Post by sanctuary on Jan 10, 2009 1:14:17 GMT
Dog Form.
[/u][/center]Back To Basics...
[/center][/size]Name;: Calla (Stands for 'Beautiful')
Gender;:Female
Age;:4 years
Breed;:Pure Border Collie
Pack Member or Loner?;:Pack Member (This is where I get confused. In the rules it said something about needing 20 points to join a pack. Is that just for Draggas and Drappas?)
It's All In The Fur...
[/center][/size]Pelt Colour;: Red and White
Pawpads;:Pink
Eye Colour;:Light Brown
Height;:2.6 feet
Build;: Lithe and smooth. Muscles are hidden by coat.
Physical Description;: Calla is a beauriful and sleek collie. The red of her fur resembles the deepest shade of the red clay that stains the fur of a lighter shade of dog. Her liquid hazel eyes are entrancing and deep. Tine flecks of brown and green are speckled throughout her eye but they grow more concrentrated towards her stony black pupil. Her paws are rather small, but uniquely dainty and keep her well-balanced and steady at all times. The tiny pawpads under her minute paws are a light gentle shade of rose. The tip of her tail is the purest of whites that reachest the extent of snow when cleaned and groomed to perfection. A natural gloss coats her pelt and makes her shimmer and gleam in the light of day, but does not make her stand out in the dark. Calla has an overall beauty and grace that seems fit to her small bodice and well built pillars.
Those Voices In Your Head...
[/center][/size]Personality;: Bubbly and outgoing she loves wildlife, be it wolf, rabbit, deer, or bird. However, she has a darker side to her that will come out around bad company. Blood might be shed a little to quickly when she has been influenced by the wrong sort of mortal. A friend she can be, and you can turn your back to her without any hesitation or worry. Calla will defend her friends no matter who they may be. However, she is easily influenced to become part of the wrong crowd and start a riot. In a way she doesn't have any true colors for they always seem to be changing.
Hopes;: Find the perfect mate, be it wolf or dog.
Fears;: Getting let down by her friends, or being deserted or abondened by them.
Dreams;: Being a princess or the center of attention to all canines. Be it a good or a bad thing she has done to get her there.
Goals: Find a pack she wants to belong in. Maybe even become Dragga one day and mother pups.
The Past Is The Past...
[/center][/size]History;: Long story? No. Calla actually has a short normal story. The most interesting part of her life would be her first year of life. From birth she was the strongest of her litter. Her two little sisters were both blind and one brother was deaf. Without being to see her sisters often wound up lost, one day it cost them their lives. A loner male wolf murdered them and began to stalk her mother, in hopes of a mate or perhaps just an easy meal. Her mother was murdered as well as the rest of her litter. Calla was the only to escape. She had found refuge in a small rabbit whole and bided her time. Several times the male tried to dig his way into the burrow, but it was futile. He gave up and then slinked off. Weak with hunger and intense thirst Calla wandered upon a female lone wolf whom nursed her back to health. Along the lines of six months the female mother had found a mate and Calla was again abandoned. For days she padded around aimlessly, eating rotting food and drinking when she could find water. Soon it looked hopeless. Then a young male befriended her. Unlike the previous two wolves he stayed with Calla and tought her the ways of life. Able to thrive she began to journey farther and farther away from the male, no longer needing his protection or care. Some part of her just didn't want to end up being trapped with him for the rest of her life. Calla was an outgoing wolf and he never seemed to be able to keep another female in his pack for long. Lonely and desperate for attention she meandered into these lands in hope of a better, more meaningful life.
Family;: She was the only pup in her litter that survived. She was born with two sisters and three brothers.
Mother;: Amilla
Father;:Besnik
Siblings;:Fasyeo. Eurayle. Cassie. Camillo. Kindera.
Mate;:None
Anything Else You Wanna Say?...
[/center][/size]Sample Introduction;: Two tiny lamps flickered in the night. A ghostly shape floated throughout the wood effortlessly. Lithe, slim pillars carried a smooth, gossamer bodice with a graceful gentle lope. Tiny whisps of breath floated easily upon the frosty night air, slowly turning invisible as they disinegrated. A full moon floated overhead and illiuminated the figure breifly as if dodged in and out of thickets and brambles. Stepping out into a clearing with the utmost caution it stopped. A heartbeat passed and it continued it's laborious pace and seemed to have no general sense in which way it wanted to travel. Gradually the steady pillars settled into a leisurely pace and the misted breaths became less frequent and concentrated. Eventually, the figured slowed and halted before a small slope that inclined before it. A dainty dial twisted left and right before it continued it's way down the slope. Halting a misty breath was expelled from it's nares and in came another. Drawing in every scent the night offered to it. Nothing suspicious was detected, or at least nothing that would cause the being to worry for it proceded to lower it's apex and drink deep from the stream. From somewhere an owl let out a screech but the figure didn't show any sign of worry and continued to quench it's thirst. More countless moment's passed before it lifted it's head and continued on. Leaping clean over to the other bank it padded up the slope fully satisfied. If one was to continue watching the figure dodge trees it would find that the female was heading back towards her small burrow to retire from the night that was now beginning to draw to a close.
Picture;: xxsilentsantuaryxx.deviantart.com/art/Calla-108959628
