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I am looking to adore...
Picture:
Kennel number:
P107
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Name:
Cordelia Davies
Nickname(s):
Cor, Delia, Lia/Leah
Meaning Of Name:
Cordelia is a common first name in English. It is an elaboration of the word 'cor', which means 'heart' in Latin. In Celtic usages, the name is generally understood to mean 'daughter of the sea' or 'jewel of the sea' (sometimes translated as 'star of the sea' or as another such item associated with brilliance and value), due to its association with the mythological Welsh figure of Creiddylad.
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Breed:
Shifting Wolfess
Forms:
-Human
-Wolfess
About Breed:
(This story takes place before the books, when they have the knowledge that they had about the species before Sam, Grace, Cole, and Isabel came along.)
For those of you who have read the book, or whole series, of "Shiver", then you'll understand exactly what Delia is. For those of you whom have not...
This species of wolves start off as humans, but once bitten by the certain species of wolves, they have aproximately 2 weeks or so before they start feeling sick, and eventually they'll start shifting. These wolves shift only in the cold weather, so most start shifting back into their human-self near late spring or early summer, depending on how many shifts they'd had already. Each time a wolf shifts, he has less shifts left. Eventually, he'll run out of shifts and will remain a wolf forever, without shifting back to a human, and live the lifespan of a normal wolf. They communicate through pictures shown in eachothers mind, while losing all their human memories and thoughts. Also, when they shift, the single human part of them that they keep are their eyes.
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Why do you want this animal:
Firstly, I'd just like to say sogurgbdjfbdufbrhdrujnbdjf O.O She's so gorgeous, like she's simple but so intricate, a mass of condridictions. Just with a glance at her, the personality of the character just sort of comes out, making itself. She has true character, something that just speaks out in ways words cannot compare to.
The first thing I noticed was her side. It made me think of a pink ribbon, dancing along her pelt and adding to her blinding beauty. It reminded me of long ago, when I'd taken Dance lessons. Then I saw her face; like whirling chocolate as they swirl around her face in delicate patterns, or like wings begging to take flight. Finally I saw her nose: I'm a total sucker for speckled noses, and for split noses, and now they're conveniently wrapped up in one pretty package <3 ilu Spotty x3
What will you do for it:
Being honest, I cannot promise loads of art as so many people do, despite knowing that they probably won't. I, on the other hand, will be spoiling her with short stories, doodles all over my homework, and Poems in which she will be my muse. I'm also working on getting my Character thread updated and de-dust-a-fied, so she'll be having a snug little home there. And I know of someone who is wonderful at making avatars, and I'll be doing my best to obtain an avatar of Delia <3
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Personality:
Many would call her... different. She's quite the dreamer, always off in her own world while class inches on, but this, evidently, is rather normal for a teenager. What makes her so different is her philosiphal ways, which mixed with her hard-headedness and her love of adventure and mystery, makes putting things past her horribly difficult. She's most definitely not naive, I can tell you that much.
Her sister always said that she got her hard-headed attitude from her mother, but Cordelia wouldn't know, since she had been too young to remember much about her mother before she'd died in a car accident. Still, Delia is hard-headed and she knows it perfectly well, nor does she care. She believes in being herself and trusting that someone will love her for it.
Like everyone else, Delia has her flaws. Because of her sister, learning to trust someone else takes many long months, even years, for Delia to do. With those she doesn't trust, or hasn't learned to trust yet, she will flinch or step away when they attempt to touch her. She's very wary around new people, often comming across as self-sentered, despite the truth being the complete opposit. She actually has trouble caring about herself, while she freaks out over other people not treating themselves well.
Cordelia has learned to protect her life and feelings from others. Her sister, unknowingly, helps her do this. When shes hit, its often on the head, cheeks, back, or shoulders. On the head, Cordelias hair easily covers it, on her cheeks, theres nothing a little makeup can't fix, and on her back and shoulders, her shirts cover it just as easily as her hair. So, because of this, not a single soul knows of her abusive sister, and being the loner-type that she is, she doesn't find it that hard not to speak out. The only person she cannot hide her feelings from is her sister, which is something that pains her horribly, considering her sister is the single person that she'd rather hide them from in the first place.
Finally, she tends to freak out, constantly being on edge. Sometimes she'll burst at the smallest of things, only because she holds it all in the rest of the time.
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Likes:
WIP
Dislikes:
WIP
Stats:
...Physical stats...
Fur~ Soft grey/brown, darker in the face, back, tail-tip, and lower legs with a light pink strip across her sides // Sleek and slightly softer then most
Eyes~ Light pink, slightly darker around the edges // Often shiny and noticible
Nose~ Darker grey-brown, pale pinkish speckles to her left side of the nose // smooth and moist
Build~ Lean and slim, long and athletic legs
...Other stats...
Orientation~ Parshly Bixesual, more commonly straight
Age~ Fourteen (In human years)
Place of Birth~ Mercy Falls
Intelligence~ Slightly above average, not by much
...Favorites...
Color~ Orpahn blue
Animal~ Wolf, obviously
Drink~ Strawberry Milkshake
Food~ Salami, pepperoni, ham, cheese, and lettuce Sub
Gender~ Male // She finds them less uptight, touchy, jealous, etc. etc.
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History/Background:
The pain in my cheek was unbearable as Tara's hand came down like a whip, her expression hard and steely. The 'too hot' tea that she'd wanted was thrown back at me, the china cup shattering on the ground while the hot liquid seered my skin, leaving red hot marks in its place. I braced myself as she shoved her body hard against mine, sending me to the wall where my shoulder collided with a harsh thud. I could hear her heavy breathing now, but it was steadying. I knew not to open my eyes; she was finished now, and I'd learned long ago to keep quiet, small, and closed until she'd left.
