Post by *S T R A Y on Jan 30, 2011 23:04:47 GMT -5
SOLSTICE
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Full Name: Solstice
Nickname(s): Sol
Age: 2
Gender: Female
Species: Canine
Breed(s): Black Wolf [x] German Shepherd
Other: None
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Ah, Solstice. A lovely girl, though a mixed breed of wolf and german shepherd. Such beauty can be described, though it's best to describe the most noticeable traits first, and the details last. Let's get started, shall we?
Solstice has a slender body. Starting from her head, she has a long snout, in which teeth as sharp as newly sharpened razors sit, and her jaws are massive with power, and her crania is round. Her eyes sit perfectly on her dial, and her auds are perky and slightly long. Her neck is in elegant portion to her feminine frame. Her legs are long and her paws are rather large, with claws that could kill a human with just one swipe. Her back is long and slumped in slightly. Her hind end is round, almost like an equines, and her tail is longer than most wolves. A trait from her shepherd father. Ah! Now we get to this! Yes, her mother was a wolf, and that is what makes up most of the traits Solstice has. However, few Shepherd traits are noticeable in her body.
Off that, and on to better things, shall we? Well, Solstice is one of those with the two different eye colors. One is an autumn red, with the other is autumn orange. They are bright and expectant, but also gentle, however, only to those who show her kindness. Her black coat is coarse to the touch, thanks to years of roaming alone. Never being groomed, not even by other wolves. She is thin with lack of food, as she was never taught to hunt and never learned on her own. Her bones show through her carcass, and she is a rather beautiful, yet pitiful sight.
MIND,
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Solstice is a kind creature. She wouldn't hurt a soul, unless they were acting threatening toward her first. She is quick to act and think, and therefore, she never acts without thinking, unless it's blind attacks, however, those are rare, and only come when she is in immediate danger. Sol is quick to protect those who help her, however, and though noone has ever showed her any love of any sort, she still finds it in herself to remain loyal to her large heart.
Solstice often is confused, and questions whom she is, and where she belongs, being that she was never accepted anywhere before in her life. Not with wolves, not with dogs, and certainly not with any other species, especially humans. However, depsite all this, Solstice knows that one day she may find her place in this world that she now fears greatly.
Likes:
-Rain
-Autumn
-Running
-Food
-Companionship
-Those who show kindness
-Sunshine
-Forests
-Children
-Water
-Swimming
-The moon
-Love
-Music
Dislikes:
-Lightining
-Those who are cold-hearted
-Cold weather
-Summer time
-Being injured
-Harsh words
-Being hungry
-Cars
-Roads
-Open spaces
SOUL.
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When Solstice was born, her mother was forced to abandon her. The alpha male would have no wolf dog in his pack, and his alpha female, Arari, was no exception. Solstice was her first and only born, and leaving her behind was the hardest thing the female had to do. However, she did, with the hopes that her Shepherd father would find her and take care of her, and that he did. The male took him to the pound, and there, he was taken care of by the animal rescuers. However, when she was adopted at the appropriate age, she was highly mistreated.
She ran away one evening when one of the children left the front door open and turned wild. However, the young femmora never learned to hunt, nor defend herself, so the rare times she did manange to catch a meal, she was always chased away and then attacked as a warning to not return. She soon began to live on scraps that the humans threw out. However, this didn't last long as soon, people began to shoot at her and throw hard bottles made of glass. Often times, she was hit, and each and every time, she was forced to heal on her own.
A few months after being shot three times, she was hit by a car, and mananged to survive after the couple rushed her to a local wildlife clinic. Once she was healed, the humans took her to a wildlife reserve in the U.S., however, things went wrong and the boat crashed on an island. The young wolf was left to rot in the cage but something large banged the cage open, and the femmora made a break for it. She could see the dead bodies of humans everywhere and that only increased her fear. However, as soon as she realized that this place was not much different from her Russian home, her fear began to be replaced with relief. Still, she was unaccepted by any race.
(DO THIS PART ONCE)
Your Name: Stray
Joining Password: Nylassi (?)
Where did you find us?: ( Can't remember name of site... :/ )
RP Example:
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The gulla femmora travelled along at a steady trot, a crazed smirk glistening across her features. Her bodice moving with the grace of a dressage champion, but conformation of the mustang allowing her a sturdy, and hard stride. The large blaze that travelled from her mid forehead and down to her muzzle seemed to glow in the night, as did the two white socks on her hind legs. Despite the white on her hinds, black stockings still travelled up past the bend points in her long, thoroughbred like legs. Her body was slightly long, and her neck as well. Upon top sat a lightly darker crania which a sleek black mane claimed as it's home. Her haunches showed power, but fluid grace all at the same time. A banner of dark brown to cinnamon brown claimed the colouring of the locks. Her hazle eyes, which had taken on more of an emerald green pigment, searched ahead. She was alone, as far as her senses could tell.
She giggled lightly at nothing in particular.Yes. That was how she was. A giggler, and at nothing. However, her many disorders were to blame for that, and then the researchers were to blame for that. Honestly, the dove hadn't been stable from the start, not with a crazed stallion for a father. The already hyper bloodlines of the thoroughbred and then the spirited and energetic bloodlines of the mustang didn't mix well. It was already decided that by age two she would have ADHD and multiple personalities. Growing up domesticated didn't help much either. They never put her in a large enough paddock to run as she pleased. Built up energy led to her multiple personalities, as she had grown more and more restless with each passing day of no adequate excerise.
Being sent to a research facility for equines didn't even help either! The things they injected her with caused her to be diagnosed with Bi Polar, multiple personalities, ADHD, skitsofrenia, and she was even called phsycotic. It was true, actally. She was indeed, physchotic. Who else would travel alone, knowing their great fear of the dark thanks so skitsofrenia? Only the insane, and the insane was the virgin tempress that made her way oh, so calmy and easily through the night. She wasn't afraid yet. The moon was bright tonight. She had no reason to hear or see things, but at the same time, she did. An equine with her spirits and energy being diagnosed with as many problems mentally as she, was something to not toy with. She also heard voices, part of her skitsofrenia. Voices that told her to kill others, and herself. However, each death she tried to bring upon herself was the slowly suffering kind. The kind no equine wanted to see any being go through. Yes. She was that insane. She was to die a death of slaughter, but only when the voices whispered.
[/size]Another giggle escaped her and this time, her audits flicked back in anger and she snapped her teeth at the the night air before perking them once more to listen to the stinging silence around her. She laughed this time. A musical sounds that sliced the air brutally. By now she was walking, not caring she had no place to sleep. Her orbs were still the brightest emerald, and it was only because her mood at the moment was good.
