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I have a history for my wolf that goes on forever... Is that okay? v_v It looks like it takes up space... should I just go ahead and post the form anyway?

[Yep, thats fine. Longer Historys are better anyways. ]

[miss nae.]

I have a history for my wolf that goes on forever... Is that okay? v_v It looks like it takes up space... should I just go ahead and post the form anyway?

[Yep, thats fine. Longer Historys are better anyways. ]

Okay, I'll be just one second to post it. ^_^

[miss nae.]

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"My life is brilliant... My love is pure... I saw an angel, of that I'm sure."

:_:-At First Glance-:_:

Name:
"My name is Emery, not chosen by me. Do not laugh or I will bite your ear." (Humor intended.)
Nickname:
"I think I'm used to Emery about now. I've been called other things by my brothers out of tease, but I'd rather not bring them up; they are quite embarrassing. If you think of a nickname, I'd like to hear it first."
Gender:
"I know it may be difficult to tell, you know the light not hitting the right spot and all... But I can assure you, I am a female, or fae as you may call it."
Age:
"I've been alive for 4 years and 6 months now, still going strong."
Breed:
"I am Gray Wolf, simple."
Pack:
"I belong to the Auster pack."
Rank:
"I don't have the rank that I truely want... It's something I feel out of place in, but glad that I can have something other than being in the 'Hunting Party.' I am a Mother. No, I'm not an actual parent, it's kind of like a pup-sitter or an omega."
Rank Desired:
"Since I DON'T have this rank but been taught it my whole life, I must say Laekna. I desire this rank because I crave the power to help wolves, physically and mentally, though times that they must require a wolf to fix their wounds or injuries."

:_:-My Appearance-:_:

Body Description:
"I stand an average height of 30 inches from the ground up to the tip of my shoulder blades, weighing a matching 75 pounds. From the tip of my tail to my nose, I measure a total of 5.4 feet, which gives me a rather long and slender look. I have a medium sized head and long nose, but the way my bones are set make me look innocent and pupish, even when I'm serious. I have tall legs built for running, with toned muscles that don't overly exaggerate themselves into looking bulky, like brutes for instance. Despite being slender and long, I am powerfully built with a large, deeply descending ribcage and a sloping back, not neccessarily helping me in fighting, but more for agility and speed. My paws are relitively small, but I am steady-footed, making an unkept trail seem smooth."
Base Fur Color:
"I have a rugged silver coat that lies upon my skin. I don't keep it groomed well, so it appears to have a ruffled appearence to it, making it a shaggy grey. My chest is a darker brown-black color, and my ears are the same color but a slimmer and lighter."
Under Fur Color:
"Like all other gray wolves, my under coat is a thick, water resistant, gray coat."
Markings, Scars:
" I have none that are very noticeable."

:_:-Getting To Know Me: The Basics-:_:

Personality:
"My indifference is exasperating and frustrating -- at least, that's what I heard from others, which I truthfully believe that they just didn't understand my attention for more important things. They believe that when I turn my attention away, they are suddenly insignificant and hurt. Well, my indifference has turned into a deadly topic, because now, I'm the bad guy who unintentionally stumbled my way into hurting their feelings. I guess my mind works differently than others around me, not showing off my emotions by planting them on my face. I don't mean to bottle them up inside, I just am intelligent enough--or strong enough--to keep them inside where I can deal with them in peace.
Looking past my neutral eye, I must say that I exceptionally kind to those around me. As I start to understand my own emotional feelings, I can empathize with another wolf to make a reasonal attempt to make them feel better. My level-headedness lets me think clearly enough before acting out, which gives me a more controled temper. I like to help others; the fact that I am trying for healer makes that fact understandable. However, I have my limits. My kindness is based on how you treat me, so if you are idiotically makeing a barbarian out of yourself in an attempt to intimidate me, how far do you think my calm act will go?
Now, you may know how I am if you are lucky enough to get close to me. You can tell when you have crossed into that territory when my voice becomes softer, almost silk-like, my eyes become passionate, like my smile has actually touched my eyes, and my body surrenders all tenseness that would wash over me with any other wolf who hasn't won my full trust yet. I am actually an easily won over wolf, but if you dare lose my trust, you won't get it back."
Family:
"My mother was named Maledia, and my father was named Daekon.
I had three brothers: Lowell, Carson, and Asher.
And finally, I had a teacher that was so close to me she felt like family... Rosalynn."
Strengths:
"Healing, being empathetic, my speed, and my wit."
Weaknesses:
"My lack of strength, my stubbornness, and being a 'creature of habit.'"
History:
"The story starts by the birth of a pup. This pup was me; a very tiny creature with ears folded down and eyes pasted shut, oblivious to the world. The sky was a livid schistaceous color and, in the wake of the clouds, the unbroken moon flashed a flavescent golden as if it beheld a sun inside of itself. I slipped silently into the world, separating from my mother, Maledia, for the first time in 63 days, and the cool air that rushed over me was a sensation that I had never felt before, so I was firstly fearful, but the touch of something big, soft, furry, and warm comforted me. My mother's tongue rolled over my back and I squirmed by the feel of it, but I relaxed and accepted her gentle grooming. She shied away and I nuzzled close to her belly, longing for her to continue, but I soon felt another creature beside me, squirming much more than I had when I arrived, and I could feel the vibration of its squeaking as it pressed against me. I could tell that my mother was doing the same procedure to it to which she had done to me, without having the blessing of sight and vision to use. It gave me the desire to push my way through to get to my mother, but my weak body would only let me go a limited length, so I settled for the smell of my mother's milk to pursue instead. I wavered in and out of consciousness, letting sleep engulf me in the constant blackness with my mouth determined to suck all the milk my tender belly would allow.
The next time I awoke from my dreamless sleep, for I had seen nothing to spark any, I could feel the presence of others around me, struggling to push me away so they could get to the treasure that was our mother. She was an understanding female, so she only nudged us in the directions of different teats to drink from, because we had to absolutely depend upon her for this and for her warm belly to keep our helpless bodies heated. I noticed that she started to fidget around, and after a minute, I could feel her smooth tongue on my back again, but as I inhaled, the scent did not smell of the familiar mother I remembered. My head rose from the ground, my throat vibrated to what I could not hear, but to others, I was obviously whining. The grooming paused for just a moment, but then continued in a gentler way, to which I didn't understand because it wasn’t hurting me before, it was just unfamiliar. I laid my head back down and accepted the grooming, my body rolling to the side--literally rolling to the side, with the big belly that I had--and enjoyed myself. When the grooming ceased, sleep had crept up on me and I was beginning to drift away so my body looked almost entirely limp except from my steady breathing. Even my tiny tongue was visible at the front of my mouth. A cold, wet nose touched my side and I twitched from the sudden temperature shock, but the nose left my side to leave me at ease and completely massaged. This was the first encounter with my father, Daekon.
As the time continued, the den that was our whole world was often filled with our mother and-or father, but they parted from us now and them, the span becoming more timely, but mother always loyally came back to lie beside us to feed and warm us. The day that my eyes opened was something that changed my life forever. My eyes were a deep shade of chocolate that were bright and curious of the things around me. It was moderately blurry and I could make out shadows, shapes, and moving objects. Sound came with it, and I could hear the barks of my equally as curious brothers. Yes, all brothers, and there were 4 of us. They struggled to drag their bodies across the dirt floor, eyes adjusting to the darkness, all beaming with excitement and a bit of confusion. I laid back and watched as they found their voices, barking and growling, then biting at my paws to get me to join them. I usually was bugged enough to throw myself into their growling matches.