Soft footsteps were heard on their way to the door, muffled by the dark carpet under our feet. I heard the door swing shut behind her, and the vibrating slam that followed. My breath came out in a rush of air, as I let my body drop to the soft carpet, my back leaning up against my wall. I heard a soft thud as I rolled my head back, resting it on the wall along with the rest of my body. My eyes were still closed, not bearing to look down at the new marks Tara left on my body tonight.
A soft melody floated around me, as somewhere in the woods, the wolves threw their heads back on howled a mournful sound, so sweet to my ears. My eyes, open now, strayed to my open window, as they continued their sorrowful song, as if mourning the new bruises that lines my cheeks. For a moment, a felt my mouth shaping an O, following suit, but as realization of my actions hit me, my mouth slid back into the small frown in which it rarely strayed from.
Only an open window blocked me from my freedom, but I stood motionless as I stared out into its dark depths of night. The late-spring breeze danced around me, teasing me. Through the dense darkness that loomed before me, I watched as two glowing pink orbs aproached. Eyes. Wolf eyes. They were much like my own, but not quite. For a fleeting moment, I couldn't help think of Jamies eyes, so similar to the ones that looked back at me that it was nearly scary. At the thought of Jamie, the late-spring air held even more meaning; she'd be comming back from her father buisness trip soon. When, exactly, she wouldn't say. But soon. She always did.
The two pink orbs began to back away, deeper into the forest, but I watched them until the thick trees hid them away from me. But soon, their whirling pink depths were gone, and I felt myself standing, shakily, as I travelled to my bed. Sinking into the warm covers, I cast one last wanting glance at the window that held me into my jail sell, that seperated me from my desires, before switching off the light, and darkness surrounded me completely.
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"Cordelia!" I felt a weight crash into my side, thin arms wrapping around my body with suffocating strength. A laugh escaped my throat as I squeezed her back, though my smile became forced as her arms grazed the bruises along my back. Wincing inwardly, I pulled away to face Jamie, who stood beside my with a large grin. "I'm so glad to see you! I've missed you so much Delia!" Jamies smile was ear-to-ear as she spoke, bouncing on the balls of her feet in clearly unsurpressed excitement.
I couldn't help but give a laugh at this, bumping her hip. "So, where were you anyways?" I asked, my head cocking to the right a bit, similar to an animal. I was used to these yearly buisness trips that started in the fall and ended in the spring, but I never quite gotten an answer as to where they went off to every year.
Her voice was far too casual as she replied, "Oh... Well, you know, down in France. I would've called you, but, uhh, busy, busy!" Her grin seemed stressed and forced as she explained this, something like you'd hear in a movie. I swallowed the lump that rose in my throat, threatening to ask the question that burned in my mind. The chilling air sent a shiver up my spine, a silent warning that something wasn't right.
"Right, right. So-" I stopped, mid sentance, as Jamies body began to shake, her arms moving downward to clutch her stomach. "Um, JJ, are you doing okay...?" But she was already bolting, to where I couldn't be sure, before I could even finish. Racing off, arms still clutched around her stomach and body still shaking violently. Into the forest she went, leaving me with only a short glance at her chocolate brown hair before she dissapeared, into the lush green trees and dense darkness of the forests depths.
A sigh escaped my lips as I watched her run off, clearly about to hurl. Casting a last look around me, I dove in after her, squinting against the dim light in search of her brilliant pink eyes. To my left, I heard a low moan of agony, my head snapping painfully in its direction. "Jamie, its okay, just take a deep brea- Jamie?" My voice shook, releasing a low, rattling breath, as I watched her spine shake and bend, her body twitching and shaking. She seemed to be shaking off her own skin, replacing it with fur that steadily grew from her body.
"Damnnit, Jamie, would you be careful?!" It was the last thing I heard, a male, before a harsh weight came down on the back of my head, and I felt my body hit the ground. The ground was cold on my skin, as the world spun for a fleeting moment, then it was black. Completely black.
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My eyes rolled in the back of my head as voices reached my ears; one female, one male. They seemed to be... arguing? "Jamie, I told you! You can't rush into this so quickly! You've had too many shifts, you know that your not as strong as you used to be!" The voice sounded familliar, for a moment, before my senses came rushing back with painful speed. He'd knocked me out; how kind. He sounded exhasperated as he spoke, and it was clear he'd went over this with her quite a few times already.
"I get that, but come on, Mason! She's my best friend! I can't just watch her from these woods, knowing that a few trees are the only things that seperate us all winter, just to wait until I know I'm completely stable. I just can't do that. I can't." I'd never heard Jamie so weak, and for a moment I wondered if it was really her who was speaking. She seemed so weak, so pained, that I found myself opening my eyes, their figures blurred and smudged, but still distinguished.
"Mason... Why couldn't I have been normal? Being a wolf... Its killing me. I have to lie to her every year... What am I gonna do now? Mason, I really think this is my last year, and I know that you know it too. What am I supposed to do, just say, 'oh, by the way, sorry but I never get too see you again, bye!' I mean, seriously!" Her voice cracked then, and without even glancing at her, I could already imagine the smal, glittering tear as it slid down her cheek.
I didn't get to hear Masons reply before a sharp intke of breath came from Jamie; busted. "Cordelia! Y-your awake! Thank goodness, I mean, that tree branch it you pretty hard, you were probably hallucinating at some point..." She trailed off from her shaky rambling as I sat up, my expression hard.
"Come on Jamie, seriously? Sit in front of me for five minutes talking about being a wolf, talking about saying that your never gonna see me again, I mean, what is this?!" My voice was shrill, breaking despite my intentions. I felt tears springing up in my eyes, whether it be from rage or hurt, I've no idea.
