☆. worrior - 48 moons - female - WIP
☆. Ravelled in the heart of her own actions smokeshade, is impetuous. She feels like her
good deeds signify that she is righteous and her bad deeds are justified. In truth, she
never thinks before she acts or speaks, she never pauses. Pause to ask herself if her
response was the right one, or merely the first knee-jerk reaction that springs to mind.
Whatever she says is almost never true, or at least it is only "true" for her.
xxBlessed with a smoke smeared pelt, smokeshade's body blends into a fleecy pencilled
grey. Casting a second shadow in the blanket of nightfall. An advantage that is manipulated
for her duties. Although despite the drab shade of her pelt, lurking beyond the greys, are her
piercing eyes. Glazed in a sickening beige. The only thing gracing her with some femininity.
xxSmokeshade is there like a shadow until you need her. Then suddenly she is
unavailable. Her ready smile is only for those who give freely and don't require any help
in return. Once their personal crisis is over she'd re-emerge from the crowds and re-insert
herself into the group [ if she can ], cracking the jokes everyone likes and paying them for
their company in her favourite “currency”- gossip. She knows practically the dirt on everyone,
if you aren't her friend she'd be free with the information to whoever her new friends are.