Post by zora on Jan 29, 2010 1:58:49 GMT -5
º ßasics º
Calling: Zora.
Age: 2 and a half years old.
Gender: Female.
Species/Breed: Red fox, in silver.
º I §ee you £ooking at me º
Pelt/Hair color and length:Zora's pelt length is relavtively "fluffed", silver and black hair sticking in all sorts of directions. Her small muzzle, as well as the framing of her facial structure, is a noir black. But, as for the rest of her, her coat fades from all pigments and shades of silvers, greys, and blacks. Although the only purely white coated thing among her body, is the very tip of her bushy tail.
Eye color: Her eyes are almost a faded liquid gold, almost feline-like.
Build (height, weight, overall structure): She does not weigh up, being around 10.5 lbs. She is about 2 feet tall, not including her pionted ears. Zora is a slender creature, as most foxes are. Her paws are fairly small, leaving her to be a swift one when it comes to dodging and sprinting. Although she is slender exterior, under all the fluff her interior is fairly muscular for her size.
º The þast Molds Who We BecØme º
History: Zora was practically a pup before the war had taken place. The two-leggers were never a friend to the family and her, for they were hunted. Hunted and slaughtered for their tender meats, and uniquely pigmented pelts. They were forced to hide in a dark silence, due to the ignorance of the two-leggers. Zora had siblings, and parents, just as most did. She spent everyday with them, as if she had no other choice. It was rare for this fox to be able to leave her territory to befriend others, being that if they wanted to live, they were forced to be trapped. Forever. Or so it seemed. She hadn't lived much of her own life, by the time Erida's word had came to their family. Her parents, Kitsch and Nix were ambitious towards this plan of Erida's. Zora, and her siblings; Brother Rawn, and Sister Aura, took just as much interest. Thanks to the influence of their parents, Zora wanted to take part in the war. Being a mere pup, that had to be one the worst idea she had ever pursued. Following her parent's tracks, her siblings followed, straight into the slaughters of the two-leggers. What a horrid scene that would have been to a human, but to the eyes of a canine, it was not something that bothered them.
Unfortunately, one of the two-leggers had caught on to the slaugherings, and caught sight of her siblings. He had murdered Rawn, her only brother, on the spot. But he had not murdered Rawn, himself. One of the very few canines who had stuck along their handler's side, completely brainwashed to obey, had broken Rawn's neck. Being that he was a pup, he couldn't put up much of a fight against him. Although their father, Nix, had witness the scene seconds after sprinting by, he was much too late to save his only son. Nix had sank his teeth into revenge rather quickly, attacking the murderous canine with full force. In the end, the two had killed eachother. Literally. Leaving Zora and Aura scared and helpless, waiting in the midst for their mother to return. She never did return though. It killed Zora inside, not knowing what had truly happened with her mother. Was she dead? Was she lost? Was she hiding? Did she leave? Or was she just doomed to never find them again. From then on, Zora and her sister had raised one another. Side by side, like siblings should be. Practically inseperable. Until Aura found a mate, that is. Zora felt obligated to leave them be. There was no reason for her to stick around, being a burden. Eversince then, she has been roaming the lands on her own. Stopping to play with other along the way, remaining to belong to no one.
Personality: Your Spirited Trickster; Zora is one decieving little fox, her personality tugging you in all sorts of directions. She finds "sermons and stones, and the good in everything". The optimistic caregiver, she is. A strong attitude, and high spirited young fox. But, do not let this fool you. Although naturally uplifted with happiness, she doesn't feel trust for most canines. She enjoys the company, but does not want to pursue a relationship of any sort. No friendships. No mates. Nothing. Taking her for granted is a big no-no, leading to the logical reason of her being a loner. She feels she doesn't need to be dependent on a "pack", for she would more than likely turn on them anyway. Misuse her trust, and you'll find yourself drowning in a river. She doesn't find joy in a fight, she prefers to trick you into your own death. Zora can easily become overwelmed with an emotional overflow, which leads her to be unstable at times. Other than this, she is quite the problem solver within herself and doesn't mind being on her own. Although in the depths of her mind, she was wouldn't mind finding a mate or a good friend, that she could find the heart to trust in. And as for her energy levels, she transfers back and forth often. If she's not sprinting 'round the lands at full speed and playing with whover is near, she will be mellow as can be.