My eyes were such a glorious thing to own, for I soaked in as many images as I could witness; my mother especially. She was the first thing that I saw when my eyes peaked open. Her beauty was something that my father was especially lucky to gaze lovingly at, which he did so many times. She was brilliantly silver; yet soft enough that wasn’t gaudy and was easy on the eyes that looked upon her. I wouldn’t have doubted any jealousy among her female pack mates, for she was a sight to behold. Her amber eyes looked upon her offspring with such gentleness in her amber eyes, for us who were her creations were her pride. Our father, who came second best, was a dark-colored brute with such muscle that rippled when he walked as if he spent all his days chasing and taking down buffalo. He was our protector, and we couldn’t help but always stay secure when he was around. I inherited his chocolate eyes, but my pelt came from my mother—but it paled in comparison to her flawless beauty. Oh, how she wore her fur with perfection, and yet she wondered why all the lonely brutes stared.
I still had way too much to experience. The den’s darkness, my mother, my father, and brothers were all that I knew. The light at the end of the den still interested me, so every day I would inch closer to the exit, until my mother pulled me back. I didn’t even know what she was so worried about. Meanwhile, our pup legs were going stronger day by day, and we could play rougher. I could thankfully keep up with my brothers with ease.
The day finally came when I was actually old enough—let alone brave enough--to exit the den alongside my brothers. They looked as fearful as I was, but they beamed with curiosity to explore the outside world; being as little as to just be a star among the universe. The clearing was filled with equally as curious pack mates that had their eyes upon us as our own eyes explored the scenery. The wide, flat ground gave us room to roam and play and frolic as we pleased. Our growth was motivating us to do more things, now having full control of our limbs and we were ready to test them out. I launched out of the den entrance with such excitement and vigor that I almost stumbled over my own paws. Well, I guess I couldn’t say that I had full control of my limbs. The brothers weren’t too far behind, at my heels in fact. I remember almost slamming into my father as he leaped gracefully in front of us, so easily that it looked as though he had wings to aid him in such a spring. Of course, the thought didn’t occur to me as he fell down heavily on his paws right smack in the middle of my path, going full speed on my inexperienced legs. My back paws dug in the dirt to slow down, but my brothers failed to do so, tumbling over me in the process. I growled as the bulkiest of my brothers laid sprawled out on top of me, resulting on me nipping his dangling legs to suggest that I needed to breathe someday. My father simply chuckled and walked over to me and clasped the nape of my neck tenderly, and slid me out from under my brother with ease.
Instead of putting me down, I was surprised as he carried me a short ways over to a frail, elderly wolf that lay at the entrance of neatly kept den. I was at first frightened that this scary looking brute was going to die at any moment, for that wolf looked awful. I soon realized that this wolf was the pack elder, and he was exceptionally old, so he was well respected and well taken care of. He was going to name me. Ah, you noticed how I have not said my name in this story? Well, that is because I was remained nameless until my personality came out, which this old wolf would have the final say. He was a wise one, so my mother and father weren’t worried. He set me down and I eyed him curiously, not yet realizing that this brute was going to give me my identity. He gave me a mutual stare into my eyes, and I for one was not backing down. He had a concentrated face, I observed, as if he was trying to figure a problem out. I barely noticed the unfamiliar pack wolves’ eyes upon me and this brute, my eyes totally zoned into his. His face finally relaxed and a crooked smile curved onto his lips, giving back a slight youth to his expression. “Emery,” his voice was rugged, gurgling gravel. However, the name had a special meaning to it that made my face sincere. He continued, “She is a strong one among her brothers, but she holds the beauty of her mother.” I was convinced that his vision was a bit blurry, because seeing my mother’s fur compared to my appearance, I could find a distinct difference of ‘beauty.’
My brothers went after me, but the elderly wolf seemed to have less trouble picking out their names, almost as if he had pulled out the name long before seeing them. The smallest of the brothers was named Lowell, a softer name for a softer wolf, and less of a standing-out name. He was kinder and less likely to get into trouble. Next was the neatest of the three, showing more intelligence and common sense, his name being Carson; a sophisticated name you’d expect politeness from. The third and especially the moose of our litter, was named Asher. He was the kind of wolf that threw his weight around and was a joker; less likely to take things seriously, though he was obviously was going to do well in the pack if he stuck to fighting to protect it.
My mother, father, and brothers were all satisfied with the elder’s pick. I had only a faint thought of the unfairness that he decided to give me a name on the spot like that, so resentment tingled inside of me as I sat and watched the boys play. Mother and Father sat together with twined tails, their backs to me at that moment, and they gazed full of pride at their creations. I couldn’t stay aggravated for long though, because what’s done is done and it wasn’t going to change. I had briefly pondered the thought of changing it myself, but I decided it wouldn’t set right with my parents.
