Post by asrohc on May 21, 2006 17:47:51 GMT -5
Frost, female wolf-dog
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In terms of size, Frost falls around mid-range for a wolf, the upper range of the german shepherd which is the other side of her heritage. She is long-limbed and lean, with a slightly underfed look to her, yet possesses strength and vitality in considerable measure nonetheless. Her legs, underside, chin and cheeks are ivory; the rest of her coat is daubed in hazel, smoke, and charcoal - patterned, but in a fashion unique to Frost. She lacks the distinctive markings of a shepherd.
In this mosaic of colors, only a few scars can be discerned - an ashen streak across her left eye, a slash down her right hind leg. Others are undoubtedly present, but not so clear. Her eyes are a piercing electrum shade, paler than gold, warmer than silver. Frost has the posture of one for whom every day is a challenge to be met head-on - direct, blunt, and unswervingly self-confident. The sort some like to knock down a peg or two - and others prefer to avoid, for the sake of everyone's health.
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SilentPaws, male adol. gray wolf
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SilentPaws has a dark grey fur covering his entire body, which protects him against the cold and also offers limited protection against weak attacks. Some places on his body, particularly on his back, there's a little less fur and it looks like it's been ripped off, quite likely from the few fights SilentPaws has been in. He looks somewhat fragile, although the scars remain a signal that he has been in a few fights throughout his life and survived it. The dark, some might say gloomy, grey covering his body along with the scars, might give some the impression that he's not really a nice guy to be around.
However, to counter this impression, his eyes are of a mild golden color and glance around with an almost childish curiosity, contradicting the impression one might have gotten of him from his fur and scars. The eyes seems to indicate that he's a wolf, who isn't always grumpy and trying to get into a fight, quite the opposite, they seem to hint that he'd rather avoid fighting.
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Woodland Clearing
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The forest finally breaks into a silent, serene clearing. A wide circle of trees is what forms the perimeter of this spot, the short grasses and few flowers that are in the clearing itself providing a bit of nice grazing. The land is mostly flat and so it makes for a somewhat exposed place for smaller or less well-defended animals to be frequenting, particularly because of the high trees around - predators could be lurking in the branches. Despite the potentially sinister value this clearing has, it maintains an almost warm sense about it.. almost like a home.
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Bored and young, two dangerous combinations. Silentpaws comes bolting through the forest as if being chased by something very unpleasant. Finally slowing down, gasping and wheezing, rolling over on his back as he tries to catch his breath. He stares skywards, closing his eyes for a brief moment, taking a long deep breath, before opening them and relaxing a little. His legs are sore from having run at top-speed for quite a while, but at least it seems like he made it.
A very dangerous combination, indeed. Stretched out on her stomach beneath a tree at the edge of the clearing, Frost lifts her head as the young wolf tears into the glade. She takes one look at his expression, once he's done rolling about in the grass... and laughs. Derisive, scornful amusement. The half-wolf smirks. "Run afoul of somethin' bigger?" she comments. "Bet that ain't hard, for a little bit of a pup like you."
Not having expected anyone to be bored, Silentpaws rolls to his stomach and quickly sits up, looking around until he catches sight of Frost, looking quite offended once he realizes she's outright laughing at him. "Hey! Hey! That's not something to laugh at! Moreover, I'm young, but /not/ a pup! And you'd run from a bear as well! Every wolf would, although..." he tilts his head slightly. "You're...different." he says, observing her quite curiously. "But I imagine you'd be on the run, nevertheless. Not because you're coward, but because it's the smart thing to do, I assume, you're not stupid?" he says teasingly.
Frost snorts, standing up and stretching languidly. She straightens to her full height - tall - and looks down her nose at the wolf. "'Course I'm different. -I'm- not a wolf." Her tone implying that his being a wolf is... most unfortunate. "You can imagine whatever you like, pup." A flash of teeth. "If you're smart enough not to make them mad, then you don't have to run from bears." Suggesting that the wolf... isn't.
Unfortunately, Silentpaws can't really say much to that, because he really wasn't very smart when he tried to snatch that fish from the sleeping bear. However, such trivial details are less important and uninteresting as for what this discussion goes, right? Right! "Yeah, whatever. So if you're not a wolf, then what exactly /are/ you?" he questions, shrugging off the insults and letting his curiosity rather than annoyance get the better of him. "You look like a wolf, kinda..."
"I'm Frost, pup," she answers, with a flash of sharp teeth. It doesn't quite count as a smile. She pads over towards the wolf, circling him, pale eyes raking over his form. Another sharp-edged smirk. "And that's -all- you need to know." The half-breed snorts again, then turns away, walking back towards her tree.
SilentPaws pauses, then decides to follow her, probably not to her liking. "Well, elder, you do look like you have something else to tell? Do you even know what you are, yourself? You know, you kinda remind me of an elder in my old pack, he was always grumpy and in a bad mood, I don't get it, he had no reason for it, do you have a reason for it?" prying adolescents, quite an annoyance if you just want them to go away.
