Post by Won on Apr 2, 2010 21:53:28 GMT -5
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name » won.
nicks » none.
GENDER » female
definition when used as a noun » to win, to dwell; abide; stay.
definition when used as a verb » to finish first; to succeed by striving or effort; to gain the victory of.
bloodline » dire wolf
dob » feb 3. (she ages on the 3rd of every month. she will turn two on the 3rd of april.)
creators » adelle & warground. (both have been missing & considered dead)
sibling rank » first born.
kinfolk » transmission, audree, & baton (all missing & considered dead)
pack » NONE. (not generally interested in joining any packs.)
pack ranking » loner status.
pack duties » ----.
pack mates » ----.
height & weight » average for a yearling.
desire/court/mate » loner status.
children » --
trusted » --
liked » --
known » --
personality » Little miss wonderful; the mother bear of her litter, and potentially, - the pack. As a child, Won will prove to be the most innocent, only showing her aggressive side towards fellow children, and litter mates but only when upset, annoyed, or simply just sleepy. Won is an extremist, when it comes with her emotions and how she feels towards fellow canines, especially those whom are related to, or within her social gathering. If she cares about you, she will care about you to the extreme, and will do what it takes to make sure that you're doing okay. If she's protective over you, it means that you're considered important to her, and she will protect you to the fullest. There's no between with her; either she likes you, or she doesn't - and trust me, she will make her opinion of you known, if you like it, - impressing others just isn't her thing, nor will it ever be. However, if she is to ever meet one of the opposite sex that she likes, Won will become shy, and stutter when speaking; the only other time anyone will ever hear her stutter is when she's completely confused, and in those cases, she will perform the 'defensive' body language. Her ears will fold back, and she will often submit to show her case. Etc, etc.
ROLEPLAY POSTS »
A. Won roamed the open plains of yellowstone, not generally caring too too much about the lands she crossed, or the territoral boundary lines she broke. Yellowstone was her home now - not just a part of it, but the entire park, and it was time to explore! To set off, and meet new wolves; to create alliances - but before she would set of to find the deepest, darkest plains of Yellowstone, the young wolf decided she'd stop by Blackwood's former territory. It would hurt too much to see what's been done with the place. The tricolored princess arrived on time, watching the grayscaled, heavily pregnant wolf introduce herself to someone within the pack. She took a few steps into the territory, ears and tail down; everything about her body posture said/read 'submissive.' The very last thing she'd need is to offend this pack in any way. "Hello!" Her eyes lightened up a bit, as her tail gave a little wag. "I'm Won!" She chirped in, nodding towards the pregnant girl, but also keeping her distance. Stress could kill pups, and she didn't want to see the mothertobe to lose her children. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Ellesmera!" She stook a step back or two. "I was in the area, and heard you introduce your name to someone, so please.. dont think I mean any harm. I used to live here, you know. It's just the place to raise children." She nodded towards the female's stomach, allowing a small smile to creep across her features.
B. Mistreat shifted her weight uneasily, hurrying through the forest, towards her destination of the unknown. Swifty, she ran; swifty following her nose as this canine darted in and out of the trees and shrubs of the forest, until she came upon a lone yearling coyote. Though unknown to him, this coyote was this wolf's dinner. Her meal ticket to the night, and possibly (assuming she planned right), the week. The larger canine; the wolf, crouched down low, muscles tightening as eyes narrowed, targetting her kill. She eased forward, pressing lips together, inhaling deep. wait for it, wait for it. The coyote, being distracted with something else, glanced off - into the opposite direction. One very fatal mistake for the coyote; one very lucky chance for the wolf. The shewolf eased forward, slow at first - though gaining some speed as she eased her way along the edges of the forest, and finally, the wolf came within reach to snap her canines at the smaller canine. The coyote, though sly and slick, was caught off guard by the sudden attack. Falling to the ground, the smaller coyote makes his exit just beneath the wolf, running into the opposite direction & abandoning his kill. Though hungry, and straving for something to eat, the larger canine remains with the abandoned kill, and carries it off, towards the clearing. Once there, the wolf checks over her kill, debating whether or not the stag is in good enough condition to present to a pack; the life of a loner would go far better with alliances, and the first pack to alliance with would be the largest of the national park - and that pack, of course, was Millennium. After later deciding that the stag would do for an alliance gift, the shewolf set off towards the den of Millennium. Upon her arrival, however, the kill was abandoned along the sidelines of the riverbank, to submit towards the pack - to show that she came strickly on business; to show that she had not come with the intentions to harm. "Greetings, wolves of Millennium." She would whisper, though just loud enough for those surrounding wolves to hear, though still not moving from her submissive posture. "I come with the intentions of an alliance." She went on to say, eliminating all and any questions the alphas might have. "I come with the kill of a stag,.." She paused, allowing her tail to slap against the ground, "pointing" towards her kill. ".. a stag that I have found within the clunches of the forest. However, if you would perfer that I hunt something down myself, please let me know and I shall do so." She continued on to say, keeping her eyes strickly on the ground. "My name is Ranger; it's a pleasure to meet you all." And with that, the shewolf fell silent, waiting for any sort of response.
FURCADIA CONTACTS » Won. Edicius. Mistreat. Jubaku.
