Post by Sharubii on Feb 25, 2008 20:34:25 GMT -5
Character outline
About You
Name: Sharubii
Age: 14
How long you've been roleplaying: Dunno, a couple years? XD
Other: I like pie. :3
In Character
Name: Sharubii
Date of Birth: Uh. December 13?
Age: 4 years
Breed: Timber wolf
Gender: Female
Personality: Gentle and kind when she's calm, though when there's something that makes her mad, she will become gradually more aggressive and may end up fighting ferociously. (( Yes, I am going to edit. This is just a quick fix. ))
Appearance: A completely black pelt, with amber eyes. (( Same as up thurr. ))
History: The timber female whined, a low, painful dirge. Her contractions were getting worse by the minute, and she could feel the first of her litter start to slither out. Why this pain, this toruture? She winced briefly before looking up to the sky, as if there, the answer would be obvious. She narrowed her eyes, trying to ignore the agony she was in, this ceaseless agony that teased her so.
Beside her, the fae's mate crouched, murmuring words of encouragement. This, as with she, was his first litter of pups, and he was very excited. In fact, his eyes sparkled with enthusiasm at the idea of taking care of them. The sprightly black male, middle-aged but indefinitely young at heart, nuzzled his mate affectionately every time she cried out, always right beside her, always encouraging her to his best potential.
They were going to be parents.
It felt like an eternity until all the pups, numbering five in all, were dry, warm, and suckling from their mother. The timber fae smiled down at them lovingly, as did her mate, who nearly purred with satisfaction. He could see that one, out of all of them, was black, a pure obsidian, like himself. He wished he could see the color of the newborn's eyes, but that would have to wait until a later time, when the pups were ready to get their first view of the world they were borne to.
"A name," the new mother whispered, roving her gaze about until they rested deep into the loving eyes of her mate. "We need a name for each one of the precious gifts."
Of course. Names were the not really the first priority on the male's list, but now that all the essentials and little details were taken care of, of course the pups would need names. He bent his head down to inspect the five little treasures.
As he continued to stare at them, the wriggling packages, a soft, wide smile spread across his lips, slowly as he gained confidence in his decisions. "A name for three of them, I have," said he, "But the rest, shall be up to you, my love." He licked her gently on the muzzle and proceeded.
"For the timber, as you, Mirime. For the greyscale, like my grandfather, Opac. And," -- here, he paused, smiling down upon the small black female, "for the one with my coat, Sharubii."
The fae grunted in response, thoroughly pleased with the names. She especially liked the name that had been bestowed by the jetted pup: Sharubii. Her eyes closed in slight concentration as she started with her own name-giving. "Such wonderful names. Now, it's my turn." She opened her eyes slowly and prodded each of the other two pups gently with her nose as she in turn gave them their names. "For the timber and black-tipped tail, Iun. For the pure white, Sheema." She cocked her head and looked up expectantly at her mate.
The male chuckled happily. "Love, how could I have picked better names?" he asked, looking down at the newly-named Sheema. "Our pups, our litter," he muttered.
"And out happiness," the female replied.
(( Wait wait wait, there's still more. ))
Image: None.
About You
Name: Sharubii
Age: 14
How long you've been roleplaying: Dunno, a couple years? XD
Other: I like pie. :3
In Character
Name: Sharubii
Date of Birth: Uh. December 13?
Age: 4 years
Breed: Timber wolf
Gender: Female
Personality: Gentle and kind when she's calm, though when there's something that makes her mad, she will become gradually more aggressive and may end up fighting ferociously. (( Yes, I am going to edit. This is just a quick fix. ))
Appearance: A completely black pelt, with amber eyes. (( Same as up thurr. ))
History: The timber female whined, a low, painful dirge. Her contractions were getting worse by the minute, and she could feel the first of her litter start to slither out. Why this pain, this toruture? She winced briefly before looking up to the sky, as if there, the answer would be obvious. She narrowed her eyes, trying to ignore the agony she was in, this ceaseless agony that teased her so.