Frost swivels one ear back as the wolf follows her. After his words, she whirls about, aiming a sharp cuff at the younger canid's head. "I ain't an elder, -pup-. And irritating little pups die young; you'd best see about curbing that tongue of yours," the half-breed snarls. Both of her ears have flattened, and her hackles rise; for some reason, his prying pushed a button. Not that Frost's buttons are difficult to hit, perhaps especially by accident.
SilentPaws stops up abruptly and pulls his head back at the cuff, ears lowered. If he weren't so afraid, he would have tossed at least two comments right back at her, but alas, if he did that, she'd likely rip him to shreds, at least that's the impression Silentpaws gets from her posture and behaviour. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to upset you..." well, at least not that much. "But don't you think you're...overreacting...a little?" the last bit is said very carefully to the wolf-dog.
She probably would - or give it a good try, at any rate. But since the adolescent opts for caution, Frost calms, and just offers him a lazy, rather arrogant smile. "Not in the least," the wolf-dog answers. Her tone is... almost cheerful, bordering on patronizing, entirely at odds with the anger she showed a moment before. Turning her back again, the halfbreed saunters off, pausing only once to look over her shoulder at him. "Go back to your bear-baitin', pup. Less'n you decide to get smart, of course."
SilentPaws takes a few steps after Frost and then halts "Can I go with you for a while?" he asks, probably to her surprise and dislike. Although, unlike before, he's actually somewhat polite this time. He doesn't quite understand the way Frost works and there's so much about her he doesn't understand, so if he could follow her about a little while, perhaps he could find out! Although she doesn't seem like the type who wants an adolescent along, even though it didn't stop Silentpaws from asking.
Frost stops as the wolf calls after her. She looks over her shoulder, ears flattening back. And shakes her head slowly. "If'n you got into a contest of wits with a rock, puppy, I'd be bettin' on the rock," she observes. Speaking slowly, to make sure it sinks into his head. He may be polite; Frost doesn't know how, and wouldn't want to use it even if she did. The half-wolf turns away, and walks on. "Forget bear-baiting, pup," she calls, without looking back. "'Tis dumb luck got you outta this one, an' you don't want to use it all up."
SilentPaws hms and just tilts his head as Frost walks further away. "Aight!" he calls out back to her, waiting until she's out of sight before sitting down, merely wondering what she was and why she acted the way she did. Silentpaws rises after a few moments pass and starts tracking down the wolf he talked to about the pack being formed, all the while he wonders if he'll run into the weird wolf again and if he'll ever find out what she was.
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In terms of size, Frost falls around mid-range for a wolf, the upper range of the german shepherd which is the other side of her heritage. She is long-limbed and lean, with a slightly underfed look to her, yet possesses strength and vitality in considerable measure nonetheless. Her legs, underside, chin and cheeks are ivory; the rest of her coat is daubed in hazel, smoke, and charcoal - patterned, but in a fashion unique to Frost. She lacks the distinctive markings of a shepherd.
In this mosaic of colors, only a few scars can be discerned - an ashen streak across her left eye, a slash down her right hind leg. Others are undoubtedly present, but not so clear. Her eyes are a piercing electrum shade, paler than gold, warmer than silver. Frost has the posture of one for whom every day is a challenge to be met head-on - direct, blunt, and unswervingly self-confident. The sort some like to knock down a peg or two - and others prefer to avoid, for the sake of everyone's health.
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SilentPaws, male adol. gray wolf
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SilentPaws has a dark grey fur covering his entire body, which protects him against the cold and also offers limited protection against weak attacks. Some places on his body, particularly on his back, there's a little less fur and it looks like it's been ripped off, quite likely from the few fights SilentPaws has been in. He looks somewhat fragile, although the scars remain a signal that he has been in a few fights throughout his life and survived it. The dark, some might say gloomy, grey covering his body along with the scars, might give some the impression that he's not really a nice guy to be around.
However, to counter this impression, his eyes are of a mild golden color and glance around with an almost childish curiosity, contradicting the impression one might have gotten of him from his fur and scars. The eyes seems to indicate that he's a wolf, who isn't always grumpy and trying to get into a fight, quite the opposite, they seem to hint that he'd rather avoid fighting.
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Woodland Clearing
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The forest finally breaks into a silent, serene clearing. A wide circle of trees is what forms the perimeter of this spot, the short grasses and few flowers that are in the clearing itself providing a bit of nice grazing. The land is mostly flat and so it makes for a somewhat exposed place for smaller or less well-defended animals to be frequenting, particularly because of the high trees around - predators could be lurking in the branches. Despite the potentially sinister value this clearing has, it maintains an almost warm sense about it.. almost like a home.
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Bored and young, two dangerous combinations. Silentpaws comes bolting through the forest as if being chased by something very unpleasant. Finally slowing down, gasping and wheezing, rolling over on his back as he tries to catch his breath. He stares skywards, closing his eyes for a brief moment, taking a long deep breath, before opening them and relaxing a little. His legs are sore from having run at top-speed for quite a while, but at least it seems like he made it.