Times got tougher as I got older and larger, always at the tails of my brothers in lively competition for my parents and the pack’s approval. I remember my first very well, because I had successfully taken a rabbit’s life while two of my impatient brothers jumped too soon and scattered the hares before they even got a chance. Lowell stuck with me during that hunting trip, being the smallest and apparently the most level-headed out of the brother trio. Lowell had also caught a rabbit alongside me, and I praised him like a sister would do.
However, there were other things that my brothers thrived at and I felt insignificant in. For example, the day we had to hunt for stronger and bigger animals like deer. My very normal and standard size paled in comparison to their brute strength. I was not built for being kicked in the stomach by the powerful back legs of a deer and not be phased by it. Oh, but my brothers on the other hand can take the blow, even Lowell-- or they prevented it in the first place: two things that I definitely not good at.
For these reasons, I usually stayed back in the pack, socializing and helping around the pack. This is when I discovered my passion! A fellow pack mate of mine came into camp with a thorn in his paw, limping painfully toward the pack healer. I watched with interest as the healer came out, her soft smile soothing to the injured wolf and working magic instantly. She took the brute into the healers den, and with curiosity, I crept over to them, peeking inside to see the healer pick out the correct herbs from a vast collection of medicine. Having the brute eat the herb, she quickly swiped the thorn from his lifted paw as he was occupied eating the herb. She smiled gently and said in the silkiest voice, “There, now isn’t that better?” She reminded me of a mother talking to her pup, the way her eyes gazed upon her patient and how her voice was so melodic. The brute nodded, oh-so thankful an appreciative. He thanked her, and turned to trot out of the den, which by then I ducked out of the way of his unsuspecting eye, but I didn’t duck quick enough for the healer. I heard her giggle echo from inside of the large den. “You don’t need to hide, hon.” I knew her voice was directed toward me, and a shiver went down my spine by how perfectly melodic her tone was, and the use of the word “hon.” When I stood from my crouching position from beside the den entrance, my eyes looking down, a bit ashamed of my spying. She giggled again and my goose bumps reappeared by her innocent, beautiful laugh. “Why do you look so ashamed? No harm in observing.” I finally looked up to face her but her appearance up so close momentarily stunned me. Her hypnotizing, pale blue eyes were like the sky on a blindingly sunny day; her flawless, snowy white pelt put my ordinary pelt to shame. Her awaiting, yet not impatient, expression reminded me that I had to answer her question. “Oh, well… I don’t know.” My voice was crooked, as if I was unsure, but she didn’t seem to notice—or she was polite enough to ignore it AND my elevator eyes. She was surprisingly calm and understanding toward my behavior, and she naturally kept the conversation going. “Would you like me to show you around?” She asked, motioning toward the medicines that I had been gazing at when I was at the den entrance. I felt a smile curving on my lips, and I nodded eagerly.
Sooner than I even knew it, I was this female’s apprentice. I found myself spending less and less time with my mother, father, and grown up brothers, and more time with her. I hadn’t paid much attention to the pack healer before that one day of curiosity, so I had to start off pretty new with her, learning her name and getting comfortable around her. Her name was Rosalynn, which brought a certain ring to my ears that I knew it matched her well. All the wolves in the pack called her Rosie though, which I thought that her original name was better. I settled for calling her by her nickname, assuming that was what she was used to. She always greeted me with a smile each time a say her, my heart softening to her face and eyes, ready to learn from anything she said. It seemed that anything that came out of her mouth, aided the beautiful flow of her voice made it sound so important, even if it was just casual. I wondered if I’d ever get used to her angelic-like vibe that she unintentionally gave to everybody around her. It was a gift being around her as often as I.
There was a time, however, that she had run out of things to teach me. I had learned how to treat injuries that varied from deep wounds to shallow scrapes, and I had learned the various illnesses. I was bound to hear those dreadful words. It has been quite some time from the first time I had met her, a couple years in fact. She came to me one day, and I turned to that soft, innocent face, my worries shying away, but her face suddenly held regret. I hadn’t seen this on her face before, not even among her patients--who always magically recovered under her care, so she never had to worry. My eyes turned worried, and she noticed this, with no words spoken. She smiled gently… proudly… affectionately…
“Emery, my dear,” her words melted my heart, my brow furrowed with upcoming words. I gulped, and let my voice spill unevenly from my mouth, in a small tone. “Rosalynn… What is the matter?” Her eyes were obviously surprised by me whispering her full name. She tilted her head, her ears laying back in that way which she looked like a helpless, ageless pup. I hid my smile. She was doing that on purpose, and she knew it. She couldn’t help but make these kinds of situations humorous or cute. She finally began again, “Emery, you know how you have learned practically everything that I have to teach you--” I cut in, “Practically.” I emphasized, “Which means I still have things to learn from you.” I expected this speech from her for a while now, and this was a horrible pass for an excuse. She giggled my favorite little giggle, my chocolate eyes shamefully dropping. “Oh my, I’d expect for you to be this difficult.” She replied to me, her paw steps tapping against the den’s floor toward me.
