Post by ~Mirror~ on Jan 26, 2011 19:05:41 GMT -5
Mirror
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Full Name: Mirror
Nickname(s): Mira
Age: 4 years
Gender: Female
Species: Canine
Breed(s): Gray Wolf x Alaskan Malamute x Siberian husky
Other: Image from ForsakeWolf on DeviantArt. When her signature is finished, the image will have a full URL on it.
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If you looked at Mirror on a dark night, the first thing you'd think is that she was terrifying. Why? She's big. The blood of wolves and malamutes converge in this she-dog making her tall and fluffy. Most of her size, in fact, is fur. This fur is colored with passing streaks of white, tan and gray though most of it is black. White colors her underbelly, some of her chest and her paws as well as her muzzle and two circles around carmel colored eyes. Her eyes are mostly carmel brown except for one little segmant of her right eye which is blue. This hints at Siberian husky blood somewhere along the line, though she's never thought much of it one way or another. Her paws, massive as they are, are perfect for running on snow or ground others may find dangerous. Her tail is a big plume of black and white fur, curved toward the end but never fully curling. Other than the slight rounding of her triangular ears, the rest of Mira belongs to the wolf in her. From her size to her broad chest, her massive paws to her elegantly long muzzle, Mirror looks like a big fluffy wolf. She hates it, but it's what she is.
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Because she's so big, everyone expects Mirror to be fierce, fearless, intimidating and even bossy. Flip that around to the exact opposite and you have Mirror. Shy, withdrawn, soft-spoken and quiet, this jumble of a she-dog is more or less what you see isn't what you get. She looks scary but she couldn't hurt a fly. She looks confident when a single critisim as her scrambling to fix it. Mirror is a confused she-dgo who, since she was often shown up by her sister, is used to being dead last and getting scraps. In fact, she thinks its what she deserves. She's not fast or strong or brave or smart and she knows it. Mirror would like to be all those things, to be the ideal mate or the perfect example of every highly desired bloodline in her, but she is self-conscious and doubtful. Always second guessing herself, Mira underestimates her own abilities on a regular basis and then crumbles when she realizes her mistakes. She seldom laughs and will do what anyone tells her just to avoid being repremanded but, if by some miracle, someone gets her to relax, Mirror is a whole other canine. She laughs like bells and has a smile that lights up the room. The problem is, she seldom feels comfortable enough to do so.
SOUL.
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Born on the island, it's all Mirror's ever known, which may or may not be a good or bad thing. Her mother, Hecate, was a pure blooded she-wolf but her father was a dog. Mirror never met her dad and was raised only by her mother and her mother's close family. Mirror had a sister named Morning, whom was almost exactly identical to Mirror with minor differences. Mirror never understood why her mother would call Morning beautiful and then call Mirror ugly. Her gruff-tempered grandmother Elya explained to Mirror the one thing that made all the difference. Mirror had a quarter of blue in her right eye, something she didn't realize until she was older because she never saw her own reflection. When she did, she realized it was true. The blue was like her father's eyes. Dog eyes. Weak eyes. She was shamed because of a slice of blue. Her sister, amber-eyed and identical, was pretty. She, with a quarter of blue, was not. It didn't help that, being destined to be slightly larger than Morning, had bigger feet as a puppy. These feet made her clumsy and silly looking and often got her teased.
After one year, Mirror decided to leave. She left her family and during her first winter, she nearly starved because hunting was so poor and she didn't really know how to get along without a pack. In the spring, she began teaching herself how to hunt properly now that her body was growing into her oversized feet. Mirror almost drowned herself once, and sometimes still entertains the thought when she gets to staring at her reflection and wondering why she's so different. She could pass for wolf if it weren't for that eye.
Your Name: Mirror
Joining Password: nylassi?
RP Example:
A cold front had moved quickly through the lands of Arya, bringing a shocking chill to everyone. One night, foals would fall asleep to warm summer breezes and at dawn find the grass crusted in frost, that was the swiftness of autumn's coming. Larger equines were not quite as troubled as the younger ones may be, though they took it as a warning to begin looking for their winter hideaways. One mare, however, couldn't have been any less bothered by the cooling temperatures. She was a muscular blue-roan Gypsy Vanner, misty eyed more often than not and roaming Arya regardless of season. Easily noticable because of her height, unusual coloration and well known dreamy demeanor, Horizon was currently not traveling anywhere in particular. Her feathered white limbs were tucked up under her barrel of a body, head curled toward her front limbs and cradled on a pillow of cold sand. As the autumn sun rose high, the mare slumbered as though it was the blackest hour of the night. Her breaths were soft and even, eyelids fluttering from time to time with her dreams. In her white mane, a raven black feather, slightly crooked but far too large to have come from a normal bird, was tangled in her mane.
MERE yards from the slumbering vanner, the surf rolled. Foamy waves tumbled onto the wet sand giving the cove its name as it seemed to sigh back into the sea. The entire place had the soothing sound of breath, as though it was all alive, peaceful and quiet but alive nonetheless. Cliffs curled around the little beach, the only way to the gray sands being narrow paiths down one of the cliffs. Since the paths were so crumbly and narrow, it was a wonder Horizon had managed it without falling to her death. Regardless, here the mare rested, for once not in the dreams of another. This time, the dreams were on her terms and the place of her resting, of her own choosing. It was a rare luxury for her to choose her resting place or even have her own chance to dream since she was a dreamwalker, enslaved by the dreams of others.
AROUND her, the world turned toward winter, the waves tumbled on the sands and the cove sighed. The mare was completely oblivious to it all, drawn too deep into her own seldom visited dreamworld. What did this dream-wise mare dream about? Slowness. In her mind, Horizon wandered in a world of swirling blues, blacks and grays. They played at her feet, kissed her neck, smoothed her mane. With each step, they changed. They giggled like children, ran like rabbits and caressed like a lover. But it all moved slow. There was no sun or moon to confuse the mare about time, no voices yelling at her for falling asleep or demanding to know if she was alright. There was no unwelcome noise, no babble of voices that were too confusing to understand. It was all slow and quiet with only the distant white noise of the rolling sea. For a mare so used to confusion, a mare that often let herself simply be to escape having to face the confusion, this was her paradise, her haven. Sadly it was a haven seldom seen.
SOMEHWHERE on the cliffs, a crow cawed and circled. In her dream, Horizon heard it and smiled though she didn't know why the sound was so pleasing.
From;; Stars & Suns
Character;; Horizon[/size]