She must have been craz- the eyes. The eyes! I couldn't help remembering those two pink orbs, out in the distance of the forest, so much like the teary-eyed ones that watched me now. Wolf... Wolf... "D-Delia..." Jamies eyes travelled from me to Mason, obviously asking for permission. He was a middle aged guy, with short black hair, and seemed to be at war with himself.
Finally, after several minutes of Jamies desperately pleading looks towards him, he heaved a large huff before throwing his hands up in the air, whirling around and marching over, grumbling to himself about persistent teenagers. I, personally, would have taken this as a no towards whatever permission she was asking for, but in her eyes, it was obviously a reluctant yes, because a wide smile of delight spread across her lips.
"Delia..." A large intake of breath, then she's was diving in, explaining anything and everything.
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"Fetch" I teased Jamie with dog jokes, booting the soccer ball into the woods, a smile played on my lips as she stuck her tongue out in response. Honestly, I just wanted to hurry out of the house before Tara got home, whom was actually pulling into the driveway at that moment. "Bet I can race you!" I giggled, practically hearing my bruised limbs screaming in protest as I took off down the sloping yard, toward the soothing shelter of the woods.
Jamies laugh echoed in my ears as she bolted after me, and I couldn't help but search for a small bit of wolf-like sounds within the laugh, which I found, ever-so faint. Near the woods, we slowed our paces, and for an indulgent moment, it was just me and the forest...
I was running. Running as though I were the wind itself, my paws drumming against the frosty earth as the forest blurred around me at my speed. I felt the rest of the pack around me, close and comforting, the family I'd never been graced with. The feeling was electric, hearing from miles away, feeling the vibrations of the earth through my paw steps, being so wild and free, my body bruis-less and unscathed by my older sister. Jamie ran at my side, her chocolate pelt warm against my own, while the cool air surrounded us. Never before had I felt so alive, so complete, and it wasn't even real...
"Hellooo? Earth to Lia?" Jamie giggled, bumping my shoulder playfully. For a moment, it took all my strength not to wince at the pain that seered through my body, the bruises practically throbbing under my sweater. My gaze solemn, I turned to face her, the pleading in my eyes nearly bordering on desperation.
"JJ... I want to be a wolf." The laugh that escaped her lips was high and quick, like a bark. I could detect a bitter air to this laugh of hers, disbelieving towards my need for that feeling to overcome me once again. But I wanted it to be real. She just stared at me, not a stare that said she was waiting for me to speak, but a stare that said she was trying to put the pieces of this request together, as if the very idea were so complicated that it was a puzzle for her. Finally, her eyes closed, shaking her head slightly in response, this gesture looking as though it was killing her to say this.
"No, Delia, I can't do that to you." Her voice was small, so small that I had to listen hard to hear it over the whisper of the trees. For a moment, I could have sworn that a tear glissened in the weak sunlight on her cheek, but she was turning away before I could be sure. At first, I thought she was leaving, but she simply stood there, hands in her pockets.
"Yes you can Jamie, you should." My voice shook, and I new it was comming. The truth. The single truth I've never told.
"No, I shouldn't, and I won't."
"Jamie... Please."
"Delia! I can't do it, okay?! I will not put you through this life of pain! I just can't! Lia, I love you, I love you so, so much, and thats exactly why I can't hurt you like that! I can't just ruin your life that way." She dropped to the ground, leaning up against a tree with her head in her hands, shaking her head ever so slightly.
"My life was ruined a long time ago JJ. A long, long time ago." When I said it, I couldn't even be sure that she would hear it. My voice seemed to be breaking, failing me so that I was left with only a rasping little whisper. My bruises and scars were more pronounced then ever now, burning my skin so badly that I felt myself clutching my shoulders.
The way she looked at me clearly showed that she had heard me, loud and clear. She looked so dumbstruck at this, her head beginning to shake in response once again, gradually growing faster until she opened her mouth to say something, but I cut her off, shaking my own head now. "No, Jamie, please just listen." I whispered, a tear sliding down my cheek, eventually falling to the frosty earth beneath me. "Please."
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For a moment, she didn't say a word. She studied my face, wordless for the first time in a long time. While she studied me, I studied the ground, not daring to lift my eyes to meet her gaze. Then, suddenly, her arms were around me, pulling me into her grasp. I'd barely even heard her stand from her place at the base of the tree- I guess it was a wolf thing, since I hadn't heard Mason creep up behind us earlier, either.
"Delia... I still can't do it." She whispered, voice shaky from my revelation.
"But-"
"I can't, Lia. But I will get you out of that house. Your comming with me." She gripped my rist firmly, tugging my ownwards, deeper into the forest.
"What? JJ, where are we-" She shushed me, still tugging me along without hesitation.
A small cabin-like place came up ahead, looking small, but... Cozy. It looked warm, welcoming, in a way that my house had never done. It was a log cabin, secluded by the forests close-hugging trees, but still looking perfectly at home with the nature, something that brang a small, barely-noticible smile to my lips. Already, I could feel myself giving in to Jamies tugging, just at the sight of the welcoming cabin.
"JJ, why are you taking me here?" I sighed, shaking my head a bit as she shoed me through the door, into the homey-looking living room.
"Your staying with us!"
"Jamie! I can't, Tara would kill m- Wait, us?" I cocked an eyebrow, clearly confused by this choice of words.
"Yes, us. All the wolves stay here in the summer and late spring." Jamie explained, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
Silently, I wondered how normal she could feel after everything that happened the past two days, but I could help feel reassured by her mood; it reminded me that some things never changed. I pondered on this thought for awhile, before her previous words came back to me. "Jamie, you know I can't stay here. Tara would beat me to death... Literally."