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name » won.
nicks » none.
GENDER » female
definition when used as a noun » to win, to dwell; abide; stay.
definition when used as a verb » to finish first; to succeed by striving or effort; to gain the victory of.
bloodline » dire wolf
dob » feb 3. (she ages on the 3rd of every month. she will turn two on the 3rd of april.)
creators » adelle & warground. (both have been missing & considered dead)
sibling rank » first born.
kinfolk » transmission, audree, & baton (all missing & considered dead)
pack » NONE. (not generally interested in joining any packs.)
pack ranking » loner status.
pack duties » ----.
pack mates » ----.
height & weight » average for a yearling.
desire/court/mate » loner status.
children » --
trusted » --
liked » --
known » --
personality » Little miss wonderful; the mother bear of her litter, and potentially, - the pack. As a child, Won will prove to be the most innocent, only showing her aggressive side towards fellow children, and litter mates but only when upset, annoyed, or simply just sleepy. Won is an extremist, when it comes with her emotions and how she feels towards fellow canines, especially those whom are related to, or within her social gathering. If she cares about you, she will care about you to the extreme, and will do what it takes to make sure that you're doing okay. If she's protective over you, it means that you're considered important to her, and she will protect you to the fullest. There's no between with her; either she likes you, or she doesn't - and trust me, she will make her opinion of you known, if you like it, - impressing others just isn't her thing, nor will it ever be. However, if she is to ever meet one of the opposite sex that she likes, Won will become shy, and stutter when speaking; the only other time anyone will ever hear her stutter is when she's completely confused, and in those cases, she will perform the 'defensive' body language. Her ears will fold back, and she will often submit to show her case. Etc, etc.
ROLEPLAY POSTS »
A. Won roamed the open plains of yellowstone, not generally caring too too much about the lands she crossed, or the territoral boundary lines she broke. Yellowstone was her home now - not just a part of it, but the entire park, and it was time to explore! To set off, and meet new wolves; to create alliances - but before she would set of to find the deepest, darkest plains of Yellowstone, the young wolf decided she'd stop by Blackwood's former territory. It would hurt too much to see what's been done with the place. The tricolored princess arrived on time, watching the grayscaled, heavily pregnant wolf introduce herself to someone within the pack. She took a few steps into the territory, ears and tail down; everything about her body posture said/read 'submissive.' The very last thing she'd need is to offend this pack in any way. "Hello!" Her eyes lightened up a bit, as her tail gave a little wag. "I'm Won!" She chirped in, nodding towards the pregnant girl, but also keeping her distance. Stress could kill pups, and she didn't want to see the mothertobe to lose her children. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Ellesmera!" She stook a step back or two. "I was in the area, and heard you introduce your name to someone, so please.. dont think I mean any harm. I used to live here, you know. It's just the place to raise children." She nodded towards the female's stomach, allowing a small smile to creep across her features.
B. Mistreat shifted her weight uneasily, hurrying through the forest, towards her destination of the unknown. Swifty, she ran; swifty following her nose as this canine darted in and out of the trees and shrubs of the forest, until she came upon a lone yearling coyote. Though unknown to him, this coyote was this wolf's dinner. Her meal ticket to the night, and possibly (assuming she planned right), the week. The larger canine; the wolf, crouched down low, muscles tightening as eyes narrowed, targetting her kill. She eased forward, pressing lips together, inhaling deep. wait for it, wait for it. The coyote, being distracted with something else, glanced off - into the opposite direction. One very fatal mistake for the coyote; one very lucky chance for the wolf. The shewolf eased forward, slow at first - though gaining some speed as she eased her way along the edges of the forest, and finally, the wolf came within reach to snap her canines at the smaller canine. The coyote, though sly and slick, was caught off guard by the sudden attack. Falling to the ground, the smaller coyote makes his exit just beneath the wolf, running into the opposite direction & abandoning his kill. Though hungry, and straving for something to eat, the larger canine remains with the abandoned kill, and carries it off, towards the clearing. Once there, the wolf checks over her kill, debating whether or not the stag is in good enough condition to present to a pack; the life of a loner would go far better with alliances, and the first pack to alliance with would be the largest of the national park - and that pack, of course, was Millennium. After later deciding that the stag would do for an alliance gift, the shewolf set off towards the den of Millennium. Upon her arrival, however, the kill was abandoned along the sidelines of the riverbank, to submit towards the pack - to show that she came strickly on business; to show that she had not come with the intentions to harm. "Greetings, wolves of Millennium." She would whisper, though just loud enough for those surrounding wolves to hear, though still not moving from her submissive posture. "I come with the intentions of an alliance." She went on to say, eliminating all and any questions the alphas might have. "I come with the kill of a stag,.." She paused, allowing her tail to slap against the ground, "pointing" towards her kill. ".. a stag that I have found within the clunches of the forest. However, if you would perfer that I hunt something down myself, please let me know and I shall do so." She continued on to say, keeping her eyes strickly on the ground. "My name is Ranger; it's a pleasure to meet you all." And with that, the shewolf fell silent, waiting for any sort of response.
FURCADIA CONTACTS » Won. Edicius. Mistreat. Jubaku.
appearance » i50.tinypic.com/1z6ujwz.png & i45.tinypic.com/dwuop.png
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