Post by Wolf on Apr 18, 2010 3:20:35 GMT -5
Wicca
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”Magic enriches the heart, fills the soul, and floods the earth around us.”[/b][/font]
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this is me in the flesh
,[/size][/b][/font]and you just get to stare,[/center][/color][/size][/b][/font]
[/size]NICKNAME(S): N/A, will accept most.
AGE: 3 1/2 years
GENDER: Female
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taste the sky,
and let me walk this earth,
[/color][/font][/b][/center]and let me walk this earth,
WEIGHT: 100 pounds
BUILD: Average
GENERAL:
Wicca is a female with varying brown patterns on her body. Her cheeks, belly, and the backs of her legs are lighter, an almost white color, and fade into a very slightly darker tan near the mid-section of her leg. The fronts of her legs darken to a grayish brown, and her face darkens to a golden brown, with darker eyebrows, ears, muzzle marking, and lining around the edge of her face. She has large, gently rounded ears, made for superb hearing, and a semi-long muzzle, made for carrying out powerful snaps, bites, and tearing flesh from the bones of her prey. Her legs are long, but not extreme, and are nicely filled out, ending in a broad chest and back, which give her powerful lunges and attacks. Her best attacks are lunging, or jumping, and even rearing up and shooting forward, for her body is built for this kind of attack. She has a good, long tail, which gives her amazing balance while running. Her back is a deep golden brown mud color, like when gold paint, the sun, and mud all melt and combine into one, clear, fine liquid. The lower her fur gets, the lighter it gets, and the further up it gets, the richer, more golden-like it gets. Her fur is long and lustrious, a beautiful cloak, made for cold winters and hot summers, and for getting wet. Her body is compact, but heavy, so she can run fast, fight well, and is an all around powerful, well rounded beast.[/ul]
thoughts that make me go insane
,[/size][/color][/font][/font]but make me who I am,[/center][/size][/b][/color][/font]
PERSONALITY:[/blockquote][/font]Wicca matches her name perfectly, for it means witchcraft. It is the name for her, as she is an illusionist, and yet very charismatic. She is an expert at grabbing someone's attention, amazingly experienced in keeping that attention, and terrible at letting it go. She is easily made jealous, though just as easily becomes proud, for she knows that she is no dope. She is a hard studier when something interests her, such as when she first learned of lying. A few years, and now she can lie to almost anyone, and almost always gets away with it without being caught or suspected. But the few times she was caught, rumors got around, and now many think of her as the illusionist, or the liar. But she has a gentle heart, and was never known to want to hurt others. When she lies, it is only because she believes it either, a) necessary, or b) not affecting others. She has a soft spot for little ones, and for those who are hurt or wounded either physically or mentally, and will go out of her way to try and help them recover. She isn't a Healer, but she does her best. When she makes a promise, it is never broken, that is one thing she never lies about.
LIKES:( At least 3 )
• Pups
• Peaceful Conversations
• A Good Argument
DISLIKES:( At least 3)
• Cruelty
• Slavery
• Challengers
all over my shoulder,
[/color]but it keeps coming back to haunt me,[/b][/font][/color][/center][/size]
SIBLINGS: A brother and sister, though they disappeared, and she hasn't seen them for two and a half years.
OTHER: Her name, Wicca, means witchcraft, or magic.
HISTORY:
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Wicca and her siblings were born outside of the known Dachau Packs, though her parents were found soon after her birth, and the hierarchies didn't like that there were wolves who were still being loners, living the old way, even though they were here to help now, and so they forced them into the packs. Her mother came to the Dachau area, but her father was taken into slavery in a neighboring country, and her mother soon died of depression, when Wicca was only a year old. Her brother and sister soon disappeared after that, and Wicca has never seen them since.
Wicca herself continued onward, learning the new ways easily because of her young age, and only rarely mourned over her parents. She barely remembered her father, and her mother's death had been her mother's problem. This new life wasn't bad; it was fun!
She fell in love with an Alpha, but he didn't love her, and she lost a challenge from the Alpha's mate, so she was forbidden to reenter the territory. She left, tail between her legs, and quickly learned the art of flirting, which is now one of her almost instinctual habits. She does it almost automatically, unless the male has a mate there, or she doesn't really like him at all.
She has also suffered from anger issues since her mother's death, and brief bouts of depression, but they never last. Now she has found a new pack, and must wait to see if the Alpha pair will accept her or not...
we go over it again and again,
[/color]and it never seems to change,[/color][/b][/font][/center]
Wicca trotted along the river bank, head held low as she sniffed the ground. The male had been here recently, along with that dark female. They must have been patrolling.[/ul]
She was surprised they hadn't smelt her, and she shook her head at their ignorance. Maybe she didn't really want to join this pack! They seemed pretty stupid so far!
But she ignored this feeling, and continued on. A sparrow, all that was left was a few white bones. Soon the sun would bleach them, sucking the color from the bone, and the insects the meat and flesh, and other birds and small animals would carry away the mess of feathers for their nests and dens, and maybe even for their young to play with. Then the bones themselves would become the play toy for some random pup or two that wandered across them...
Or maybe not. She didn't smell any wolves younger then a year here, and so maybe the pups weren't taken for walks, like how her parents had always done. As usual, the thought of her parents brought back an odd wave combination of emotion; anger at her mother for giving up. Sorrow because her dad was a slave. Her siblings were missing. And fond memories of her puphood, growing up in the Old Way. Then she had learned the New Way. It was so much better! The four wolves took care of problems, so she could just have fun. True freedom, she thought happily.
Up ahead the scent grew stronger, and through the bushes there was a flash of the white male's fur. The Alpha. Time to see if she was to be accepted...