"Thats if she can't find you. These woods are forbidden, remember? Its crawling with "vicious beasts", remember?" She did that eyebrow thing that guys sometimes did while flirting, causing me to bite back a giggle. "Besides, surely she'd have the sense not to call the police; even she has to understand that she'd practically be telling you, 'Oh, here you go Cordelia! Go ahead and tell them all about our time together! I mean, seriously, she's gotta have that much common sense. So she'd be on her own, and if I do recall correctly, she has some sort of rational fear of animals. Soooo, exactly how likely eould it be that she'd venture this deep into the woods to find you?" Despite my only telling her about my abusive sister barely 15 minutes before, it seemed as though she'd most definitely thought this logic out for awhile now.
"You know, you really didn't have to go through all that logic JJ. Your making my head hurt. Badly." I moaned, flopping onto the snug couch with aching limbs. I turned myself to face her, looking tired. "You know... There would be much less chance of her finding me if I was a wolf half the year." I waggled my eyebrows, a smirk playing on my lips. She sighed, shaking her head in response.
"So not funny."
I shrugged, deciding it was worth the shot. "You look like crap, Lia, get some sleep, alright?" Jamie crossed the small room, pulling one of many warm-looking blankets from a shelf, before laying it over my body. I murmured something incomprehensible as a melted sank into the fluffy pillow, my mind going much too blank to form propor words.
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I don't know what woke me up. I don't know why I felt the need to go outside. But I know that I did it.
"Mason?" The wolf slid from the shadows, deep grey figure, his green depths of eyes so human-like that I felt a shiver trace my bruised spine. The wolf, in response, backed away, wary of my human body, of the body that he had been wearing only hours before. I took a step ahead.
I wanted this life so badly. I wanted to feel freedom, I wanted to feel like a part of something, but over all that, I just wanted to feel like I had a family. A real family, not like Tara. My pink eyes searched his leaf-green ones, despret now. I needed to feel that sensation again, of being wild and just... Wolf. No Delia. No Tara. Just wolf.
"I'm sorry Mason..." My hand clutched the rock tight, my knuckles gone white at the harsh grip, as we stared at eachother, his gaze curious, while mine was pained. My eyes shut tight, I tossed not only the jagged stone, but the life I currently had. The life of a human, the life with Tara, the life I'd always known. I heard the stone make contact, resulting in a snarl of shock and anger, and as I braced myself, the impact hit.
Jaws connected with my arm, sending jolts of white-hot pain through my body, a sensation I never could have imagined possible. But then it was gone. The weight was lifted by another, snarling and spitting at Mason. Opening my eyes to a pitifully hazy eyesight, I realized that I was on the ground now, looking up at Mason, as a wolf, and a wolf that seemed to be white as snow, jaws snapping at Mason in warning. With one last low growl, Mason backed away. Alpha.
I watched, world spinning in a rage around me, as the white wolf marched the snarling Mason off into the tree's, their majestic bodies seemingly one as they matched eachother step by step, white wolf in the lead. With the blood rushing in my ears, so loud yet so faint, I can barely say I heard Jamies cries, put soon she was at my side, screaming, but whether it be at me or the wolves, I couldn't be sure.
Jamies thin, athletic arms hauled my bleeding body through the door of the wolves' place, tossing me down onto the couch I'd slept in, seemingly weeks ago, despite the few minutes that had passed since I'd been fast asleep on it, wrapped in blankets. While Jamies yelling continued, I barely heard her, only felt her fingers on my skin as she wrapped my arm in bandages. Knowing that I'd soon be a wolf was like having your first kiss; I couldn't stop smiling.
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"Lia, please cover that up." Masons voice seemed pained as he spoke, forhead stuffed in his palm. It took me a moment to realize he was talking about my bicep, were the scarring of his jaws still remained. Sighing, I slid the sleeve of my shirt down to the crook of my arm. Rolling my eyes slightly, I dropped into the chair across from him, shaking my head slightly.
"Mason, why do you beat yourself up over that? I was the one that threw the rock because I wanted to be a wolf. All you did was follow the plan." I told him for what seemed like the millionth time since then. "You know... I really am sorry that I had to do that to you. I didn't want you to have to feel bad about this." My voice was much more hollow now, my gaze flickering back and forth between him and the floor.
Jamie and I had decided not to tell him about his wolf-attack for awhile, thinking it would be better to ease him into it after a few days. But before we knew it, days stretched into a week, a week into two weeks, and finally we were left with a sick Delia and a suspicious Mason. Of course, he caught on once I started getting sick, but he just didn't grasp one of the smaller details so quickly; that it was he who'd bit me.
He found out the day after I'd gotten sick. Jamie and I had been deciding how we'd tell him, or if we'd tell him, when he decided to do the whole stealth-wolf thing and listen in on our conversation. Let's just say, that didn't go well.
My train of thought was broken by the sound of a chair sliding out, and Masons arms wrapping around me. "I know, I know Delia." His voice was a whisper as he hugged me tight, a smile forming on my face at his understand. Soft footsteps sounded from the hallway, followed by Jamies, "[/i]D'awww![/i]" and another pair of arms wrapping around our bodies.
Laughing softly at her gesture, I found myself realizing that here I was; surrounded by my family. My real family. Over Masons shoulder, my eyes found the small window. Looking out that window, I pictured Taras house. Not my house, Taras house; it was no longer my house. Honestly, I never had felt as if it were my own. It had always seemed so... Temporary. Looking out at that Imaginary house, I tried to feel some sort of regret; she was my blood family, after all. But I felt nothing. Not one bit. Once again, I felt that odd sensation I'd gotten at the thought of being a wolf; I couldn't stop smiling.
My home. My family. My life.
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Other:
I am looking to adore...
