Post by Magick on Aug 8, 2006 13:02:40 GMT -5
Kamaria
Female
Four Years Old
Mateless and Pupless
Female
Four Years Old
Mateless and Pupless
'It's not you it's...actually, it is you.'
'Nothing lasts forever, babe. That's just a hard fact of life.'
'Love? If there's such a thing, why hasn't it ever touched me? Or even glanced in my direction?'
'If I'm going to Hell, I'll be glad- at least I won't have to see you again.'
'Nothing lasts forever, babe. That's just a hard fact of life.'
'Love? If there's such a thing, why hasn't it ever touched me? Or even glanced in my direction?'
'If I'm going to Hell, I'll be glad- at least I won't have to see you again.'
Soft, gentle and caring. Thats exactly the opposite of Kamaria. Her name might sound like spun silk, and her voice might be similar to that, but her personality is far from silky. Cold, hateful, and uncaring of the feelings of others, Kamaria has been a lone wolf for a long time, and not neccessarily because she wants to. Her body might be covered with fur, but her heart is not. Fragile and weak- that is a description of her heart. As a pup, she was timid and skittish; seemingly destined to become nothing more than the Omega of her pack. When the wolves closest to her broke her trust, and her heart, she left the pack without looking back, and every time she thought of what had happened, another part of her heart was torn away, flung aside. She vowed, just a year and a half old at the time, to never let anyone close to her heart again. And she did just that, breaking several hearts as she went, sometimes even letting others think they'd gotten close, then just plain giving them the cold shoulder. She has not, as of yet, told a soul about what made her personality change from such a timid, easily-scared pup to a cold, distant adult, and its doubtful that she ever will.
As far as looks go, Kamaria could be considered by some to be nothing much more than an ordinary, dark-brown coloured wolf, albeit one with a beige muzzle and a beige tip to her silky tail. Silky is a good word to describe her fur, though; soft and delicate, each hair seeming to melt into the one beside it, her fur looking quite like honey- albeit a darkly-coloured honey. Her eyes are soft and vunerable-looking; dark green in colour, with hints of a paler shade. Her figure as a whole is slender and beautiful, her dark eyes and fur melding together to form a picture of dark beauty, though the loneliness and vunerability in her eyes is clear for all to see. She wants nothing more, it is obvious, to be able to trust again, but she has had her heart closed to all and sundry for so long that she doesn't trust anyone anymore. It would take someone special to earn that trust, someone special indeed.
As far as looks go, Kamaria could be considered by some to be nothing much more than an ordinary, dark-brown coloured wolf, albeit one with a beige muzzle and a beige tip to her silky tail. Silky is a good word to describe her fur, though; soft and delicate, each hair seeming to melt into the one beside it, her fur looking quite like honey- albeit a darkly-coloured honey. Her eyes are soft and vunerable-looking; dark green in colour, with hints of a paler shade. Her figure as a whole is slender and beautiful, her dark eyes and fur melding together to form a picture of dark beauty, though the loneliness and vunerability in her eyes is clear for all to see. She wants nothing more, it is obvious, to be able to trust again, but she has had her heart closed to all and sundry for so long that she doesn't trust anyone anymore. It would take someone special to earn that trust, someone special indeed.