Post by theatrics on Sept 9, 2012 20:38:27 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i52.tinypic.com/otj5sn.jpg); width: 390px; height: 450px; -moz-border-radius: 40px 0px 40px 0px; border-radius:40px 0px 40px 0px; opacity: 0.8; border-right: #7298ac 15px solid; border-left: #7298ac 15px solid;] What if I fell to the floor Name: Spindle Screamings Gender:-----> Female Age: 3 Years and 3 Months Breed: Artic x Timber mutation: Silvery/White Saliva that is extremely sticky, and thread like. She also has a slippery substance to her coat, that repels the thread. Spider like, in a way. illness:Schizophrenia (just happened to be it o.o) Can hear voices in her head. She is also mute, maybe in a life or death situation, she may call out, in a little squeak, but thats it. fur Color: Mostly white, with grey and black spots/flecks across the hind quarters. Eye Color: Pale blue. Couldn't take this anymore Appearance type: Lets see, Spindle? Well, she's a gangly thing. Her legs are to long for her body, and her stomach is sunken in, just to add on. Her face is slender, and her ribs could be seen, if it wasn't for her mangy looking coat. It was originally white, with a few flecks of grey and black on her flank, but I wouldn't be surprised if it was stained brown from her years of constant abuse to it. Her eyes are also a strange, pale blue-ish color. Her gray pads are scared and worn down from years of non-stop running from who knows what. So, that you see, is Spindle. (109) Personality: Spindle is very anti-social, and hates interacting with people at all. Saying she's soft spoken is an understatement. She avoids others purposely, even in life or death situations. She has no confidence at all, having bean put down all her life. She believes she is a curse, that the gods put her on this earth to suffer. She would have liked to leave this world much earlier, but of course she wasn't strong enough to do it. She also has trouble killing things, for she believes it isn't right to eat the 'upper class's' wolves food. Thus her meal consists of ragged hares. To put it bluntly, Spindle thinks shes a piece of crap. Because that's all she was taught. Act 3; song lyric here History: Spindle was the only pup out of the litter that survived. There was six in all, but one was a stillborn, and the others were to weak to even take their first breath. Her mother was devastated, but she still had love for her only pup. Now, her mother was an infected wolf. Though her father didn't know, since he was pure. Once he found that she was mutated, he completely disowned her. Well, at first he wanted to kill her, but after thought, he thought their god was punishing him for his sins. (Whatever god they believe in..) So, he was 'doomed' to raise the cursed spawn. And as much as mommy tried to change the dads mind, he wouldn't budge. So, as Spindle started growing up with dad's harsh words, mother and pup started to believe his words. By the time she was a juvenile, they all hated her. Her mother was embarrassed of her, and her father wanted her gone, so she left. She felt like the smear on their perfect window, and to her, she wasn't good enough to be in their lives. She grew from then on, on her own. She has no practice in hunting, as silly as it sounds, is a horrible tracker, and so on. She is no more useful than a pup, to a pack. Brother: N/A Sister: N/A Father: Unknown To Her (Passed from disease.) Mother: Unknown To Her (And to us  )Mate: N/A Pups: N/A Rank/Position: N/A Loner Pack: N/A What would you do && Ipod;; The Kill- Thirty Seconds To Mars Anthem Of The Angels- Breaking Benjamin Roleplay sample; The white wolfs pads were sore from miles of trekking across rock and stone, into an unfamiliar territory. Though, all of it was unfamiliar to her. The pine tree's swayed their needles in the wind, some falling off and swiftly making their ways toward the ground. Spindle lowered her head, as if submitting, and walked with a slopping sway. He ears were flat against her skull, and the she wolfs fur was mottled and brown from days of going without a wash. She had an encounter with a male wolf, not to long ago. How long had it bean, five months? Half a year? Why care? Spindle stopped and whined a little, the rasping voice that tingled the blood in her ears. She closed her eyes and clenched her jaw as more spoke up. Why couldn't you avoid him? Why would you even show you're hideous self to anyone? I feel sorry for him, he was probably terrified, seeing a monster like you. The wolf whined again, her feelings being hurt a little. It was always like this, the three of them would scowl her for being so idiotic. She would try to apologize, but it wasn't worth it. She would always lose. Spindle started trotting, until she saw two wimpy looking tree's close together, merely saplings. She slowed to a trot, and quickly licking their trunks to create the base, before making several threads, creating a small hammock to rest her aching bones. She knew she didn't deserve this, but her will power was just to small. Another reason she despised herself. |
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