Picture:
Kennel number:
P107
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Name:
Cordelia Davies
Nickname(s):
Cor, Delia, Lia/Leah
Meaning Of Name:
Cordelia is a common first name in English. It is an elaboration of the word 'cor', which means 'heart' in Latin. In Celtic usages, the name is generally understood to mean 'daughter of the sea' or 'jewel of the sea' (sometimes translated as 'star of the sea' or as another such item associated with brilliance and value), due to its association with the mythological Welsh figure of Creiddylad.
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Breed:
Shifting Wolfess
Forms:
-Human
-Wolfess
About Breed:
(This story takes place before the books, when they have the knowledge that they had about the species before Sam, Grace, Cole, and Isabel came along.)
For those of you who have read the book, or whole series, of "Shiver", then you'll understand exactly what Delia is. For those of you whom have not...
This species of wolves start off as humans, but once bitten by the certain species of wolves, they have aproximately 2 weeks or so before they start feeling sick, and eventually they'll start shifting. These wolves shift only in the cold weather, so most start shifting back into their human-self near late spring or early summer, depending on how many shifts they'd had already. Each time a wolf shifts, he has less shifts left. Eventually, he'll run out of shifts and will remain a wolf forever, without shifting back to a human, and live the lifespan of a normal wolf. They communicate through pictures shown in eachothers mind, while losing all their human memories and thoughts. Also, when they shift, the single human part of them that they keep are their eyes.
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Why do you want this animal:
Firstly, I'd just like to say sogurgbdjfbdufbrhdrujnbdjf O.O She's so gorgeous, like she's simple but so intricate, a mass of condridictions. Just with a glance at her, the personality of the character just sort of comes out, making itself. She has true character, something that just speaks out in ways words cannot compare to.
The first thing I noticed was her side. It made me think of a pink ribbon, dancing along her pelt and adding to her blinding beauty. It reminded me of long ago, when I'd taken Dance lessons. Then I saw her face; like whirling chocolate as they swirl around her face in delicate patterns, or like wings begging to take flight. Finally I saw her nose: I'm a total sucker for speckled noses, and for split noses, and now they're conveniently wrapped up in one pretty package <3 ilu Spotty x3
What will you do for it:
Being honest, I cannot promise loads of art as so many people do, despite knowing that they probably won't. I, on the other hand, will be spoiling her with short stories, doodles all over my homework, and Poems in which she will be my muse. I'm also working on getting my Character thread updated and de-dust-a-fied, so she'll be having a snug little home there. And I know of someone who is wonderful at making avatars, and I'll be doing my best to obtain an avatar of Delia <3
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Personality:
Many would call her... different. She's quite the dreamer, always off in her own world while class inches on, but this, evidently, is rather normal for a teenager. What makes her so different is her philosiphal ways, which mixed with her hard-headedness and her love of adventure and mystery, makes putting things past her horribly difficult. She's most definitely not naive, I can tell you that much.
Her sister always said that she got her hard-headed attitude from her mother, but Cordelia wouldn't know, since she had been too young to remember much about her mother before she'd died in a car accident. Still, Delia is hard-headed and she knows it perfectly well, nor does she care. She believes in being herself and trusting that someone will love her for it.
Like everyone else, Delia has her flaws. Because of her sister, learning to trust someone else takes many long months, even years, for Delia to do. With those she doesn't trust, or hasn't learned to trust yet, she will flinch or step away when they attempt to touch her. She's very wary around new people, often comming across as self-sentered, despite the truth being the complete opposit. She actually has trouble caring about herself, while she freaks out over other people not treating themselves well.
Cordelia has learned to protect her life and feelings from others. Her sister, unknowingly, helps her do this. When shes hit, its often on the head, cheeks, back, or shoulders. On the head, Cordelias hair easily covers it, on her cheeks, theres nothing a little makeup can't fix, and on her back and shoulders, her shirts cover it just as easily as her hair. So, because of this, not a single soul knows of her abusive sister, and being the loner-type that she is, she doesn't find it that hard not to speak out. The only person she cannot hide her feelings from is her sister, which is something that pains her horribly, considering her sister is the single person that she'd rather hide them from in the first place.
Finally, she tends to freak out, constantly being on edge. Sometimes she'll burst at the smallest of things, only because she holds it all in the rest of the time.
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Likes:
WIP
Dislikes:
WIP
Stats:
...Physical stats...
Fur~ Soft grey/brown, darker in the face, back, tail-tip, and lower legs with a light pink strip across her sides // Sleek and slightly softer then most
Eyes~ Light pink, slightly darker around the edges // Often shiny and noticible
Nose~ Darker grey-brown, pale pinkish speckles to her left side of the nose // smooth and moist
Build~ Lean and slim, long and athletic legs
...Other stats...
Orientation~ Parshly Bixesual, more commonly straight
Age~ Fourteen (In human years)
Place of Birth~ Mercy Falls
Intelligence~ Slightly above average, not by much
...Favorites...
Color~ Orpahn blue
Animal~ Wolf, obviously
Drink~ Strawberry Milkshake
Food~ Salami, pepperoni, ham, cheese, and lettuce Sub
Gender~ Male // She finds them less uptight, touchy, jealous, etc. etc.
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History/Background:
The pain in my cheek was unbearable as Tara's hand came down like a whip, her expression hard and steely. The 'too hot' tea that she'd wanted was thrown back at me, the china cup shattering on the ground while the hot liquid seered my skin, leaving red hot marks in its place. I braced myself as she shoved her body hard against mine, sending me to the wall where my shoulder collided with a harsh thud. I could hear her heavy breathing now, but it was steadying. I knew not to open my eyes; she was finished now, and I'd learned long ago to keep quiet, small, and closed until she'd left.
Soft footsteps were heard on their way to the door, muffled by the dark carpet under our feet. I heard the door swing shut behind her, and the vibrating slam that followed. My breath came out in a rush of air, as I let my body drop to the soft carpet, my back leaning up against my wall. I heard a soft thud as I rolled my head back, resting it on the wall along with the rest of my body. My eyes were still closed, not bearing to look down at the new marks Tara left on my body tonight.
