Post by *Prowling Menace of Glory~ on Nov 12, 2006 17:53:43 GMT -5
>Her parents christened her<
Mistfire
>Time passed since birth<
one year
>She was born<
Female
>Her bloodline shows<
Canis lupus arctos
>She walks the path of a<
Loner
>Her features are forever<
Her pelt is purest white, with long thick fur. She has lavender eyes that can show any emotion with the slightest change.
>she presents herself<
Most would call her quite sharp-tongued, and they would be right. Mistfire has a bit of a temper, and enjoys the company of no one. Well, except a few wolves.
>The happenings of her past<
Mistfire escaped from a laboratory where she and many other animals were being tested on. This is the cause of her lavender eyes. She has traveled a very long way, and is presumed dead by her former captures. She has only just arrived at the pack land, and intends to stay hidden for a while.
>The present life<
Mistfire padded along through the powdery snow. There had been much dry snow that year, and the white powder was as easy to wade through as water. Blending in perfectly to the surrounding white, Mistfire slowly sneak up on the dear she was hunting. She raced toward it, driving it into a ravine. She cornered the poor beast, knocking it over. Just before the animals death, she preformed the ancient ritual of lochynvyr. Then she killed the dear, and feasted.
Mistfire
>Time passed since birth<
one year
>She was born<
Female
>Her bloodline shows<
Canis lupus arctos
>She walks the path of a<
Loner
>Her features are forever<
Her pelt is purest white, with long thick fur. She has lavender eyes that can show any emotion with the slightest change.
>she presents herself<
Most would call her quite sharp-tongued, and they would be right. Mistfire has a bit of a temper, and enjoys the company of no one. Well, except a few wolves.
>The happenings of her past<
Mistfire escaped from a laboratory where she and many other animals were being tested on. This is the cause of her lavender eyes. She has traveled a very long way, and is presumed dead by her former captures. She has only just arrived at the pack land, and intends to stay hidden for a while.
>The present life<
Mistfire padded along through the powdery snow. There had been much dry snow that year, and the white powder was as easy to wade through as water. Blending in perfectly to the surrounding white, Mistfire slowly sneak up on the dear she was hunting. She raced toward it, driving it into a ravine. She cornered the poor beast, knocking it over. Just before the animals death, she preformed the ancient ritual of lochynvyr. Then she killed the dear, and feasted.