I felt the touch of her nose against my forehead, not out of authority, but out of affection. She then proceeded to rub the side of her head up against my neck then, she pressed her moving figure against my body all around to the other side of me, stopping with her muzzle at my ear. She was definitely, absolutely like a mother. “It’s time for you to spread your knowledge, hon.” The whisper in my ear was almost like a purr of affection; I couldn’t believe she was giving me bad news by pouring out her charm. “You’re asking me to leave?” My voice was not as accusing as I hoped when my eyes turned back to her adorable face. It was an unfair advantage of hers to turn against me! I saw her walk in front of me, turn, and sit down, curling her fluffy tail around her paws. She continued to stare at me.
The flawless white wolf smiled comfortingly as she prepared me for more, and both my ears laid back in defense. “Is that what you think I’m doing?” She asked me in response, her smile dropping for once, but her eyes still sincere. “No, I know you want the best for me, but I just… love it here. I don’t want to leave.” I answered her in a steady tone. The steadiest thing I said to her throughout the entire conversation. She fished-eyed me warily, and I could tell that she was pondering what to say to me to improve the situation and have the odds in her favor again.
“Oh, so you never want to expand yourself? Open yourself up to the world?” She said it so easily; I almost believed it was that simple. I would obviously have to travel some distance to find the next pack, and only IF they were accepting outsiders. She stayed so calm, her face revealing nothing but encouraging expressions. “I believe you will be successful, where ever you end up.” She continued her gentle nudging toward expanding my horizons. “Are you sure?” My voice still sounded doubtful of her plan, little did I know that my parents had agreed to her proposal of be setting off elsewhere, but of course, I had seen this conversation coming long before she spoke to me about it. Her still youthful appearance was obvious that she wasn’t going to be out of commission for some years to come, and her endless wisdom proved that she didn’t need help around the pack. She never brought up these facts, but I wasn’t blind. She broke into my thoughts, answering my doubts with more reassurance. “Positive.”
I was beginning to warm up to the idea, after hearing it come with her sweet voice. My answers were reduced to simple answers. “When…?” I asked, trailing off, knowing that she knew what I meant. “When do you want to?” She asked me in return. Never, I thought pupishly and stubbornly, but I couldn’t let that break Rosie’s heart. “I should get going pretty soon. Just enough time to say goodbye to the pack and my family…” And you, I added in my mind. She nodded, almost directing me out the den to get started with my farewells as early as now. I turned and hurried out of the den and loped to my parents, who were lounging peacefully in the shade of a tree together. I told them the news, but they had already known that Rosalynn would convince me toward my travels. Going against my word to say goodbye to the ENTIRE pack, I settled on saying it to only my parents and brothers. My brothers were also supportive, but I could see it in their eyes that they were pained to probably never see me again. I had mutual feelings toward them.
I once again went back to Rosalynn’s den, awaiting me like I never left. She greeted me with a smile, which my heart started to ache as soon as she did so, knowing I would miss her beautiful smiles and giggles. “It’s still early; you can go whenever you please.” She told me when I was in earshot, and I nodded in response. Her ever-so positive attitude, even if she knew I would never be seen around here again. She walked over to me and touched me with her cool nose, pausing there for a moment, then letting go. I felt a wave of relief come over me. It seemed that she had some magical power of making other people at ease, which I have thought this many times before. I smiled at her, this time, the smile coming to my eyes as well. “I should start my travel… Goodbye, Rosalynn.” She nodded with pride, filling her eyes, “Farewell, Emery, take care.” She lowered her head, her ears down in unfair cuteness. She was older than me, and she never failed to seem pup-like.
I turned, giving thought to looking back, but I resisted, thinking that it would worsen the pain of our separation. Getting out soon as possible would give time for the wound in my heart to heal from the loss I was feeling at the moment. I walked out of the camp, feeling eyes upon me, but I didn’t look back. My body didn’t know the difference; it was as though I was going out for a simple hunt. But, it was my heart that told the difference. I wasn’t coming back.
~ ~ ~
My travels were as expected: long and lonely. I hunted only small game, regretting that if I hunted larger, I would be injured. I stopped only if necessary for rest or for bad weather. It was then that I came upon a pack: Ausher Pack. Here was where I decided to pass on my “knowledge” (as Rosalynn put it, anyway.) This has where I have been for some time now, settling myself in the pack. Here, I ended up not actually being the pack healer, to my dismay. Only picking out odd healing jobs... It makes me almost sad not being what I desire. I make the most of it anyway, trying to pass on whatever I had inside of me. Though, I could never be so much as even CLOSE to being Rosie’s equal, but I have never quite opened up about her to anyone. I believe she was the closest thing I even gotten to an angel."