A soft melody floated around me, as somewhere in the woods, the wolves threw their heads back on howled a mournful sound, so sweet to my ears. My eyes, open now, strayed to my open window, as they continued their sorrowful song, as if mourning the new bruises that lines my cheeks. For a moment, a felt my mouth shaping an O, following suit, but as realization of my actions hit me, my mouth slid back into the small frown in which it rarely strayed from.
Only an open window blocked me from my freedom, but I stood motionless as I stared out into its dark depths of night. The late-spring breeze danced around me, teasing me. Through the dense darkness that loomed before me, I watched as two glowing pink orbs aproached. Eyes. Wolf eyes. They were much like my own, but not quite. For a fleeting moment, I couldn't help think of Jamies eyes, so similar to the ones that looked back at me that it was nearly scary. At the thought of Jamie, the late-spring air held even more meaning; she'd be comming back from her father buisness trip soon. When, exactly, she wouldn't say. But soon. She always did.
The two pink orbs began to back away, deeper into the forest, but I watched them until the thick trees hid them away from me. But soon, their whirling pink depths were gone, and I felt myself standing, shakily, as I travelled to my bed. Sinking into the warm covers, I cast one last wanting glance at the window that held me into my jail sell, that seperated me from my desires, before switching off the light, and darkness surrounded me completely.
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"Cordelia!" I felt a weight crash into my side, thin arms wrapping around my body with suffocating strength. A laugh escaped my throat as I squeezed her back, though my smile became forced as her arms grazed the bruises along my back. Wincing inwardly, I pulled away to face Jamie, who stood beside my with a large grin. "I'm so glad to see you! I've missed you so much Delia!" Jamies smile was ear-to-ear as she spoke, bouncing on the balls of her feet in clearly unsurpressed excitement.
I couldn't help but give a laugh at this, bumping her hip. "So, where were you anyways?" I asked, my head cocking to the right a bit, similar to an animal. I was used to these yearly buisness trips that started in the fall and ended in the spring, but I never quite gotten an answer as to where they went off to every year.
Her voice was far too casual as she replied, "Oh... Well, you know, down in France. I would've called you, but, uhh, busy, busy!" Her grin seemed stressed and forced as she explained this, something like you'd hear in a movie. I swallowed the lump that rose in my throat, threatening to ask the question that burned in my mind. The chilling air sent a shiver up my spine, a silent warning that something wasn't right.
"Right, right. So-" I stopped, mid sentance, as Jamies body began to shake, her arms moving downward to clutch her stomach. "Um, JJ, are you doing okay...?" But she was already bolting, to where I couldn't be sure, before I could even finish. Racing off, arms still clutched around her stomach and body still shaking violently. Into the forest she went, leaving me with only a short glance at her chocolate brown hair before she dissapeared, into the lush green trees and dense darkness of the forests depths.
A sigh escaped my lips as I watched her run off, clearly about to hurl. Casting a last look around me, I dove in after her, squinting against the dim light in search of her brilliant pink eyes. To my left, I heard a low moan of agony, my head snapping painfully in its direction. "Jamie, its okay, just take a deep brea- Jamie?" My voice shook, releasing a low, rattling breath, as I watched her spine shake and bend, her body twitching and shaking. She seemed to be shaking off her own skin, replacing it with fur that steadily grew from her body.
"Damnnit, Jamie, would you be careful?!" It was the last thing I heard, a male, before a harsh weight came down on the back of my head, and I felt my body hit the ground. The ground was cold on my skin, as the world spun for a fleeting moment, then it was black. Completely black.
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My eyes rolled in the back of my head as voices reached my ears; one female, one male. They seemed to be... arguing? "Jamie, I told you! You can't rush into this so quickly! You've had too many shifts, you know that your not as strong as you used to be!" The voice sounded familliar, for a moment, before my senses came rushing back with painful speed. He'd knocked me out; how kind. He sounded exhasperated as he spoke, and it was clear he'd went over this with her quite a few times already.
"I get that, but come on, Mason! She's my best friend! I can't just watch her from these woods, knowing that a few trees are the only things that seperate us all winter, just to wait until I know I'm completely stable. I just can't do that. I can't." I'd never heard Jamie so weak, and for a moment I wondered if it was really her who was speaking. She seemed so weak, so pained, that I found myself opening my eyes, their figures blurred and smudged, but still distinguished.
"Mason... Why couldn't I have been normal? Being a wolf... Its killing me. I have to lie to her every year... What am I gonna do now? Mason, I really think this is my last year, and I know that you know it too. What am I supposed to do, just say, 'oh, by the way, sorry but I never get too see you again, bye!' I mean, seriously!" Her voice cracked then, and without even glancing at her, I could already imagine the smal, glittering tear as it slid down her cheek.
I didn't get to hear Masons reply before a sharp intke of breath came from Jamie; busted. "Cordelia! Y-your awake! Thank goodness, I mean, that tree branch it you pretty hard, you were probably hallucinating at some point..." She trailed off from her shaky rambling as I sat up, my expression hard.
"Come on Jamie, seriously? Sit in front of me for five minutes talking about being a wolf, talking about saying that your never gonna see me again, I mean, what is this?!" My voice was shrill, breaking despite my intentions. I felt tears springing up in my eyes, whether it be from rage or hurt, I've no idea.
She must have been craz- the eyes. The eyes! I couldn't help remembering those two pink orbs, out in the distance of the forest, so much like the teary-eyed ones that watched me now. Wolf... Wolf... "D-Delia..." Jamies eyes travelled from me to Mason, obviously asking for permission. He was a middle aged guy, with short black hair, and seemed to be at war with himself.
