Post by Leshia on Aug 8, 2005 16:41:07 GMT -5
name: Leshia
age: 2 1/2
gender: Female
orbs: Blood Red
pelt: night Black
personality: She's kind and loving.....a little to kind at times. She won't trust barely anyone, so don't expect her to just take your word for things. She loves pups but knows how most of them, like herself, have bad childhoods and just despises that.
history: Was born into a strong pack. Later on one of the members killed the alpha, thus becoming the new leader. He led the pack to starvation, taking them where barely any food was found, it was usually small and he was the only one who got to eat it. Everyone fell, Leshia being the last of the pack to fall done, thought dead like the others. But she barely made it throuhg. The alpha left her and the rest of them, thinking all were dead. One lived, and no one else knows that really. Leshia made it by with the help of some foxes who fed her. Then she wandered alone without joining a pack, well, until now that is.
parents: Derak(father) and Shellawna(mother)
siblings: None
whereabouts of parents: Deceased
whereabouts of silblings: None
RP example: A small dark figure padded through the shadows, mostly hidden. The form was so small, some would either mastake it as a fox, or something a bit bigger. It wasn't big enough to be very old, probably something young. As the figure stepped into the moonlight, you would see it was a very small wolf pup, with a pelt as dark as the night, and her blood red eyes had a slight twinkle as they stared up at the moon. Her expression seemed lost, alone, scared, but yet it had a determined bit in it. She sighed deeply, her eyes gazing away from the moon and to the ground. Then the little wolf pup stood, walking back into the shadows, barely making a sound as she walked. (This I did on a site that I played her as a pup on.)
age: 2 1/2
gender: Female
orbs: Blood Red
pelt: night Black
personality: She's kind and loving.....a little to kind at times. She won't trust barely anyone, so don't expect her to just take your word for things. She loves pups but knows how most of them, like herself, have bad childhoods and just despises that.
history: Was born into a strong pack. Later on one of the members killed the alpha, thus becoming the new leader. He led the pack to starvation, taking them where barely any food was found, it was usually small and he was the only one who got to eat it. Everyone fell, Leshia being the last of the pack to fall done, thought dead like the others. But she barely made it throuhg. The alpha left her and the rest of them, thinking all were dead. One lived, and no one else knows that really. Leshia made it by with the help of some foxes who fed her. Then she wandered alone without joining a pack, well, until now that is.
parents: Derak(father) and Shellawna(mother)
siblings: None
whereabouts of parents: Deceased
whereabouts of silblings: None
RP example: A small dark figure padded through the shadows, mostly hidden. The form was so small, some would either mastake it as a fox, or something a bit bigger. It wasn't big enough to be very old, probably something young. As the figure stepped into the moonlight, you would see it was a very small wolf pup, with a pelt as dark as the night, and her blood red eyes had a slight twinkle as they stared up at the moon. Her expression seemed lost, alone, scared, but yet it had a determined bit in it. She sighed deeply, her eyes gazing away from the moon and to the ground. Then the little wolf pup stood, walking back into the shadows, barely making a sound as she walked. (This I did on a site that I played her as a pup on.)
