Post by Flamemoon on Jun 8, 2008 17:16:33 GMT -5
Nobody else has to do this, I just want everyone to know the full info on their Alpha Female:
General
Name: Flamemoon
Gender: Female
Species: Mackenzie Valley Wolf
Physical
Height: 34 inches
Length: 55 inches
Weight: fluctuates around 105
Coat Color: Pure white
Eye Color: Ice-Blue
Health Issues: None
Other Information: Beautiful Disaster;
Flamemoon is a foxlike beauty, enticing and shockingly pretty in demeanor. Her fur is snowy-white, marred only by discreet silver undertones. She is always dazzling with that flame that consumes from within. Her tail is bushy, although she doesn't keeps its fur groomed to its potential silky smooth texture. Each whisker and claw upon her visage looks as if it was carefully dipped in white ink. Her eyes are deep ice-blue as remnants of her beautiful mother, flecked with gold fading in around the irises. She is a little large for her breed, but with a lithe build. the size could be accounted to muscle mass and height. Her ears are carefully pointed, usually forward, and her long, dainty muzzle adds to her evilly angelic appearance. She looks that of a goddess or angel, so some say, although she is not perfect in looks according to many others. This though, is a complete lie. She is not perfect, neither is she a goddess. She is quick, sly, intelligent, and beautiful.
Mental
Mental Stability: Sane
History: To say she had an interesting past would be an understatement. From puphood, she was never the normal one of the group. There was always something...wrong with her. Flamemoon was the one who sat away from the bunch, glowering in the corner with a foul, beautiful smirk frozen on her maw as she looked off into the distance. She was always practicing alone, working with her hunting and fighting skills most of the time.
One of the few survivors of the massive war, she was led by the Light alpha into battle, angry at the Dark wolves for believing the foolish gibber of the wolf who started the whole battle.
She was also displeased when the Eta healed her wounds, one, because she was a Dark wolf, and two because she prefered to die in battle than to die of wounds out of battle, where you try to save your live and continue. Death comes to all, you have to accept it, and what greater honor can there be than dieing for your beliefs? Is her opinion on it.
The words of the Dark alphess made her feel sick, it was almost typical of them, yes they started the war, but some stories held true, the fact that they believed in peace and that wolves could live in harmony, and that she was also so important that every wolf had to listen to her words and believe them.
Never.
Flamemoon would never allign herself with the Dark wolves, she detested every waking moment she spent on their side, she would have preferred to live in the powerful Light lands, even if everyone she knew and loved were now gone.
And so, when all the wolves parted, she didn't hesitate to go back to the Light wolves, the single goal in her massacre-filled life was to eradicate all Dark wolves from the world.
Personality
There is nothing about her that may betray love, virtue, and friendship for the weak ones. In many ways, she is silent at times, only casting a smile that mockingly says, "I may be listening, but do I really hear it?" She has a sharp tongue, although her voice is melodic way that she has of speaking. It sounds angelic to the untrained ear. This is one wolf that is not to be trifled with. Respect is fleeting, and only for those who deserve it wholly. For those who get in her way, its best to watch where you step. It’s not like she doesn't have a heart. All animals have one of those. Though she doesn't express her feelings much she is very protective over the ones she loves and will never run away from a fight. Her likes are fighting, not-talking, blood, and...pups? It is true, she has a unnatural soft spot for pups she loves them dearly. With her love of pups comes her desperate plea for someone to love her, but this plea remains in her head.
General
Name: Flamemoon
Gender: Female
Species: Mackenzie Valley Wolf
Physical
Height: 34 inches
Length: 55 inches
Weight: fluctuates around 105
Coat Color: Pure white
Eye Color: Ice-Blue
Health Issues: None
Other Information: Beautiful Disaster;
Flamemoon is a foxlike beauty, enticing and shockingly pretty in demeanor. Her fur is snowy-white, marred only by discreet silver undertones. She is always dazzling with that flame that consumes from within. Her tail is bushy, although she doesn't keeps its fur groomed to its potential silky smooth texture. Each whisker and claw upon her visage looks as if it was carefully dipped in white ink. Her eyes are deep ice-blue as remnants of her beautiful mother, flecked with gold fading in around the irises. She is a little large for her breed, but with a lithe build. the size could be accounted to muscle mass and height. Her ears are carefully pointed, usually forward, and her long, dainty muzzle adds to her evilly angelic appearance. She looks that of a goddess or angel, so some say, although she is not perfect in looks according to many others. This though, is a complete lie. She is not perfect, neither is she a goddess. She is quick, sly, intelligent, and beautiful.
Mental
Mental Stability: Sane
History: To say she had an interesting past would be an understatement. From puphood, she was never the normal one of the group. There was always something...wrong with her. Flamemoon was the one who sat away from the bunch, glowering in the corner with a foul, beautiful smirk frozen on her maw as she looked off into the distance. She was always practicing alone, working with her hunting and fighting skills most of the time.
One of the few survivors of the massive war, she was led by the Light alpha into battle, angry at the Dark wolves for believing the foolish gibber of the wolf who started the whole battle.
She was also displeased when the Eta healed her wounds, one, because she was a Dark wolf, and two because she prefered to die in battle than to die of wounds out of battle, where you try to save your live and continue. Death comes to all, you have to accept it, and what greater honor can there be than dieing for your beliefs? Is her opinion on it.
The words of the Dark alphess made her feel sick, it was almost typical of them, yes they started the war, but some stories held true, the fact that they believed in peace and that wolves could live in harmony, and that she was also so important that every wolf had to listen to her words and believe them.
Never.
Flamemoon would never allign herself with the Dark wolves, she detested every waking moment she spent on their side, she would have preferred to live in the powerful Light lands, even if everyone she knew and loved were now gone.
And so, when all the wolves parted, she didn't hesitate to go back to the Light wolves, the single goal in her massacre-filled life was to eradicate all Dark wolves from the world.
Personality
There is nothing about her that may betray love, virtue, and friendship for the weak ones. In many ways, she is silent at times, only casting a smile that mockingly says, "I may be listening, but do I really hear it?" She has a sharp tongue, although her voice is melodic way that she has of speaking. It sounds angelic to the untrained ear. This is one wolf that is not to be trifled with. Respect is fleeting, and only for those who deserve it wholly. For those who get in her way, its best to watch where you step. It’s not like she doesn't have a heart. All animals have one of those. Though she doesn't express her feelings much she is very protective over the ones she loves and will never run away from a fight. Her likes are fighting, not-talking, blood, and...pups? It is true, she has a unnatural soft spot for pups she loves them dearly. With her love of pups comes her desperate plea for someone to love her, but this plea remains in her head.
thanks. it took forever to make. Lol
