Post by odette on May 19, 2009 18:14:14 GMT
welcome to the world of wolves
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and freefall into the abyss below
Name :: Odette
Alias :: ---
Age :: 23 (human years)
Gender :: Female
Element :: Ice
Pack :: Goranzo
Rank :: Soldier (?)just let yourself go with the flow
Appearance :: Such rich, feminine grace flowing like sweet liquid honey through the veins of the regal child. Dressed in fur of the fairest silken ivory; her coat shimmers beneath the luminescent glow of the moon. Her fur is thick, though trim and fitting; neatly flowing over her small girlish body, with curves in all the right places - highlighting her delicate, ethereal and recherché charm. She has a body of slim physique; her waist is pulled in to a smooth, slender curve around her angelic bodice - elegantly sculpted, with moonlight shadows pooling into the lean contours of her pale skin. Her legs are tall and slender in proportion to her body, with small delicate paws. Being a wolf of small build, she rarely reaches the height of any male, or most females for the matter; but her size has never bothered her. Her tail is thick with choppy, fluffy layers, the longer fur draping down as she holds it level. She has an extremely thick layering of fur around her neck, appearing much like a large woman’s fur stole, which adds a bit of class to her appearance as it wraps around her neck and shoulders. Her face is round, with a slender angular muzzle; framed with thin black lips. Her crown is framed by svelte Elvin ears; round and smooth. Her eyes are a brilliant chestnut brown, though appearing almost black in some light, with a pearlish sheen of ghostly lavender.
Personality :: She is a young lady and likes to act as so. She believes in presenting proper manners when encountering a stranger, or anyone in fact; and always giving each one of them an equal opportunity to prove themselves worthy of her company. She is not vain, well maybe a little, but this idea of worthiness is simply her way of sorting out the ones she can trust, from the ones she can not. She enjoys learning about the world around her, and can not help but be intrigues of the other wolves around her; though she is happy enough spending as much time on her own, as she is conversing with others. She had always been brought up to be a good member of society, though everyone has that voice inside them that screams to rebel, inflict, control and explore; and Odette would be no different. But she very rarely exposes her inner urges; she is almost always in control; with a witty manner and high interlect, she can almost always slip her way out of ny trouble she may find herself in. She manages things with a calm demeanour, and is often thinking a few steps ahead of what ever she does. She loves companionship and grows increasingly depressed and desperate if she feels she is not a treasured member in a society Everybody yerns to be loved. She just has a strange way of showing it.
History :: She was born to the Alpha pair of a large religious pack. They had existed for hundreds of years, at the top of natural society. The pack had always treated its members with a fair and equal hand, and allowed then all to live a rather aristocratic lifestyle. Over the years this style of living began to get to their heads and many of the packs members began to use their status to hold themselves superior over all over all other creatures in their lands. With each litter born, they were unintentionally fed this idea throughout their childhood and as it grew stronger, many of the younger members of the pack began to rebel against their leaders in order to take control of the pack and use it's for their own corrupted purposes. Odette was born in the midst of the growing power struggle, and her parents, noticing the effect it was having on their once rich and idealist lifestyle took the option to leave the pack of power-hungry wolves in search for a fresh beginning for their newborn children. They had planned to wait a few months before they left, in order for their children to grow strong enough to make the journey to salvation, though through this time they had not the heart to keep their children from socialising with the other wolves, as it would seem suspicious if they did. Their plan was to leave quickly and quietly. And once night in spring, they did. And they made it to their new home. Though by this time, the damage had already been done. Their children had picked up on their birth pack's vain and snobbish nature and no matter how hard their parents tried to teach them to be polite and equal, the always remembers those times as a child when they lived a spoilt and salacious life. After all, the events that happen through your life, are what make you who you are today.
Roleplay Sample :: The rising cliff face hung over the cove like a mother protecting its newborn child. Tall and imposing, it threatened anyone who’d dare dream of harming its precious bungle of joy; with a fist full of sharp, pointed daggers that would only be so happy as to impale those few their madam wished punishment on. The smallest, fraction of imbalance was all that would needed to fulfill their duty; the task was simple but but blood would always spill. The bright crescent dusting of sand below, twinkled like miniature stars amongst a bed of yellow sky as the small grains winked back at the sun that was looking down from the heavens, as if the great sun God Ra was casting his great burning eye upon the cove, attracted by it’s exquisite beauty and lush sensual aura. A timid creature stepped forward; hesitantly, silently she treaded in closer to the cliffs sharp, crumbling edge. Pea sized rocks strained beneath the female’s footing, as she daringly dangled the tips of her toes over the alluring drop. Soft, fluent wisps of wind brushed effortlessly up between her parted toes, cooing her to take another step. Resisting, the fragile body dipped her head to allow her lucid lime gaze to deliberate the opulent spectacle that the cliff had been guarding from her view.