A very dangerous combination, indeed. Stretched out on her stomach beneath a tree at the edge of the clearing, Frost lifts her head as the young wolf tears into the glade. She takes one look at his expression, once he's done rolling about in the grass... and laughs. Derisive, scornful amusement. The half-wolf smirks. "Run afoul of somethin' bigger?" she comments. "Bet that ain't hard, for a little bit of a pup like you."
Not having expected anyone to be bored, Silentpaws rolls to his stomach and quickly sits up, looking around until he catches sight of Frost, looking quite offended once he realizes she's outright laughing at him. "Hey! Hey! That's not something to laugh at! Moreover, I'm young, but /not/ a pup! And you'd run from a bear as well! Every wolf would, although..." he tilts his head slightly. "You're...different." he says, observing her quite curiously. "But I imagine you'd be on the run, nevertheless. Not because you're coward, but because it's the smart thing to do, I assume, you're not stupid?" he says teasingly.
Frost snorts, standing up and stretching languidly. She straightens to her full height - tall - and looks down her nose at the wolf. "'Course I'm different. -I'm- not a wolf." Her tone implying that his being a wolf is... most unfortunate. "You can imagine whatever you like, pup." A flash of teeth. "If you're smart enough not to make them mad, then you don't have to run from bears." Suggesting that the wolf... isn't.
Unfortunately, Silentpaws can't really say much to that, because he really wasn't very smart when he tried to snatch that fish from the sleeping bear. However, such trivial details are less important and uninteresting as for what this discussion goes, right? Right! "Yeah, whatever. So if you're not a wolf, then what exactly /are/ you?" he questions, shrugging off the insults and letting his curiosity rather than annoyance get the better of him. "You look like a wolf, kinda..."
"I'm Frost, pup," she answers, with a flash of sharp teeth. It doesn't quite count as a smile. She pads over towards the wolf, circling him, pale eyes raking over his form. Another sharp-edged smirk. "And that's -all- you need to know." The half-breed snorts again, then turns away, walking back towards her tree.
SilentPaws pauses, then decides to follow her, probably not to her liking. "Well, elder, you do look like you have something else to tell? Do you even know what you are, yourself? You know, you kinda remind me of an elder in my old pack, he was always grumpy and in a bad mood, I don't get it, he had no reason for it, do you have a reason for it?" prying adolescents, quite an annoyance if you just want them to go away.
Frost swivels one ear back as the wolf follows her. After his words, she whirls about, aiming a sharp cuff at the younger canid's head. "I ain't an elder, -pup-. And irritating little pups die young; you'd best see about curbing that tongue of yours," the half-breed snarls. Both of her ears have flattened, and her hackles rise; for some reason, his prying pushed a button. Not that Frost's buttons are difficult to hit, perhaps especially by accident.
SilentPaws stops up abruptly and pulls his head back at the cuff, ears lowered. If he weren't so afraid, he would have tossed at least two comments right back at her, but alas, if he did that, she'd likely rip him to shreds, at least that's the impression Silentpaws gets from her posture and behaviour. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to upset you..." well, at least not that much. "But don't you think you're...overreacting...a little?" the last bit is said very carefully to the wolf-dog.
She probably would - or give it a good try, at any rate. But since the adolescent opts for caution, Frost calms, and just offers him a lazy, rather arrogant smile. "Not in the least," the wolf-dog answers. Her tone is... almost cheerful, bordering on patronizing, entirely at odds with the anger she showed a moment before. Turning her back again, the halfbreed saunters off, pausing only once to look over her shoulder at him. "Go back to your bear-baitin', pup. Less'n you decide to get smart, of course."
SilentPaws takes a few steps after Frost and then halts "Can I go with you for a while?" he asks, probably to her surprise and dislike. Although, unlike before, he's actually somewhat polite this time. He doesn't quite understand the way Frost works and there's so much about her he doesn't understand, so if he could follow her about a little while, perhaps he could find out! Although she doesn't seem like the type who wants an adolescent along, even though it didn't stop Silentpaws from asking.
Frost stops as the wolf calls after her. She looks over her shoulder, ears flattening back. And shakes her head slowly. "If'n you got into a contest of wits with a rock, puppy, I'd be bettin' on the rock," she observes. Speaking slowly, to make sure it sinks into his head. He may be polite; Frost doesn't know how, and wouldn't want to use it even if she did. The half-wolf turns away, and walks on. "Forget bear-baiting, pup," she calls, without looking back. "'Tis dumb luck got you outta this one, an' you don't want to use it all up."
SilentPaws hms and just tilts his head as Frost walks further away. "Aight!" he calls out back to her, waiting until she's out of sight before sitting down, merely wondering what she was and why she acted the way she did. Silentpaws rises after a few moments pass and starts tracking down the wolf he talked to about the pack being formed, all the while he wonders if he'll run into the weird wolf again and if he'll ever find out what she was.