. Rose's throat would have been her's before either had known what had gone on. Instead she nibbled at the paws that were braced against her side and jumped up, claiming the others tail before leaping onto the tiny she-wolf's back to tug at her ears.
Eventually she settled herself beside Rose again, this time to ponder the fae's words as they both gazed across the glassy surface of the lake. Her tail thumped absently as she thought. Rose had had troubles with Alpha's too, she had faced demons and hardship just as Forbidden had. She's so full of light, Forbidden marveled. This fae who had suffered the loss of her pack and nearly her life was so full of light and energy. She inspired the winter fae to do better. To be more than a killer. She nuzzled the side of Rose's head as she spoke in quiet tones. " I understand what it's like to be on ones deathbed, to have lost everything you stand for. To lose the person you were and hoped to become in place of some monsterous feined that only lived to hide in the shadows, away from that which might understand it's plight.
The pack I was born into was neither educated nor friendly. I was too small, too strange, too different and I was reminded of that every day that I lived. First I chased of my sister, then murdered my Alpha. Both acts that nearly physically destroyed me. I was so focused on getting strong that when I left my pack all I could think about was how to hurt others before they could hurt me. I lost my mind without ever realising it". Her voice had become a desperate whisper, as if willing someone to see the monster that lay within her soul and give it kind words rather than a harsh blow. "I destroyed nearly all that was logical of me for fear of seeing the truth. Guilt is a terrible thing, I do not hate myself for hiding from it for so long. In the past year though specks of light have begun to shine in the blackness that was me, each like their own star. One of them is now you, for the joy you seem to have in life is something I would much like to share". A calm smile stole upon her lips as she uttered the last sentance. Her pale golden eyes stared steadily out across the lake as she awaited a response from the ivory fae she could now think of as her friend. My best friend. The auburn and yellow rays of the sun danced across the water, a slight wind stiring the glass top to create ripples that bounced the light of off one another. Curious, how much can change in the fall and rise of that great heated orb.
alias: dacora
histories: N/A
??MAKING A MARK
moniker: Talia
age: 6 years old
bloodlines: Arabian
??KEEPING UP APPEARANCES
physical description:
Talia is a 15.2 hh mare. Her coat is a deep red chestnut. It is fine and shiny with a golden sheen in the sunlight. Talia's eyes are a rich brown in colour and the skin both around her eyes and muzzle is visibly black. She also has a small diamond shaped star that sits high between her eyes but that his her only white marking. She has a well muscled neck, back and quarters. She has a nicely built chest and barrel and strong slim legs. Her forearms are long which give extra length to her stride. Both her mane and tail are long and wavy, with flaxen tints to it in the summer.
traits description
At first glance Talia can come off rather skittish, hot tempered and unsure. She has a swift tread and a swift mind to go with it. She is not one to judge, nor to be fooled with for she does not think twice about using her teeth or hooves when her words don't get her point across. Talia has a deep rooted fear of embarressing herself which is why she often comes cross as timid. She can also be very cold and calculated when the situation calls for it and has a bad habit of shutting of from her true feelings. Once you have gained her trust she is kind, very compassionate, caring and extremely loyal.
[This is a post I did today on one of the wolf RPG sites that I am on]
A shocked laugh rippled out of the diamond hearted fae. Forbidden had had no wolf her age to frolic with as a pup and so did not innitially know how to react. The growl that issued from her throat as she was deposited on her back was playful and light, a sound she had yet to of made priorly. A true, heartfelt laugh issued from her as Rose looked down at her uncertainly. I really have changed. The wolf she had once been would never have been deposited on her back so easily, for the mere fact she had never been so comfortable in anothers presence to have not noted the movement as a threatening one. Rose's throat would have been her's before either had known what had gone on. Instead she nibbled at the paws that were braced against her side and jumped up, claiming the others tail before leaping onto the tiny she-wolf's back to tug at her ears.
Eventually she settled herself beside Rose again, this time to ponder the fae's words as they both gazed across the glassy surface of the lake. Her tail thumped absently as she thought. Rose had had troubles with Alpha's too, she had faced demons and hardship just as Forbidden had. She's so full of light, Forbidden marveled. This fae who had suffered the loss of her pack and nearly her life was so full of light and energy. She inspired the winter fae to do better. To be more than a killer. She nuzzled the side of Rose's head as she spoke in quiet tones. " I understand what it's like to be on ones deathbed, to have lost everything you stand for. To lose the person you were and hoped to become in place of some monsterous feined that only lived to hide in the shadows, away from that which might understand it's plight.
The pack I was born into was neither educated nor friendly. I was too small, too strange, too different and I was reminded of that every day that I lived. First I chased of my sister, then murdered my Alpha. Both acts that nearly physically destroyed me. I was so focused on getting strong that when I left my pack all I could think about was how to hurt others before they could hurt me. I lost my mind without ever realising it". Her voice had become a desperate whisper, as if willing someone to see the monster that lay within her soul and give it kind words rather than a harsh blow. "I destroyed nearly all that was logical of me for fear of seeing the truth. Guilt is a terrible thing, I do not hate myself for hiding from it for so long. In the past year though specks of light have begun to shine in the blackness that was me, each like their own star. One of them is now you, for the joy you seem to have in life is something I would much like to share". A calm smile stole upon her lips as she uttered the last sentance. Her pale golden eyes stared steadily out across the lake as she awaited a response from the ivory fae she could now think of as her friend. My best friend. The auburn and yellow rays of the sun danced across the water, a slight wind stiring the glass top to create ripples that bounced the light of off one another. Curious, how much can change in the fall and rise of that great heated orb.
