Post by Dyssfunkshinel on May 2, 2003 21:07:28 GMT -5
name: Old Maid -also known as Mama-
age: well into her elderly years...
gender: lets think about this, shall we?
species: nineca
appearance: once a fine snowy white, now faded to a pepperred gray. the fur near her eyes, nose, mouth and her entire ears is silver with age, and her warm hazel eyes are dimmed to slate, almost blind in the left one. her plume is scraggly, and her belly is a little on the thin side, for she is too old to catch a fleet footed prey. she will most likely starve to death if not taken into a pack. she is a tad short, giving the impression of a wilting flower, for her head and tail are no longer carried proudly, and she sometimes finds herself with nose to the ground, for she is very tired nowadays. her wings used to be sharp and steely, but are now faded to aged silver and dull on the tips of her feathers. it is hard for her to fly.
personality: the most caring wolf any will most likely ever meet. she loves pups, and will take care of them, no matter whose they are. she never had pups of her own, and the sight of them fills her heart with joy. she will never decline a wolf in need, even if she is more in need herself.
history: her packlands, far from here, were plauged. she sorrowfully left the land and began wandering around as a Vagrant Wolf, almost starving for she couldnt catch the prey that ran about. She met a young male named Graeboe, who walked rather strangely. but he could catch food, and he did...for her. they travelled together for quite some time, and Mama began to think of him as her own. She was too old to think about having pups now, but this was close enough. Then a storm came. She was separated from Grae, and she hopes that he still lives somewhere. ((irony)) She then continued on aimlessly, starving again. She found two other wolfesses. One dead, the other on the brink of joining her. The dead wolfess was young, red and white, with strangely different colored eyes. The dying wolf told Mama that the younger one had ran away, and the older had chased her, but in the recent storm, she had died. The youth was identified as DeMentia ((irony)) and the older one was SilentPaws ((irony again)). Mama stayed with the paralyzed wolfess for a few days, sleeping beside her and bringing her water. One morning she awoke beside the dead. Mournfully she continued on. She found the bones of two young ninecas, locked together in death's embrace. little did she know that these were Yin and Yang ((irony)). Tired and saddened, she found this packland, and hopes that she can join, she will try to hunt for herself, though it is very unlikely that that will happen. She needs some wolf who will help her along, someone kindhearted.
((i needed to explain where Sip and the others went. so i killed 'em off. i kno a war's cumin up and all, but maybe she cn watch the pups))
-the old femmora lay exhausted upon the ground, panting raspily and heavily, dimmed and almost blinded eyes staring vacantly into the sky-
age: well into her elderly years...
gender: lets think about this, shall we?
species: nineca
appearance: once a fine snowy white, now faded to a pepperred gray. the fur near her eyes, nose, mouth and her entire ears is silver with age, and her warm hazel eyes are dimmed to slate, almost blind in the left one. her plume is scraggly, and her belly is a little on the thin side, for she is too old to catch a fleet footed prey. she will most likely starve to death if not taken into a pack. she is a tad short, giving the impression of a wilting flower, for her head and tail are no longer carried proudly, and she sometimes finds herself with nose to the ground, for she is very tired nowadays. her wings used to be sharp and steely, but are now faded to aged silver and dull on the tips of her feathers. it is hard for her to fly.
personality: the most caring wolf any will most likely ever meet. she loves pups, and will take care of them, no matter whose they are. she never had pups of her own, and the sight of them fills her heart with joy. she will never decline a wolf in need, even if she is more in need herself.
history: her packlands, far from here, were plauged. she sorrowfully left the land and began wandering around as a Vagrant Wolf, almost starving for she couldnt catch the prey that ran about. She met a young male named Graeboe, who walked rather strangely. but he could catch food, and he did...for her. they travelled together for quite some time, and Mama began to think of him as her own. She was too old to think about having pups now, but this was close enough. Then a storm came. She was separated from Grae, and she hopes that he still lives somewhere. ((irony)) She then continued on aimlessly, starving again. She found two other wolfesses. One dead, the other on the brink of joining her. The dead wolfess was young, red and white, with strangely different colored eyes. The dying wolf told Mama that the younger one had ran away, and the older had chased her, but in the recent storm, she had died. The youth was identified as DeMentia ((irony)) and the older one was SilentPaws ((irony again)). Mama stayed with the paralyzed wolfess for a few days, sleeping beside her and bringing her water. One morning she awoke beside the dead. Mournfully she continued on. She found the bones of two young ninecas, locked together in death's embrace. little did she know that these were Yin and Yang ((irony)). Tired and saddened, she found this packland, and hopes that she can join, she will try to hunt for herself, though it is very unlikely that that will happen. She needs some wolf who will help her along, someone kindhearted.
((i needed to explain where Sip and the others went. so i killed 'em off. i kno a war's cumin up and all, but maybe she cn watch the pups))
-the old femmora lay exhausted upon the ground, panting raspily and heavily, dimmed and almost blinded eyes staring vacantly into the sky-