:_:-Getting To Know Me: A Little Deeper-:_:

Likes:
"The sunlight, happiness, love, and the simple smell of the after rain."
Dislikes:
"Thinking of missing the wolves I loved and left, sour wolves, loneliness, and pain."
Fears:
"I fear of going back to my home pack and family, and finding out that they were dead. Especially Rosalynn..."
Scent:
"The smell of the various mixure of herbs and medicines in Rosalynn's den... It smells like I'm home."
Wants, Wishes:
"My only want... My only wish... Is to be a true Laekna. I want to smell the herbs and medicine everyday again... Helping others with their injuries and soothing them with the soothing face that Rosie had."

:_:-Extra:_:

"I apologize for the forever long history! I think I got carried away..."

[Dawulf]

(((Just wanted top say that I really enjoyed reading that, Silver... very nice!)))

[miss nae.]

Aw, thanks Dawulf! You're too kind. :3

EDIT: I just revised my form, because it had some mistakes, but you know, the longer the posts, the more mistakes. xD

[.:akpahsJ:.]

[I really love your form Silver, but I'm afraid she cannot be a Laekna. We already have one, and if I made it two then I'm breaking my own personal rules lol. But, maybe she could be a mother or even in the hunting party? Like, your characters can still have different skills [like healing] even if they are not in that certain position. :) Sorry but she can't be laekna.]

[miss nae.]

There is? I didn't know there was one in Auster's pack. Dang, bummer! But oh well. xD
I will think of something that she could do, maybe twisting some stuff around at the end of her history, but I don't know what she could be in rank...

EDIT: Okay, I fixed it and it somehow worked out. I guess leaving loose ends is sometimes a good thing. x3 Now I guess she will have that dream or something that she will have throughout the role play... Can't wait to RP!

[.:akpahsJ:.]

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Action: Getting up.
Feeling:Groggy and Restless.

A shiver went down Narmanna's back, as she sat in her den. Not the coziest, the ground was cold rock. The only thing covering the rough ground was the occasional tuft of grayish, brownish fur, which of course belonged to the wolf who slept in the den. That of course, was Narmanna. Why were there tufts of her own fur on the floor of her home? Well, it is simple to say that Narmanna had not had a good sleep. Although she hadn't had a good sleep for weeks, so maybe not having a good sleep was her normal sleeping habits, which in that case couldn't be that bad if she had grown so accustomed to it.

It wasn't just that she did not have good sleeps. Every night, she also had a nightmare about her past. Yes, she had grown used to always being tired when she woke up, even if she did go to bed early and wake up late, but the nightmares seemed to shake her up even more everyday. They were always scenes from her past, which she would have liked to forget about. But with a history like hers, who could forget? Unless they had damaged their brain, which in that case the damage may cause them to lose their memory. But, that was not the case right now. and Narmanna wasn't about to go and bump her head on a rock just to try and lose her memory. She would just have to learn to live with what she did. And if she couldn't, well...She would have a pretty miserable life ahead of her.

The light from outside flooded into her den, causing her to become a little grouchy. She knew that when she stepped out of her den, if she even decided to exit her den, the bright, white light would blind her for a few seconds, causing her eyes some pain. Don't get me wrong-she had nothing against sunny days-but it was all too much on days like this, when the light reflected off every thing in sight. Even if the sun was behind the clouds, somehow the white light managed to appear anywhere, if not everywhere. The light also made her stand out more, which she disliked very much. She knew she was a bulkier female, and she didn't like the fact, that was for sure.

But, she had to emerge from her den sooner or later. The alpha might think she was lazy; That is, if the alpha was even around. Whatever. I have to leave my den. Anyways, its not like its that great in here... She muttered to herself, looking around at the wall of her den. They too, were just hard, dark stone. She regretted choosing this den, since it was a little higher than the others. Some of the other dens had dirt on the ground, which would be much comfier then the cold stone she had to sleep on.

Abandoning the thoughts and regrets about her den, she raised her hind. She was about to step out of her den, endure the pain of that white light she despised so much. It wasn't just the fact that it hurt her eyes, and made her stand out, but she had always thought of white being the color of death. Okay, most people think of black, but not Narmanna. It was strange, really-no black wolf she had ever met had been a cold-blooded killer, like some wolves think of them to be. But instead, a lot of wolves from her past had been white. Her dad, the alpha, and...Ulfer. Ulfer was dead now. She had killed him. And another thing about the white light- When people were dying, didn't they sometimes speak of a white light they saw? It was never a dark light they spoke of in their last words, but a white one.

