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Post by E M D E M A Y » on Apr 14, 2009 9:22:47 GMT
welcome to the world of wolves[/center]
Your Name/Alias :: Chip
Your Characters :: Thirteen & Genesis
Where did you find us? :: co-creator, skin maker!
and freefall into the abyss below
Name :: "Darling, you may call me Emdemay, as that is my name. Pronounced like the letters MDMA"
Alias :: "Em is a common one, but ecstasy also crops up at times of need. I am just that addictive I guess."
Age :: "You know, it is rude to ask a lady's age. I have been here for twenty eight years, born in autumn."
Gender :: "Now you are really starting to annoy me darling. If you cannot see I am a proud female..."
Element :: "Oh, do not tell me, do the colours not tell you darling? I lurk with the burning Poison wolves."
Pack :: "Those three packs are not worth my time, I cannot be bothered with them, so I roam the world alone."
Rank :: "Ha! In the outskirts and the free-lands, we have no need for ranks as we are not one being like Packs are."just let yourself go with the flow
Appearance ::
Standing proud at one meter in height, Emdemay is not a wolf to be messed with. Sure, her species is known for their overly long and slender legs, but you wouldn’t want to fight her. Beneath the frail and fragile façade, she could easily leave a nasty scar with one kick of her legs or swipe of a paw. Still, fighting fair like that is not something she likes to do, not at all. Her legs are more for striding and swaying, not fighting. The rest of her body is not as sickly. She is very well proportioned, hardly any bones visible in her walking or at a stand-still. She takes the upmost pride in her appearance.
Nothing unusual in her appearance, she has the typical angular muzzle, the large round ears and the long fox-like tail. Typically, her eyesight is much better during the night-time when she prefers to hunt and be alone. Still, she hardly ever misses a target when aggravated. The only unique thing about her is the tongue resting inside her mouth. It is considerably slimmer and longer than what is expected of her breed, and is very much like a snake; good for catching scents (along with her nose) and forked at the end. Of course, this has caused her to retain a slight lisp when speaking, something she easily gets around.
Now, onto her colours. Typical Maned Wolves are orange-red and black, with white here and there. That law does not apply to Emdemay. She has a very odd colouration to her coat, which she blames on her Element. Instead of orange-red, her overall colour is a faded deep purple. Flecks of white, grey and black run in various places, but she is mostly purple. Long black socks still cover her legs, as is normal in her species, and her tail is still close to white. The erectile mane running down her spine however is not black. Instead it is a murky green colour, with flecks of brighter green here and there. And finally, her eyes are a bi-coloured. The left one is a shimmering amethyst purple, whilst the right one is a shocking shade of bright green.
Personality ::
Sarcasm is one of Em’s favourite words. She just loves to be sarcastic. It's all she ever does really. She got it from her mother, seeing as her father was never there. All of her sentences seem to have a whisp of sarcasm involved. Most of the time, she doesn't actually mean it. Sure, she lies a lot, and twists the truth like crazy, but Emdemay doesn't thrive on sarcasm. The problem is, she has a wide vocabulary, making her seem more sarcastic than she really is. Many believe she lies and deceives others, but not all of the time. Sometimes she will, depending on her mood, but other times, she does actually want an intelligent conversation with someone, despite her hostility.
Emdemay isn't exactly the most trustworthy wolf to ever have walked. And that means she doesn't take kindly to others either. All relationships she has are hate-hate ones, but there are a few love-hates lingering around in her past and present life. Some loners are nothing more than just wolves to her, and she doesn’t really remember their names or anything. She prefers name-only relationships, things are less complicated for her that way if only names are exchanged. Occasionally, she will lash out for no reason at all, acid bubbling away in her mouth. It’s quite normal for her to do so, especially around other females. She thinks they are nothing more than sport and competition. Unless they are like-minded.
There is a reason for the sarcasm, the lies and deceit, the swaying body and what-not. Em likes nothing more than to taunt, tease and manipulate. Inside, she is a true sadomasochistic vixen. Luring males to her and taking what she can before fleeing into the night. Yes, she works best at night, she’s more alive then. Prey are her favourite things to torture. She loves making them squirm and squeal before taking their life. Slow and painful deaths are her favourite, but in times of boredom, she will just kill quickly to get it over with. Also, with her toxic glands, she has grown used to pain and actually has started to enjoy it. The feeling of her throat constantly burning makes her growl with pleasure most of the time. And, she isn’t scared of a dog-fight either. Pain in any form, she’ll take it happy. And give it back just as hard.
History ::
Born in autumn to a lone female Maned wolf, Em was never around her father at all. At first, her mother used to call her a freak accident, and her father nothing more than a donor. She never really wanted her pup at first, but she grew on her mother very quickly. As soon as she learnt to talk, her mother was captivated by the sickly sweet tone of her little ball of fur, later noticing the raspy bitterness inside. She was bitter-sweet, just like herself. Emdemay was never always purple and green either, apart from her eyes at least. No, her birth-coat was mostly monochrome; black, grey and white. With a few flicks of purple locked in around her eyes and green down her mane. Once or twice, the ‘donor’ would appear to visit his little girl, but was swiftly chased away by her mother. That was the first time she saw aggressive behaviour, and she wanted to be like that too. She wanted to be just like her mother.