Finally, after several minutes of Jamies desperately pleading looks towards him, he heaved a large huff before throwing his hands up in the air, whirling around and marching over, grumbling to himself about persistent teenagers. I, personally, would have taken this as a no towards whatever permission she was asking for, but in her eyes, it was obviously a reluctant yes, because a wide smile of delight spread across her lips.
"Delia..." A large intake of breath, then she's was diving in, explaining anything and everything.
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"Fetch" I teased Jamie with dog jokes, booting the soccer ball into the woods, a smile played on my lips as she stuck her tongue out in response. Honestly, I just wanted to hurry out of the house before Tara got home, whom was actually pulling into the driveway at that moment. "Bet I can race you!" I giggled, practically hearing my bruised limbs screaming in protest as I took off down the sloping yard, toward the soothing shelter of the woods.
Jamies laugh echoed in my ears as she bolted after me, and I couldn't help but search for a small bit of wolf-like sounds within the laugh, which I found, ever-so faint. Near the woods, we slowed our paces, and for an indulgent moment, it was just me and the forest...
I was running. Running as though I were the wind itself, my paws drumming against the frosty earth as the forest blurred around me at my speed. I felt the rest of the pack around me, close and comforting, the family I'd never been graced with. The feeling was electric, hearing from miles away, feeling the vibrations of the earth through my paw steps, being so wild and free, my body bruis-less and unscathed by my older sister. Jamie ran at my side, her chocolate pelt warm against my own, while the cool air surrounded us. Never before had I felt so alive, so complete, and it wasn't even real...
"Hellooo? Earth to Lia?" Jamie giggled, bumping my shoulder playfully. For a moment, it took all my strength not to wince at the pain that seered through my body, the bruises practically throbbing under my sweater. My gaze solemn, I turned to face her, the pleading in my eyes nearly bordering on desperation.
"JJ... I want to be a wolf." The laugh that escaped her lips was high and quick, like a bark. I could detect a bitter air to this laugh of hers, disbelieving towards my need for that feeling to overcome me once again. But I wanted it to be real. She just stared at me, not a stare that said she was waiting for me to speak, but a stare that said she was trying to put the pieces of this request together, as if the very idea were so complicated that it was a puzzle for her. Finally, her eyes closed, shaking her head slightly in response, this gesture looking as though it was killing her to say this.
"No, Delia, I can't do that to you." Her voice was small, so small that I had to listen hard to hear it over the whisper of the trees. For a moment, I could have sworn that a tear glissened in the weak sunlight on her cheek, but she was turning away before I could be sure. At first, I thought she was leaving, but she simply stood there, hands in her pockets.
"Yes you can Jamie, you should." My voice shook, and I new it was comming. The truth. The single truth I've never told.
"No, I shouldn't, and I won't."
"Jamie... Please."
"Delia! I can't do it, okay?! I will not put you through this life of pain! I just can't! Lia, I love you, I love you so, so much, and thats exactly why I can't hurt you like that! I can't just ruin your life that way." She dropped to the ground, leaning up against a tree with her head in her hands, shaking her head ever so slightly.
"My life was ruined a long time ago JJ. A long, long time ago." When I said it, I couldn't even be sure that she would hear it. My voice seemed to be breaking, failing me so that I was left with only a rasping little whisper. My bruises and scars were more pronounced then ever now, burning my skin so badly that I felt myself clutching my shoulders.
The way she looked at me clearly showed that she had heard me, loud and clear. She looked so dumbstruck at this, her head beginning to shake in response once again, gradually growing faster until she opened her mouth to say something, but I cut her off, shaking my own head now. "No, Jamie, please just listen." I whispered, a tear sliding down my cheek, eventually falling to the frosty earth beneath me. "Please."
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For a moment, she didn't say a word. She studied my face, wordless for the first time in a long time. While she studied me, I studied the ground, not daring to lift my eyes to meet her gaze. Then, suddenly, her arms were around me, pulling me into her grasp. I'd barely even heard her stand from her place at the base of the tree- I guess it was a wolf thing, since I hadn't heard Mason creep up behind us earlier, either.
"Delia... I still can't do it." She whispered, voice shaky from my revelation.
"But-"
"I can't, Lia. But I will get you out of that house. Your comming with me." She gripped my rist firmly, tugging my ownwards, deeper into the forest.
"What? JJ, where are we-" She shushed me, still tugging me along without hesitation.
A small cabin-like place came up ahead, looking small, but... Cozy. It looked warm, welcoming, in a way that my house had never done. It was a log cabin, secluded by the forests close-hugging trees, but still looking perfectly at home with the nature, something that brang a small, barely-noticible smile to my lips. Already, I could feel myself giving in to Jamies tugging, just at the sight of the welcoming cabin.
"JJ, why are you taking me here?" I sighed, shaking my head a bit as she shoed me through the door, into the homey-looking living room.
"Your staying with us!"
"Jamie! I can't, Tara would kill m- Wait, us?" I cocked an eyebrow, clearly confused by this choice of words.
"Yes, us. All the wolves stay here in the summer and late spring." Jamie explained, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
Silently, I wondered how normal she could feel after everything that happened the past two days, but I could help feel reassured by her mood; it reminded me that some things never changed. I pondered on this thought for awhile, before her previous words came back to me. "Jamie, you know I can't stay here. Tara would beat me to death... Literally."
"Thats if she can't find you. These woods are forbidden, remember? Its crawling with "vicious beasts", remember?" She did that eyebrow thing that guys sometimes did while flirting, causing me to bite back a giggle. "Besides, surely she'd have the sense not to call the police; even she has to understand that she'd practically be telling you, 'Oh, here you go Cordelia! Go ahead and tell them all about our time together! I mean, seriously, she's gotta have that much common sense. So she'd be on her own, and if I do recall correctly, she has some sort of rational fear of animals. Soooo, exactly how likely eould it be that she'd venture this deep into the woods to find you?" Despite my only telling her about my abusive sister barely 15 minutes before, it seemed as though she'd most definitely thought this logic out for awhile now.
