Post by Harlot on Jul 20, 2010 10:39:09 GMT -5
Build it all up just to tear it up again
Ashes to ashes, to ashes again
Ashes to ashes, to ashes again
Name:;Harlot
Age:;2
Pack:; Estrella
Species:;Cosmos
Gender:;female
Sing me a song of the place you see
We can go there, just you and me
We can go there, just you and me
Reason for joining?:; After looking over all of the packs I decided that Estrella is the best place for harlot. I love the ranking system and love the rank possiblilities.
Rank desired?:; Scout. Maybe also something where she can covertly use her sneaky fighting abilities?
What can you contribute?:; Harlot will do her tasks eagerly. If given some job where she can use her cunning and hit and run tactics, its very likely she could be useful to the pack.
What are your strengths?:;
-small. Doesn't appear to be a threat for larger wolves
-cunning.
-watchful
What are your weaknesses?:;
-small size isn't favorable for head on head fighting
-sometimes passive aggressive
IC:;
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RP example:;
The hallway echoed with the click of claws. In the gloom it was hard to see the wolf that moved forward. She could be frightening, if she were larger. Her eyes glittered in the moonlight that filtered through cracks in the walls. Lavender eyes, mimicing the color of the flowers outside. The most abnormal part of her was her pupils. They were silver, not black. From a distance, her eyes appeared to lack a pupil entirely. Her fur was a charcoal black hue with silver legs and muzzle. Nothing too wild in color.
Harlot followed the curve of the wall. Her eyes working well in the dark. In daytime her eyes were all but vestigial structures. Still, when the night came around, Harlot was a beast to be reckoned with. Her fur mimiced the shadows in the land. Her only set back was the glimmer that was emitted from her fur. Out of the moonlight it wasn't visible, and when she had the energy for it, she could play tricks on the minds of others and make herself disappear. Here she didn't need to disappear. No one wished to come here and yet she was drawn. It was a morbid place, appropriately named. It was a crypt.
As soon as she entered the room all happiness faded away. Centered in the room, surrounded by a ring of ass, was the remains of a body. The pile of bones was so distorted, you couldn't tell what it was. Harlot had a morbid fascination with the work of art. Most wouldn't call it art, but obviously this was once someones work of art. Seating herself off to one side of the room, she studied it. She did it often, trying to figure out what poor creature was there on the platform. As usual, she couldn't tell, her head twisting this way and that trying to view it at different angles.
When she finally left, the moon was in full view. Her fur lit up. Sparkling like she was a diamond Harlot didn't have to hide from anyone. She strode across the clearing with confidence. The lavender tickled her legs and stomach.
ooc: ugh that's like the worst post ever lol