I keep letting my thoughts distract me! She grumped angrily to herself. It was the truth, though. Her thoughts were distracting her from her goal. She shook her sandy brown and grey pelt, not a reason for it really. It was just a morning habit for her. Then, she took a deep breath, and bravely picked up her left fore paw, placing it out of her den, into the white light. It instantly reflected off of her white paw, and it slightly pained her eyes to stare down at the ground. Taking another deep breath, she stepped out of her den, her whole body outside of the darkness, into the brightness of the day.

Keeping her eyes closed for a moment, she wondered what she was going to do in the winter. The light would be reflecting off everything! Well, I guess I better toughen up. She said to herself, and opened her eyes. To her surprise, it was actually not that bright outside. The sun hovered over the horizon, and a beautiful orange surrounded the dark yellow sphere in the sky. She smiled slightly, feeling just a little foolish. She let out a yawn, a whine echoing around the dens, bouncing off the sheer rock walls. She growled, and that too echoed. Stupid mountains...I hate this echoing stuff! She thought to herself angrily, the smile escaping her face. She sat down grumpily, scowling at the ground in front of her.

[Alright, this post is from another RP, I just altered it up a bit. It is my post, for Narmanna, and my mind is dry right now. I was really in the mood when I wrote this, so I thought 'Hey, why not use this post instead of writing a really short post?' and this is my favorite Rping post, it makes me laugh. XD ]

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||Brute||Auster||Alpha||Five and a Half||No Crush||No Mate||
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Action: Hunting, to clear head.
Feeling: Calm and Relaxed.

A little roe deer drank from a pond in the dense trees, not having a care in the world. His three does were deeper in the forest, and he had decided to take a walk. He was getting old, and the fur around his muzzle had started to turn gray. His does were pregnant, and there fawns would be his last. He had produced many fawms before, all strong and healthy. He was always proud of them. His antlers were only a quarter of their original size, but they would not be as large as they used to be when he had been in his prime. He had awlays been proud of his antlers. They had four points, which was rare for a roe buck. His antlers were what got him his four does. At the moment, they were just stubs on his head, and could do no damage with the soft velvet covering them.

The small buck sighed, knowing his life would be over soon. He had memories of the past, which weren't the best. His favorite doe, who had produced four young bucks and one doe for him, had been killed by a wolf. It had always made him depressed, as he was the closest to that doe. But he moved on, to produce more progeny. Though they were strong, and he was proud of them, he still felt that his favorite doe's fawns were always stronger. But he couldn't stop having children because of his losses; he had to move on, and that is what he did.

Crack! The buck raised his head in alarm, and let out an stressed bark. There was something in the bush beside the pond, watching him. His little heart beat fast, and everything was silent except this. He was about to flee, when it emerged from the bush. It was one of his own does, and he let out a sigh of relief. He walked up to her and rubbed her neck with his. They both drank from the pond now, when another crack came from the bush. At first the pair thought it must be another doe, but a strange scent started to linger. All of the sudden, a black blur jumped out of the bushes.

The pair started to run, and the black blur followed them. They both knew what it was: a wolf. It's yellow eyes followed their every movement, and they ran as fast as they could. But the doe started lagging behind, as her large belly slowed her down. The buck barked to her, frightened out of his mind. Then, he did something daring. He knew that he was aging, and this fawn would be one of his last. So, he stopped, spun around, and ran right at the wolf, his doe passing him. She looked at him in bewilderment, but he barked at her sternly, and reluctantly, she ran away. The buck charged at the wolf, knwoing this was the end of him. He felt his antler buds hit the wolf's side, but cause no damage. The jaws gripped his neck in an instant, and he closed his eyes as the sharp pain flashed through him for a moment, and then, his body went limp. He was dead.

Tarnish dropped the buck, and licked his muzzle of the blood. "You were a feisty one, weren't you?" He said aloud, talking to the motionless body of his prey. Though, he admired the small creature for his bravery, sacifricing himself for his mate, who was carrying his child. Tarnish could sense it. The little buck was just a little bigger than him, and an easy kill. He put his jaws around its neck, and turned around to go back to the camp. It had cleared his head; that was for sure. He had woken up from a horrible dream, one where a brutal fight had taken place against the Noruour, and all of his pack had been killed. Then they had found a way up the mountains, and pushed him off a ledge. He had woken up, sweating, as he had fallen to his death.