"You know, you really didn't have to go through all that logic JJ. Your making my head hurt. Badly." I moaned, flopping onto the snug couch with aching limbs. I turned myself to face her, looking tired. "You know... There would be much less chance of her finding me if I was a wolf half the year." I waggled my eyebrows, a smirk playing on my lips. She sighed, shaking her head in response.
"So not funny."
I shrugged, deciding it was worth the shot. "You look like crap, Lia, get some sleep, alright?" Jamie crossed the small room, pulling one of many warm-looking blankets from a shelf, before laying it over my body. I murmured something incomprehensible as a melted sank into the fluffy pillow, my mind going much too blank to form propor words.
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I don't know what woke me up. I don't know why I felt the need to go outside. But I know that I did it.
"Mason?" The wolf slid from the shadows, deep grey figure, his green depths of eyes so human-like that I felt a shiver trace my bruised spine. The wolf, in response, backed away, wary of my human body, of the body that he had been wearing only hours before. I took a step ahead.
I wanted this life so badly. I wanted to feel freedom, I wanted to feel like a part of something, but over all that, I just wanted to feel like I had a family. A real family, not like Tara. My pink eyes searched his leaf-green ones, despret now. I needed to feel that sensation again, of being wild and just... Wolf. No Delia. No Tara. Just wolf.
"I'm sorry Mason..." My hand clutched the rock tight, my knuckles gone white at the harsh grip, as we stared at eachother, his gaze curious, while mine was pained. My eyes shut tight, I tossed not only the jagged stone, but the life I currently had. The life of a human, the life with Tara, the life I'd always known. I heard the stone make contact, resulting in a snarl of shock and anger, and as I braced myself, the impact hit.
Jaws connected with my arm, sending jolts of white-hot pain through my body, a sensation I never could have imagined possible. But then it was gone. The weight was lifted by another, snarling and spitting at Mason. Opening my eyes to a pitifully hazy eyesight, I realized that I was on the ground now, looking up at Mason, as a wolf, and a wolf that seemed to be white as snow, jaws snapping at Mason in warning. With one last low growl, Mason backed away. Alpha.
I watched, world spinning in a rage around me, as the white wolf marched the snarling Mason off into the tree's, their majestic bodies seemingly one as they matched eachother step by step, white wolf in the lead. With the blood rushing in my ears, so loud yet so faint, I can barely say I heard Jamies cries, put soon she was at my side, screaming, but whether it be at me or the wolves, I couldn't be sure.
Jamies thin, athletic arms hauled my bleeding body through the door of the wolves' place, tossing me down onto the couch I'd slept in, seemingly weeks ago, despite the few minutes that had passed since I'd been fast asleep on it, wrapped in blankets. While Jamies yelling continued, I barely heard her, only felt her fingers on my skin as she wrapped my arm in bandages. Knowing that I'd soon be a wolf was like having your first kiss; I couldn't stop smiling.
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"Lia, please cover that up." Masons voice seemed pained as he spoke, forhead stuffed in his palm. It took me a moment to realize he was talking about my bicep, were the scarring of his jaws still remained. Sighing, I slid the sleeve of my shirt down to the crook of my arm. Rolling my eyes slightly, I dropped into the chair across from him, shaking my head slightly.
"Mason, why do you beat yourself up over that? I was the one that threw the rock because I wanted to be a wolf. All you did was follow the plan." I told him for what seemed like the millionth time since then. "You know... I really am sorry that I had to do that to you. I didn't want you to have to feel bad about this." My voice was much more hollow now, my gaze flickering back and forth between him and the floor.
Jamie and I had decided not to tell him about his wolf-attack for awhile, thinking it would be better to ease him into it after a few days. But before we knew it, days stretched into a week, a week into two weeks, and finally we were left with a sick Delia and a suspicious Mason. Of course, he caught on once I started getting sick, but he just didn't grasp one of the smaller details so quickly; that it was he who'd bit me.
He found out the day after I'd gotten sick. Jamie and I had been deciding how we'd tell him, or if we'd tell him, when he decided to do the whole stealth-wolf thing and listen in on our conversation. Let's just say, that didn't go well.
My train of thought was broken by the sound of a chair sliding out, and Masons arms wrapping around me. "I know, I know Delia." His voice was a whisper as he hugged me tight, a smile forming on my face at his understand. Soft footsteps sounded from the hallway, followed by Jamies, "[/i]D'awww![/i]" and another pair of arms wrapping around our bodies.
Laughing softly at her gesture, I found myself realizing that here I was; surrounded by my family. My real family. Over Masons shoulder, my eyes found the small window. Looking out that window, I pictured Taras house. Not my house, Taras house; it was no longer my house. Honestly, I never had felt as if it were my own. It had always seemed so... Temporary. Looking out at that Imaginary house, I tried to feel some sort of regret; she was my blood family, after all. But I felt nothing. Not one bit. Once again, I felt that odd sensation I'd gotten at the thought of being a wolf; I couldn't stop smiling.
My home. My family. My life.
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Other:
Usually, when I write forms for a character I love as much as this one, I feel so stressed and pressed for time. But with Lia, even with the few days I'd had to prepare a form for her, I've never had such a good time writing out a form <3
Well, I'd just like to say good luck to all the contestant going for the other characters (Since I'm the only one going for Delia x3) and I wish everyone the best of results on the codedrop ^^
She is more quiet when she is sad or angry, and uses as little words as possible on a good day. Instead of saying, "Look out for the gigantic flying octopus!" Fey would say, "Watch for that." or "Watch."
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