º †here's No Place £ike Home º
Parents: Kitsch (mother) and Nix (deceased).
Siblings: Aura. Rawn (deceased).
Other Family:N/a.
Friends: They come and go.
Group: N/a.
Rank: Loner.
º Prove ¥ourself º
Where did you find us?PBS.
If found in an ad please state who sent you:Erida
RPG Sample:
His heart was pumping hard now. Like a werewolf after phasing under the comfort of a full moon. Like the adreneline rush a vampire may get tasting human flesh, moments before taking a bite, feasting upon blood. It was like a frenzy, and he just couldn't stop himself. Even with all the will power in the world. Hearing her groan, he sighed against her lips. Taking the opportunity to breathe, he felt himself tense up as she kissed his neck. He knew that she could feel his blood flow, and he was positive that the copper-like scent of his blood was right under her nose. But did this bother him? Not at all. He continued to let his pulse race, trusting her not to bite. He was intoxiciated by the danger. The possibility of Sage sinking her teeth into his flesh. He took the time to enjoy the adrenline rush, playing with the fire that lay before him. It was as if she were a blue flame, instead of a fiery red. The blue flames were hotter than the other, but you still wanted to touch it. You wanted to touch it because it was beautiful, almost mesmerizing to stare into.[/font][/blockquote]
His grip on her was rougher than before, slipping his hand under her shirt to feel her stomach. For a vampire, her skin was slightly warm and soft. Much more soothing than touching a cold statue. Nipping her left lobe, he whispered into her ear, "I want you. I don't want anyone else but you." He breathed. In the back of his mind, he couldn't believe it himself. I've fallen in love with a vampire . . This was true. This is what he had been waiting for. Wanting. Needing. He was hungry for her. His hands traveled from her stomach to her back, pulling her closer, if that were even possible. He gave her a strong heated kiss, as he waited for some sort of permission to take her.
"You can have me.. As long as I can have you." Hearing this he didn't waste the time to hesitate. His kiss meshed with her smile, as he wound his finger tips into her hair once more. He heard himself groan into their kiss. Was that me? Pushing that thought into the back of his mind, his hands explored her body before tugging at her shirt. He took his time, undressing her. And undressing himself. This was supposed to be something special. Something meant to be savoured. He felt that she wanted this, just as much as he did. The only thing that ran laps in his mind was how much he cared for her. How just he cherrished her. And how he was in love with her. Those thoughts soon became blurred and swept away as every kiss, every touch, and every taste developed into a passion that carried on through the night.
In the morning . .
[/b][/color][/center]Kellen was awoken by slobber-like kisses along his face. Forcing his eyes open, they felt like they had been glued shut. It made his chocolate pools water a bit until he rubbed with his right hand. His eyesight finally coming into focus, he found himself face to face to Eskimo, his giant snow-coated dog. He grimaced, before squeezing his eyes closed again. "Go awaaaaaaaaay . ." He groaned, before flopping over so he was facing away from the dog. He felt his arm brush up against something. Opening his eyes once more, he expected to see Eskimo . . But instead, it was Sage, her back facing him. His beloved. He was almost in shock. What the hell . . What is she doing in MY bed. I could be dreaming. It was then he realized what had happened last night. He wasn't dreaming. It was the complete opposite. This was reality. No wonder I'm so exhausted . . He shook his head at himself. Sitting up, he looked around the room. Clothes were across the hard wood floors. Not just his clothing, but her's too. He could see the clock in his living room from here, only because the door was open. It was 2:00 in the afternoon. Sighing, he slunked back into the bed and huddled under the covers again. Pulling himself closer to Sage, he held her back to his chest, kissing the back of her neck.[/blockquote][/color]
"Wake up, love. It's like 2 in the afternoon." He smiled, playing with her hair, waiting for her stir.
tags; Sage!
notes; Nothing graphic, as promised. (:
She seems like a fun charrie!