He had decided to go hunting to clear his mind, and it had succeeded. As he approached the dens, he noticed that a few wolves were up. He had woken up rather early, but he usually did being the Alpha. He through the carcass into the middle of the dens. He wasn't very hungry, but he was sure others might be. They would probably be going on a hunt later in the day, so he wasn't too worried about food. He noticed his grandfather was not anywhere to be seen, but instantly knew where he had gone. So, he raised his head, and continued to walk in the direction of the hill.

The sun was higher now then when he had woken up, and the sky was a light blue, with a cloud here and there. It was a perfect day, and he grinned as he padded aslong the path, up the hill. His grandfather was soon in sight, sitting at the top. He quickened his pace, wanting to talk to him. Finally, he was there, and sat down beside Abdou. "Good Morning, Grandfather. How was your sleep?" He asked in a friendly but kind voice.

[miss nae.]

Fae - Auster - Mother - Mateless - Crushless
Mood : Bored, anxious, restless.
Action : Nothing of importance; laying down, then walking a short distance.

.{ Ємєґу }.

"I'm no angel, but I've spread my wings a bit."

It was hard to keep a grip. She had been here for more than enough days to feel at ease without having the herbs and medicine of the healers den to calm her thoughts, but nothing worked for her. It made it even worse that there were no pups to look after since none had been born, let alone no wolves having mates. It made her feel extremely unimporant, irrelevant, and little to no worth to supporting her pack. These thoughts carried her on cloud of insignificance through an endless sky of doubts. She couldn't think of anything else but the words of Rosalynn, who had shown so much faith in her than what Emery had actually done so far. Not fulfilling her true passion left an empty hole inside her that lacked the happiness and importance that she felt within it. It was left untouched. Ever since she left her old pack, she hadn't had the meaningful touch of significance that she had every time she healed one of her patients. She longed for the use of her skills again.

She laid at the entrance of her small den; a den that was dug for the purpose of only one wolf using it. It was a comfortable fit for her, but the loneliness she felt in the empty den made it have a unwelcoming vibe to her. A day didn't go past when she didn't reflect upon her family, her pack, or Rosalynn. Rosie had such a large impact of her life that if she hadn't believed that she could spread her knowledge, she certainly would not have ended up here right now. Though, it crossed her mind that if Rosalynn hadn't taught her about being a healer, she probably would still be in the pack and not feel this negative aurora. Loneliness. Even surrounded by the protective pack mates that made up this joyous pack, she still felt a pang of alienation. Like she wasn't entirely fit for the pack, as if the pack were a puzzle and she was a puzzle peice that didn't even go in the same collection of puzzle peices. She thought she fit perfectly into a puzzle that was already made up, but she was taken out, by whim of course, and thought she could mold into a different shape to fit her surroundings. Her thoughts seemed to be even more complex that it was, but the truth was solid and true. She closed her eyes with discontentment, her chin upon her paws in laziness.

She sighed a deep wistful sigh, and crawled out from her den, standing up stiffly. She bowed in a stretching motion, her rump high in the arm and her front legs together and straight out, her chest barely touching the ground. After a moment of untightening her muscles, she stood back up on her tall, slender legs, ears flickering to each side. She had nothing to do, no where to go, no one to talk to. Her days and nights had stretched on in minimal conversation and connection to the ones around her. It wasn't like she had been here for long; just long enough to get a feel of her surroundings and the familiar faces and names she must memorize. She was never good at names, so she recognized strangers by their faces in hopes that their name would come to her. The thought made her slightly uncomfortable; accidentally getting a name wrong was definitely a possibility.

She advanced on light, graceful paws toward the edge of the clearing site, the chatter and song of singing birds made her ears more open, more intrested. The animals around her made her more comfortable and at peace, because it reminded her that she was not alone. She pretended that the birds were singing to her to comfort her--what a silly thought that was. She had caught several birds in her days of hunting small game, but her stomach turned at the sight of the limp, yet beautiful creature with wings sprawled out and feathers ruffled. She would have turned her nose up to the kill if it hadn't been for her hunger. She could almost call herself a weak wolf, but she couldn't tell anyone here of the things on her mind. It didn't seem so welcoming. No one with open arms.