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Post by xxFortuitist on Jun 5, 2009 0:53:19 GMT -8
;;forename; Do call her Karma
;;maturity; Somewhere in the three year old range, though who really has time to keep up with such things?
;;sexual category; Hoping to still be a female
;;class; Curses and spite to those not Mexican wolf as she.
;;Desired Pack; Oh dear…Karma doesn’t really know what she desires. I suppose she could try to adhere to the Ebire pack for a while, though that Cestos land looks enticing if they decide they do not want her.
;;manifestation: Well well, you ask about dear Karma? She is quite an unembellished little she wolf if you were to ask my opinion. She can groom herself for days and never get her fur to behave in any kind of fashion. It really is a pity. In addition, this said fur is so unattractive. A dirty tan is her foundation while black, cream, and ginger attempt to press some appeal upon her. Surely this combination could bring some allure, but sadly, cream acts as leggings. If only you knew how troublesome it is to keep such coloration in pristine condition, so she has simply given up trying. Mud is now the primary color below her shoulder blades over ninety percent of the time.
Enough disparagements about her coats shortcomings, she has enough of that in height. In the most elementary of words, she is tiny. Karma barely reaches twenty seven inches at the shoulders. As she was once told, she is all leg, they being longer than her stature may suggest. In addition, she has little to worry about when told to carry her own weight, as she doesn’t have much to hold in comparison to her brethren. Barely hitting the sixty-two mark, most would take her down two pounds for the sheer burden of her pelt. Lest we make her sound useless, she can contribute something with the next to nothing mass she carries. Though endurance is lacking with such lanky limbs, she is able to move herself if need be. However, getting her in the mood to move is quite another story altogether.
One thing you may notice about her is her eyes. Like her body, they are a mix of brown, light to dark, and specks of black. Often, these eyes can be found staring blankly. Either deep in contemplation, but the more likely option, lost in thoughts of her own world
;;individuality: Oh must you ask this? Very well then dear, I’ll tell you what I need. If you must know forthright, Karma is the kind of girl you’d expect to be put down or excommunicated from any sort of civil society. Blunt, perhaps, but true to the T. Talk to her once and you will see my meaning. Her speech itself should be your first hint. More often than not, her words will get jumbled in the strangest ways. Perhaps you’ll hear a slip of meaning, using the wrong words in conversations. Even conversations with her own being are not unusual. Oh, and I don’t mean simple sentences, but entire conversations with herself are a common happening.
If you manage to endure the initial meeting, I have pity on the soul who tries to live with her. She is not a mean wolf, far from it, but often her ambitions are misguided and evil can come from an attempted good deed. You may also notice the lack of attention she has. Boredom or a sudden movement can turn her from an ally to a useless lump in moments. She’s never had real loyalties to anyone, even herself. Karma is too unpredictable to be lumped with anyone to long. All together, it’s impossible to not discern that perhaps, not all is right within that unreadable mind of hers.
;;narration: Will try to get one up soon ^_^ Optional, though it is always more interesting to know the history, we get a better grasp of who your character is. Nothing cliche' please!
;;paradigm: Fluent pandemonium. Her entire being was thrown into a state of bewilderment. An occurrence such as this was rare in itself, but to throw her into a tumult like this was unheard of. Feelings of odium, alarm, and exposure mixed into a concoction that was deadly to any unfortunate enough to taste its venom. It writhed its way through her mind, taking control of both physical and mental capabilities, shutting them down. Her limbs failed her for a moment, causing a plummeting sensation. The ground just felt further and further away, taunting her, forcing her to feel the weightlessness that added to her discomfort. Still, this was nothing but sense. The darkest black prevented her from witnessing even the slightest fragment of light, of hope. Suddenly, the earth decided to pull her down faster, sensing the hard ground approaching quickly….
Thrashing herself off her side and on top of her shaking legs, Daiysha lay wide-eyed and panicked. An imageless dream, one that had pulled the childish feelings from the lowest crevices in her mind and amplified them to the highest degree, was all it was. She would have to continue to tell herself this lest she admit to herself that these feelings were not tampered with nor juvenile. These were the true feelings that had haunted her this past year. In all aspects, she was still nothing more than a pup just learning about the world, but she dared someone to bring this fact to the surface. A cold, indifferent feeling crept up her spine, trying to reinstate the feelings from her dreams back into her waking mind. A brusque snap of her canines released a assuring antidote to the bane that was trying to drive her mad.
To momentarily liberate herself of these demons that dared haunt her, she took to her feet. The sky was buried in a mask of clouds, only peeking through a few eyeholes in certain areas, making it intricate to predict an accurate time of day, though she suspected it far past dawn. It wasn’t relevant. The time of day never truly matter when you were alone, unless you were looking for a certain type of prey. It was just an unneeded luxury. Of course, back in the place she called home, time was the core of most everything. Time for a ritual, time for a hunt, time for the males to become beasts of despair. Her head used to swim as she memorized these times that occurred systematically. Acceptance, that was the reason for such action. Now she realized how foolish such things were. If only they could see how they were being deceived. The Brothers still chased the moon and sun, even if she didn’t stop to thank them daily. Gullibility…
Still yet, even if the time was not an issue, her body was. It was telling her to reposition herself closer to a source of water and food if feasible. In response, she let her paws move whichever way they wished. Her nose was the navigation she placed her life on. She followed, letting her ears and eyes be free to search for menaces. In a place as friendly, one wouldn’t expect a danger to present itself, but she of anyone would know better than to judge straightforwardly. Doing so would lead to a loss of limb or life. An satirical air came about her as she thought of the many times she’d been removed from a hazardous situation due to a effortless look of innocence. It was an valuable tactic for someone like her. Being a femme brought dangers in its own right, but she was considered the smallest in the litter and even today she was petite. The idea of her getting into a serious disturbance was ridiculous, though not utterly out of the question.
Taking her mind from thoughts of fighting and other distasteful subjects, Daiysha turned off the path she had been creating towards to scent of water. The sound of the small stream was a sinuous song that played through her mind and removed all traces of torment, leaving a trail of serenity in its wake. The saccharine liquid flowed over her tongue, cleansing the dry taste of melancholy away for a novel start on the day. Perhaps, this place was as satisfying as the cover had suggested. The dream was forced down to the darker areas of her mind, leaving her free of it’s grip. Though the day was young for her, she expected no misfortune. Yet something was bothering her. A scent, no more than an annoyance itching on the side of her muzzle, but gradually growing to an stark displeasure. It was the scent of another, one she needed to find before she was found by them.
Tracing the impressions she had stumbled upon after some ineffective searching, she pulled short of the figure. A male no less, the sex she had hoped to avoid. She hadn’t an idea of who he was, or his rank within these lands. There wasn’t the slightest want for a pack within her, but neither was the anger of an entire group upon her. Taking a breath, she put on her façade. Cerulean eyes turned to liquid rather than unbreakable stones as her body language took a relaxed tone. She had played this part so many times before. The femme fatale. Until she knew why a male would be out here by himself was beyond her, but she would find out soon enough. If things went south, her legs would have to get her out quick. Then again perhaps he was a gentleman would wouldn’t mind an intruder and a pleasing chat. Oh how she doubted that…
“Am I intruding on something?” Her voice was softened, quiet. Now was not the time to be snappish. Perchance he should be offensive to her, then she would show the bite of her words. The feelings that had caused her so much distress this morning slowly began to seep into her bones at this thought, causing and unremarkable shudder. Mentally, she chided herself. Instinctually, social interactions were desired, but personally, she would rather do without.
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