Post by blade on Jun 10, 2008 23:39:31 GMT -5
Name-Don't Know
Pelt-Misty gray and white
Eyes-Pale azure
Gender-She-wolf
Blackblood Rogue
Rank-Apprentice or young Warrior
Picture-
Description-She has a slight figure, more lengthy and slender then most wolves, perfect when slipping through the narrow spaces between pine-trees. Her body is streamlined for stealth and speed, though she can fight quite well, even in enclosed spaces. Large tufted ears aid her when listening for enemies and hunting down caribou and Jackrabbits. With a strong sense of smell, she can tell if a stranger has entered her territory from 1.75 feet away at least. She can locate prey by smell and touch alone. Her eyesight is superb, much clearer then a dog's vision or a felines. She can see color, like most wolves, but is attracted to movement more.
Her pelt is soft, with a texture associated with regular gray wolf fur. She has the normal guard hairs and waterproof fur, but her pelt is made specifically for the cold. Slippery when wet, few can grasp her thick, fluffy pelt. With quite long hairs and tightly bunched follicles, heat never seems to escape. Strangely enough, her skin underneath is charcoal black, absorbing warmth like a copper wire.
She has a pale white, almost translucent undercoat, spreading to even the awn hairs. Tipped with silver like a burmilla, she bears an uncanny resemblance to the feline breed. With ears more akin to a fox, it is no wonder that some think her unnatural. Darker shades of gray and black covering the bright dazzling white in small areas, cultivate a ghost-like appearance. Thinner fur surrounds her eyelids, insulating them from the bitter harsh winds.
Her eyes are round, with the traditional slant all wolves seem to possess. A milky hue, some might think her blind until she turns her scrutinizing gaze.
History-The wilds beyond the territories are her home, she knows it better then her own paws.
"You are nothing. The cruel voice taunted. "The last descendant of your kind, less then alive, insubstantial as water vapor, the shadow's shadow. Watching everything, but never seen. The old Starpaws is gone." , "I am Illusion", she whispered.
Not Done!
Pelt-Misty gray and white
Eyes-Pale azure
Gender-She-wolf
Blackblood Rogue
Rank-Apprentice or young Warrior
Picture-
Description-She has a slight figure, more lengthy and slender then most wolves, perfect when slipping through the narrow spaces between pine-trees. Her body is streamlined for stealth and speed, though she can fight quite well, even in enclosed spaces. Large tufted ears aid her when listening for enemies and hunting down caribou and Jackrabbits. With a strong sense of smell, she can tell if a stranger has entered her territory from 1.75 feet away at least. She can locate prey by smell and touch alone. Her eyesight is superb, much clearer then a dog's vision or a felines. She can see color, like most wolves, but is attracted to movement more.
Her pelt is soft, with a texture associated with regular gray wolf fur. She has the normal guard hairs and waterproof fur, but her pelt is made specifically for the cold. Slippery when wet, few can grasp her thick, fluffy pelt. With quite long hairs and tightly bunched follicles, heat never seems to escape. Strangely enough, her skin underneath is charcoal black, absorbing warmth like a copper wire.
She has a pale white, almost translucent undercoat, spreading to even the awn hairs. Tipped with silver like a burmilla, she bears an uncanny resemblance to the feline breed. With ears more akin to a fox, it is no wonder that some think her unnatural. Darker shades of gray and black covering the bright dazzling white in small areas, cultivate a ghost-like appearance. Thinner fur surrounds her eyelids, insulating them from the bitter harsh winds.
Her eyes are round, with the traditional slant all wolves seem to possess. A milky hue, some might think her blind until she turns her scrutinizing gaze.
History-The wilds beyond the territories are her home, she knows it better then her own paws.
"You are nothing. The cruel voice taunted. "The last descendant of your kind, less then alive, insubstantial as water vapor, the shadow's shadow. Watching everything, but never seen. The old Starpaws is gone." , "I am Illusion", she whispered.
Not Done!