Her sultry eyes moved at a snails pace along the crescent of vibrant glistening sand, capturing every detail as a mental picture in her dreamy head of hers. Her pupils sharpening, she came to be fixated to the rhythmic waves that came to sweep a hand upon the sands in a brief passionate embrace; smooth and quick like a lovers hands sweeping off each others fingertips before their last goodbye; fearful that the other would never return. Though regardless it always did; the female watched as the waves were beckoned by the ocean, like a soldier marched off to war then at the end of every battle the water came back to kiss the shore for another return and goodbye once again. A room of silence had been built around the female whilst in her dream-like state, locked in; she calmly searched for an exit. Twitching her ears slowly, they turned her attention to the faint calls of sea birds that she could spot dancing gracefully in the burnt horizon beyond the shores of the cove that had managed to steal her full attention until now.
The high pitched cries of a seagull captured her full interest, an interest brought on by a mere pang of hunger rather then a fancy of any other. Her head dipped down to the right, her lucid gaze still glued to the noisy birds that glided above the tough swell of the crashing waves. A moist pink tongue pushed out from behind closed black lips in pursuit of a glide upon her own slender muzzle. The feathered specimen cried once again, cooing her to step out upon a platform that had not yet been built. She was so close and yet so far. A plump white tassel flared behind her; she could almost feel its limp, feathered body against her lips. A flush of frustration punched at her cheeks as she stood motionless, useless. Regardless, large innocent eyes still danced upon her façade. ‘Not today…’ Collecting herself with a slow expanding of her chest, her gaze swept over to the cove below to dance curiously atop the beach. Her nostrils flared, ravishing in the luscious perfume of salt and sand; it was seducing, infective that craved to be touched - A rich sensual seduction, diamonds and all.
Kneeling over to cautiously peer down the steep drop of the Cliffside, her head dipped down low, hanging over the edge searching the boulders, ledges and ridges for a possible safe route down. Green eyes danced over the crumbling surface, scanning every crack and rock that could collapse under her weight at any moment upon her decent. Once her studies where complete, small paws stepped back a few paces, her back legs tightened like a spring. She had to jump - to the next ledge anyway. In a single flowing motion left the Cliff top and placed her paws neatly upon the small ledge. Her white tail darted to the left, as a strong breeze hooked an arm around her body in attempts to push her off the edge. It was at that moment that a single snarl ripped across her delicate features in attempt to ward the strong winds off her chest, loud and sadistic it looked even the more demented on the face of an angel. Almost instantly the struggle was over and the winds returned to slow and fluid movements around the cove, the kind that made her body tingle every time they dared to sweep their cold, fresh hands through her long silken fur. Her snarl faded, her pale face blurring into a more appealing expression that she usually wore. ’One down’ She flicked her head to look along her designated path. A heavenly sigh left her lips. ’Twenty-four to go’.
Time ticked by and it had only taken her a few minutes before her paws came in contact with the soft, cushiony sand she had been admiring upon her cliff edge window. Like a princess looking down from the top window of the highest castle, she had wondered, dreamt, what it would be like to feel the sand beneath her paws and the salt sea kissing her toes like a mother would kiss her babies’. The white female swiftly turned upon herself, her eyes falling upon the object she so desired. A pink tongue tugged at her lips, encouraging her to walk on further. Small paws tiptoed onwards. The water almost sensing her delicate and timid nature immediately slowed from crashing waves to a mere loving trickle of water. Her body hardened in pleasure as the teal liquid swept in to gently kiss her feet. An elegant smile formed across her black lips and she reminisced of the simple pleasures in life. A subtle breath escaped her lips like an angel sighing as her eyes lids fell across her adoring gaze. Her ears flattened upon her head, as her body glowed with absolute felicity. The female lowered her body so that her undersides could lay flat against the glistening sands, engulfed in its amenity. Her tail lay were it had fell to rest, as a unknown calm embraced her being. Oh, sweet ecstasy.
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