Username:
/HaLfWoLf\
Name:
Lyric
Age:
WIP
Personaility:
Lyric is a mysterious and unsocial fox, rarely associating with others of her kind. When she does venture down from the ice-bound mountains, others find her cold and snappish, as she is most at home alone with the snow and the wind. After a while, she will warm up, proving to be intelligent and charming. She has a fierce temper and you have to tread carefully to avoid arguements, but most of the time she is calm and dignified.
History/story/poems/ ETC.:
History/Story>
Darkness.
I lived in it, stumbling around clumsily with stubby legs, searching for the warmth that was Mother. When I finally opened my eyes and saw the light, I was overawed. It was so bright and clear... I loved it, and feared the night. And so I grew into a young wolf, my mother looking after me. I didn't know I was supposed to have a brother and a father... I thought it was perfect with my mom.
Darkness. A deep, unforgiving black sea of danger and hate.
It was the middle of the night. I should have been sleeping soundly, curled up with my mother, warm and safe. But instead, I was running for my life. The fire licked at my paws, singing the already-sore pads. Desperately, I tried to speed up. If only I could fly. But they had injured my wings. As I sprinted through the night, I heard another scream, torn from my mother. Tears streamed from my eyes. How had this happened? It had been so sudden.... My mother shook me awake. "Lyric! Get up! You need to go!" I blinked sleepily. "Why, Mom?" A glance of fear behind her. "Just GO!" she cried, pushing me into a back exit of the den. She turned around to face the entrance. Then I heard them. A chilling baying, coming closer and closer until it stopped, dropping into an eerie silence. Pawsteps. A hideous face forced its way into the den. It grinned hugely. "MIss me?"
I ran.
Darkness. A deep, unforgiving black sea of danger and hate. And if I fell in, I would drown.
I found this place. Wreathed in mists, covered in white, crowned with ice. A mountain. I climbed to the top and collapsed. It was my time to mourn, and grief-stricken howls rent the thin air for many nights. It has been years since then, and my feathers have grown back. I can fly again. The pain in my heart has subsided to a dull ache. I can face others now, without cringing or watching warily for any trace of an evil grin. But I can't face the dark. I can't go through the night without hearing it echo through my mind.
"Miss me?"
Art*:
None...yet.
Why do you want it:
I LOVE LOVE LOVE this design! (Heh heh. It has my favorite colors.) And it just persuaded me to actually write a story, and not just a first sentence. I really liked making a personaility and history for her, and naming her.
Which One?:
numero two!
/HaLfWoLf\
Name:
Lyric
Age:
WIP
Personaility:
Lyric is a mysterious and unsocial fox, rarely associating with others of her kind. When she does venture down from the ice-bound mountains, others find her cold and snappish, as she is most at home alone with the snow and the wind. After a while, she will warm up, proving to be intelligent and charming. She has a fierce temper and you have to tread carefully to avoid arguements, but most of the time she is calm and dignified.
History/story/poems/ ETC.:
History/Story>
Darkness.
I lived in it, stumbling around clumsily with stubby legs, searching for the warmth that was Mother. When I finally opened my eyes and saw the light, I was overawed. It was so bright and clear... I loved it, and feared the night. And so I grew into a young wolf, my mother looking after me. I didn't know I was supposed to have a brother and a father... I thought it was perfect with my mom.
Darkness. A deep, unforgiving black sea of danger and hate.
It was the middle of the night. I should have been sleeping soundly, curled up with my mother, warm and safe. But instead, I was running for my life. The fire licked at my paws, singing the already-sore pads. Desperately, I tried to speed up. If only I could fly. But they had injured my wings. As I sprinted through the night, I heard another scream, torn from my mother. Tears streamed from my eyes. How had this happened? It had been so sudden.... My mother shook me awake. "Lyric! Get up! You need to go!" I blinked sleepily. "Why, Mom?" A glance of fear behind her. "Just GO!" she cried, pushing me into a back exit of the den. She turned around to face the entrance. Then I heard them. A chilling baying, coming closer and closer until it stopped, dropping into an eerie silence. Pawsteps. A hideous face forced its way into the den. It grinned hugely. "MIss me?"
I ran.
Darkness. A deep, unforgiving black sea of danger and hate. And if I fell in, I would drown.
I found this place. Wreathed in mists, covered in white, crowned with ice. A mountain. I climbed to the top and collapsed. It was my time to mourn, and grief-stricken howls rent the thin air for many nights. It has been years since then, and my feathers have grown back. I can fly again. The pain in my heart has subsided to a dull ache. I can face others now, without cringing or watching warily for any trace of an evil grin. But I can't face the dark. I can't go through the night without hearing it echo through my mind.
"Miss me?"
Art*:
None...yet.
Why do you want it:
I LOVE LOVE LOVE this design! (Heh heh. It has my favorite colors.) And it just persuaded me to actually write a story, and not just a first sentence. I really liked making a personaility and history for her, and naming her.
Which One?:
numero two!