Beside her, the fae's mate crouched, murmuring words of encouragement. This, as with she, was his first litter of pups, and he was very excited. In fact, his eyes sparkled with enthusiasm at the idea of taking care of them. The sprightly black male, middle-aged but indefinitely young at heart, nuzzled his mate affectionately every time she cried out, always right beside her, always encouraging her to his best potential.
They were going to be parents.
It felt like an eternity until all the pups, numbering five in all, were dry, warm, and suckling from their mother. The timber fae smiled down at them lovingly, as did her mate, who nearly purred with satisfaction. He could see that one, out of all of them, was black, a pure obsidian, like himself. He wished he could see the color of the newborn's eyes, but that would have to wait until a later time, when the pups were ready to get their first view of the world they were borne to.
"A name," the new mother whispered, roving her gaze about until they rested deep into the loving eyes of her mate. "We need a name for each one of the precious gifts."
Of course. Names were the not really the first priority on the male's list, but now that all the essentials and little details were taken care of, of course the pups would need names. He bent his head down to inspect the five little treasures.
As he continued to stare at them, the wriggling packages, a soft, wide smile spread across his lips, slowly as he gained confidence in his decisions. "A name for three of them, I have," said he, "But the rest, shall be up to you, my love." He licked her gently on the muzzle and proceeded.
"For the timber, as you, Mirime. For the greyscale, like my grandfather, Opac. And," -- here, he paused, smiling down upon the small black female, "for the one with my coat, Sharubii."
The fae grunted in response, thoroughly pleased with the names. She especially liked the name that had been bestowed by the jetted pup: Sharubii. Her eyes closed in slight concentration as she started with her own name-giving. "Such wonderful names. Now, it's my turn." She opened her eyes slowly and prodded each of the other two pups gently with her nose as she in turn gave them their names. "For the timber and black-tipped tail, Iun. For the pure white, Sheema." She cocked her head and looked up expectantly at her mate.
The male chuckled happily. "Love, how could I have picked better names?" he asked, looking down at the newly-named Sheema. "Our pups, our litter," he muttered.
"And out happiness," the female replied.
(( Wait wait wait, there's still more. ))
Image: None.
Roleplay example
The wind battered remorselessly at her obsidian coat, making both ends of each strand of fur stick to the fae's body as if something had glued it on. The air was frigid, cold, and the gales that whipped her from seemingly every direction made matters worse. In her view, there was never a storm more brutal than this that she was encountering right now, but she wasn't about to give in and die here.
Her amber optics, narrowed against the fierce wind, roved about for some kind of shelter, something that she could use for relief from the wind. She found none, instead finding that she was all but staring into a white nothingness, siezed by the winter. Now and then, the wind would be so powerful that the snow that laid itself on the ground would whip up into a mini tornado, spin around a bit, then settle back down. This, she saw, happened quite frequently. She didn't think about it any more as she tore her gaze from the shining ivory ground and settled it on the sky. She needed shelter, and fast.
She sighed heavily, watching as her breath billowed out and was whipped into nothing as the keen gales played around. Her nose had become numb, as did her paws and ears. She started to trudge down again, not knowing where she was going, not knowing if she was going anywhere near a suitable place for shelter. All she knew was, well, if she kept moving, even if it was a fractional movement, she could heat her body up, if not keep her warm. Her teeth chattered, upper teeth upon lower teeth, and she could feel her jaws vibrating from this. Was there nothing she could do, to keep this feeling away? Couldn't she just, not feel anything until she reached shelter, warm, dry, liveable?
Apparently not.
She crushed her teeth together to stem the sound of the din her fangs were making. It worked, but did not altogether cease the dirge. Tightly packed now, they made a low, soft thrumming noise that she didn't mind so much, as long as it wouldn't carry out into the air. But, would it ever even go a foot's distance traveling, with the winds howling as they were?
She sniffed airlily, wincing slightly as her frozen nose somehow felt colder from that rush of air. Cold, tired, hungry, lost; all those she had with her, and there was nothing but the wind to keep her company. She tread on, completely by herself.
(( Bleh, that was horrible. ))
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