As time wore on, she began to pick up little traits from her mother; small sarcastic phrases, the swagger and sway in her walk. By the time she was seven, her coat was taking on more colour, her two upper canines getting longer. And yet, her mother never noticed the lisp in her tone at all. That lisp was caused by another very odd and unique feature her daughter possessed; a snake-tongue. She taught her daughter more, noticing her interest in her own behaviour. She taught her how males lie and deceive just to get cheap kicks, and that she was to do the same to get her own back against them if such a thing happened to her. It never did, but Emdemay was very good at charming the males with her swagger and words. She was quite enchanting, even at such a young age.
Slipping into her teens, yet more colour came into her coat. Her mother was starting to become very ill, and was starting to hallucinate as well. One day, she attacked Em without warning. To her surprise, she wasn’t feeling pain in a bad way, she rather liked it so let her mother carry on. All of her scars became hidden under her coat. Soon after that attack, she went hunting. But, her stomach was burning and painful. Before lunging to kill, she stopped and coughed violently. Clear liquid ran out of her mouth, with a slightly green look to it. Burning away at the ground and grass; that was her first time using her acid. More pain, more pleasure. With a smirk on her face, she killed a rabbit instantly with her bite. After eating it, it bought no pleasure. So, she went after another. And that one, she let it die slowly, injecting only a small amount of venom. She watched it writhe and squirm for a long time before its death, enjoying every moment which passed her by.
That behaviour carried on into her life now. From her late tens into her current twenty-eight years of roaming, she has seduced and poisoned many a creature along her way, a few of the males no longer living past the passing of names.
Roleplay Sample ::Deep grey eyes gazed up to the sky, wondering what was beyond the delicate world she knew as 'home'. Perhaps there was a different world, one where the grasses were blue and the skies were yellow and orange. It was an odd thought, but anything was possible. After all, she had been growing much stronger, despite her illness. Her face was blank, no expression resting on her muzzle as a light sigh filtered past her closed lips. Tail was curled around her front paws, minding her rather long and sharp silver claws. The tip flicked occasionally as her thoughts wandered away from her. The cold didn’t both her at all, she loved it. Small wisps of white vapour curled out of her nostrils, eyes still gazing up at the sky. It was getting darker in the woods, but she didn’t mind. She was used to being in the dark; because she had been cooped in a cave for most of her life.
‘This is a nice night to actually be alive. I’d miss sights like this if I wasn’t around. I missed all of this while I was shut in that cave, I can’t believe it. I’m going to have to make up for lost time now. Still, part of me wonders where mom and dad have gone off too. I think I’ve lost them along the way or something, because I can’t even smell them anymore. Oh well, I’m free now, which is a change. So, I might as well get off my ass and see what’s around in this forest with its tall grass and trees. There better be something worthwhile here now.’
Flicking her ears, she lowered her head, looking into the grass which tickled at her chest. Smirking a little before letting her expressions fade, the maned wolf slowly rose to four paws. Stretching out her front legs, the deep grey female yawned, pink tongue falling out of her mouth for a moment. Sucking it in again, she stood upright, head turning a little to see what was around her. Noting really sparked interest in her as she took a closer look. Everything was rather…plain and boring, flowery in places. Rolling her eyes and sighing again, she gradually moved from her spot, pacing herself nicely as she walked through the grass. Heading towards a group of trees, her mind was lost in the song of sparrows and other flying-fowl as they chattered into the sunset. Long tail was in the air, tip curled in a little as she walked. It was a lovely night, she had to admit.
“Years...It's been so many years. Resenting the years and my heredity. Oh I have hated and loved you. I have hidden behind you, but I finally see...You, I've mistaken for destiny. But the truth is my legacy is not up to my genes. True, though the imprint is deep in me, it will always be up to me. Up to me…”
She sang quietly to herself as she walked, eyes closing as she did so. As her words faded into the dark of the night, eyes opened again as she looked over her shoulder, wondering why she had even come to the forest in the first place. It was very dark, not even the faint traces of moonlight could be seen through the thick canopy of leaves. It left her puzzled even more. Muttering something under her breath, the world was hard to see. She could just about make out the tree trunks, and weaved between them, getting deeper into the cold and dense forest before her.
‘I really shouldn’t be here, it is very dark and…well, anything could be lurking. No, I won’t be beaten by a little darkness!’
Slowing down to a stop, she lifted her head to the sky again. Still, nothing came into her line of view except black and a little bit of grey here and there. “What a darkly desolate forest this is. Perhaps…” Cut off in mid sentence as something scurried over the ground, a sharp growl escaped from her mouth, quickly followed by the ‘usual’ silence. Being an Omega was a lonely thing in retrospect, now she dwelled on it. Wandering on, she began to listen on to the silence.
Other ::
Heterosexual [will have random flings with anyone really]
Theme Song: If U Seek Amy - Britney Spears
