Post by Magick on Aug 8, 2006 14:09:00 GMT -5
Kerryn
Female
Three Years Old
Mateless and Pupless
Female
Three Years Old
Mateless and Pupless
'Deal with it, and move on.'
'Excuse me? Who gave you permission to live?'
'It's just the way I am, babe. Nothing personal.'
'Excuse me? Who gave you permission to live?'
'It's just the way I am, babe. Nothing personal.'
Kerryn is very much so a wild-spirit. She is a perfect example of everything being a lone wolf should represent; she's sarcastic, amusing, fun-loving, flirty, and, although she doesn't like it, she's also lonely. She desires companionship, to be alone no longer. Ever since she left her birthing pack a year and a half ago, she's been roaming around different packs, a song in her heart and a spring in her step. But she's a natural mischief-maker, and every Alpha and Alphess can see this, so she is always getting turned away, either asked or plain ordered to leave the terrain. Dealing with it accordingly, she leaves as she is asked or ordered to, merely freeing herself of the illusion of being in that pack, and shifting her dreams, her desires, her passions onto the next pack. She's developed a name as a loner, and now most Alphas and Alphesses wouldn't give her the time of day to explain herself, and to ask to join the pack. Thankfully she's restless, a prowling pillar of limitless energy- otherwise, she would have given up on finding a pack after the first ten rejections, and would have simply resigned herself to her fate to be a loner for all eternity. The reason she left her birthing pack in the first place? She needed to get out- just to get away from the wolves of whom had been the center of her universe since puphood; to break free of their rules and restrictions, of their reprimanding voices and condensing tones. She hoped that, if she ever makes it to a new pack, that they are not like her one and only pack- the pack she left a year ago, in search of a better pack, a better life. But, for all that she is, she is also naiive, and gentle- yet she has not, as of yet, been taken advantage of- much to her relief.
Looks-wise, she's pretty spectacular, too. Tall and slim, with soft, silky light-cream fur, her arctic-wolf genes are evident, which, strangely, seems to make other females all the more hateful of her. The only change to the seemingly-endless light-honey coloured fur is her dark-cream muzzle, and her left forpaw, which is a dark-cream shade also; both traits inherited from her father. Her eyes are soft yet hard, vunerable yet capable, and powerful yet defenceless, all at the same time. They are the colour of summer skies, of perfect, clear water, with hints of ruby red creeping into the corners. She moves with an almost feline elegance, her cream tail sailing high behind her, a constant, soft smile adorning her muzzle. Her paws touch the ground with such a controlled tenderness that she barely leaves a pawprint in her wake, and her swift speed is matched by almost none.
Looks-wise, she's pretty spectacular, too. Tall and slim, with soft, silky light-cream fur, her arctic-wolf genes are evident, which, strangely, seems to make other females all the more hateful of her. The only change to the seemingly-endless light-honey coloured fur is her dark-cream muzzle, and her left forpaw, which is a dark-cream shade also; both traits inherited from her father. Her eyes are soft yet hard, vunerable yet capable, and powerful yet defenceless, all at the same time. They are the colour of summer skies, of perfect, clear water, with hints of ruby red creeping into the corners. She moves with an almost feline elegance, her cream tail sailing high behind her, a constant, soft smile adorning her muzzle. Her paws touch the ground with such a controlled tenderness that she barely leaves a pawprint in her wake, and her swift speed is matched by almost none.
