








q. When is your birthday?
a. November 17th.
q. Do you like squids?
a. Whatever.
q. If you could be anyone, who would it be?
a. Anyone sexier than me.
q. Who do you have a crush on?
a. Nobody.
q. What's your favorite food?
a. Uhhh... Beef. Or any kind of meat.



Sable. wrote:but I can't compete with a she wolf who has brought me to my knees ~
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..: username :: -- Sable.
Yes, my username is Sable. I have had a collection of username in past on, but this is my one for now. Feel free to drop the . and capitol letter. I am owner to three other kiamaras; Artemis, Northern & Fern.
.: name :: -- Lupe
Her name is Lupe. luh-peh meaning 'wolf'. It is a shortened version of the Spanish Guadalupe, meaning 'river of the wolf.' Also Lupita, meaning 'little wolf' and possibly Lupa, meaning 'she-wolf'. I wanted a wolf name that would go along with the other wolf kiamara's name. Lupe is the only thing she'll respond to normally so nicknames are useless.
.: gender :: -- female
Lupe is most definitely, 100% female. She-wolf as she likes to refer to it. The stunning eyes, and layered coat just strike across as feminine to me. Don't call her girly though, unless you want to lose a finger.
.: personality :: -- short tempered.
theme song - She Wolf (falling to pieces)
Lupe is quite a stunning kiamara. While she is a bit sarcastic at times, and very short-tempered she knows how to work. She is an opportunist, and not afraid to step on who ever she needs to in order to get what she wants. She flaunts those pretty sunset eyes and bats her lashes to try fool others into doing her dirty work. She is known for having sticky paws, and being able to steal food from other kiamaras when they least expect it. While she is a conniving lass, she does have a friendly sweet side, reserved for those who manage to befriend her. She loves to help out her friends, and would do anything to protect them.
.: poem:: -- pictures of Lupe
Misty breath hangs in the air,
Dew clings to her claws.
Silent killer,
Silent watcher,
She-wolf waiting for the dawn.
Not a bird song,
Not a sound.
Nothing but the nibbling of grass and crunching of iced-over ground under paw
The adrenaline pumps
No time for thinking, just acting
She dances with the great beast, it's anters protruding proudly
Until she lunges at the beast's throat
And again all is silent.
Deadly hunter of the hills
Queen of taking life
It's dangerous to roam these hills alone
With she-wolf on the loose.
.: story :: -- Lupe's story
Letting the cold tickle her paws, and slowly numb them, the she-kiamara sat on the frozen hillside alone. Her breath painting small semi-visible streaks of steam in the air. It was a rare occurrence in winter; a dawn free of snow-bearing clouds, just a stretch of pale yellow and peach painted sky. A very picturesque scene, perhaps like you would see on the front of a greeting card.
Letting out a small sigh, creating a slightly bigger puff of steam, her eyes fixed onto the horizon, waiting for the sun. She did let herself to turn around and blink good bye to the moon, who was slipping over the other edge of the sky, but turned back to the sun then. Temptation gaining the better of her, the kiamara let out a long heart-piercingly woeful note; a howl similar to that of the wolf she resembled. A tiny part of her hoped for a reply, even though she knew there would never be one, at least not one from who she wanted it to be from.
A longer, heavier note was sung back to her. Just a pesky roving male wolf.
Her eyes twinkled as the sun finally made an appearance over the peak of the hill, bathing the valley in brilliant gold and red colours. "This used to be your favourite part." She says with a small smile, which disappears as soon as it appeared. And with a flick of her brown tail, she vanished into the snowy countryside.
Returning to be alone again.

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