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I LOVE MTV TEEN WOLF
Ahzenai you're applying for:
Medli
Short Woo:
Thrift slept, unknowingly, in the branches above Medli. He awoke, startled to hear a pitiful wailing cry. "Hello? Who's there?" he asked, his voice groggy with sleep. Thinking he was back in his bed at home, he rolled over, promptly falling out of the tree. The hilt of his dagger dug into his side, and he gagged, the force from the fall having knocked the wind out of his lungs.
Thrift looked up sharply, his blue-green-gray eyes flickering. A figure, black and tan and red, slim, but seemingly strong, seemed to be wailing by the fallen log he had spent climbing on many summers ago, when he was still a boy. He snorted. The Ahz, whomever he or she was, would go back to wherever it came from and leave him and his tribe in peace. Closing his eyes, he continued to sleep.
The loud crying broke through his careful facade, and he woke, his brow clouded. He stormed over to the Ahz, shouting. "Why? Why can't you Ahz stay to yourselves! Other beings actually live around here, you know." he huffed, flicking his pale blue tail against the side of the log and placing his hand on his worn leather belt, next to the dagger. Turning away, he caught sight of the glint of something metallic at the paws of the Ahz.
"Hold still." he muttered, facing Medli and crouching at her feet. The glint he had noticed was just the claws of the Ahz, but Thift would never say 'just claws'. This Ahz was very special, he mused, pondering over the meaning of the long, dainty, dagger-like weapons on the paws of creature with the swirling black and tan and red fur. "You. You are the one. The one sent to -...." Thrift's insightful words were cut off as a figure in a robe hit him with a large, heavy rock.
His blood, as red as the Ahz's fur, was smeared on the ground as the figure began to drag him away.
Sum up why you want this Ahzenai:
Firstly, i absolutely adore her :3. She is bueatiful and graceful and talented, but what i love most above everything else is her personality, which may seem a bit ironic, but i do. Her personality, though spiteful, cruel, and mean, just means she's looking for someone to trust, care, and love her for who she is. She doesn't want someone to change her, she wants to be accepted.
Also, i think she would be the PERFECT companion for my character Thrift, son of the chief of a band of Indian-like people, only the people have tails and brightly colored skin. Thrift happens to be much unlike Medli, and their personalities clash and blend like fire and ice, i think :3.
I love Medli to peices and, even if i don't get to call her mine (i hope i do! ^^) i hope she will be happy with her companion. I think that's what you say to someone you love, right? That you love them even though they belong to someone else? I think that's right........
I LOVE MTV TEEN WOLF
Ahzenai you're applying for:
Medli
Short Woo:
Thrift slept, unknowingly, in the branches above Medli. He awoke, startled to hear a pitiful wailing cry. "Hello? Who's there?" he asked, his voice groggy with sleep. Thinking he was back in his bed at home, he rolled over, promptly falling out of the tree. The hilt of his dagger dug into his side, and he gagged, the force from the fall having knocked the wind out of his lungs.
Thrift looked up sharply, his blue-green-gray eyes flickering. A figure, black and tan and red, slim, but seemingly strong, seemed to be wailing by the fallen log he had spent climbing on many summers ago, when he was still a boy. He snorted. The Ahz, whomever he or she was, would go back to wherever it came from and leave him and his tribe in peace. Closing his eyes, he continued to sleep.
The loud crying broke through his careful facade, and he woke, his brow clouded. He stormed over to the Ahz, shouting. "Why? Why can't you Ahz stay to yourselves! Other beings actually live around here, you know." he huffed, flicking his pale blue tail against the side of the log and placing his hand on his worn leather belt, next to the dagger. Turning away, he caught sight of the glint of something metallic at the paws of the Ahz.
"Hold still." he muttered, facing Medli and crouching at her feet. The glint he had noticed was just the claws of the Ahz, but Thift would never say 'just claws'. This Ahz was very special, he mused, pondering over the meaning of the long, dainty, dagger-like weapons on the paws of creature with the swirling black and tan and red fur. "You. You are the one. The one sent to -...." Thrift's insightful words were cut off as a figure in a robe hit him with a large, heavy rock.
His blood, as red as the Ahz's fur, was smeared on the ground as the figure began to drag him away.
Sum up why you want this Ahzenai:
Firstly, i absolutely adore her :3. She is bueatiful and graceful and talented, but what i love most above everything else is her personality, which may seem a bit ironic, but i do. Her personality, though spiteful, cruel, and mean, just means she's looking for someone to trust, care, and love her for who she is. She doesn't want someone to change her, she wants to be accepted.
Also, i think she would be the PERFECT companion for my character Thrift, son of the chief of a band of Indian-like people, only the people have tails and brightly colored skin. Thrift happens to be much unlike Medli, and their personalities clash and blend like fire and ice, i think :3.
I love Medli to peices and, even if i don't get to call her mine (i hope i do! ^^) i hope she will be happy with her companion. I think that's what you say to someone you love, right? That you love them even though they belong to someone else? I think that's right........
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