My Soul Mate, My Imprint [[Werewolf/Impriting RP]]

[this rainbow lover]

"My heart belongs to you, darling, so don't break it."

Impriting. Young werewolves are told of this, only thinking it's one of those old myths that the Elders feel the need to tell them about. But, what happens when they met their imprints? How do the werewolves react? What do they do to steal the girl's hearts away? How will the girls react when they find out that these boys they just met are completly and utterly in love with them? This is our story.

"Howl at the moon, but bark at the stars."

[this rainbow lover]

"My heart belongs to you, darling, so don't break it."

No one likes them, but if we want all of this to run smoothly, they're a must. I'll start out by saying that I, Alpha of the RP, have the right to be picky and may ask you to change something on your profile. Whether it be a picture or color or something... and I expect you to comply. If you can't and need help, I'd be happy to help you.
Alright, on with the real rules!
1. Try to post everyday if you can, but some of us do have lives, so just warn us when you can't. If it's been more then a week, you will receive a PM and you will have three days to post before your charater will be removed.
2. PM me the profile.
3. Highlight this ENTIRE post.
4. Okay, this is the semi-lit to literate role play, so no more then 6 paragraphs. please its manditory to have at least one to two paragraphs in each post. So please consider this a warning. If you get the writer's block I understand, but you can put a 4-6 sentance paragraph, please? I'm a writer and I get it a lot, so it understandable.
5. There will be a limited amout of each postion, so first come, first get!
6. Obey your Alpha.
7. I like pretty posts, but if you have pictures make sure they're small-ish. I don't like to see the page stretched.
8. No quoting, unless it's 3 or more pages back.
9. As I said before, I'm picky, but I also like to see strange combations and creavity, so get your minds working and the juices flowing!
10. I can't believe I have to add this, but please no one perfectly perfect. I understand that every person can have perfect qualities, but EVERYONE has some sort of weakness. This would include: god modding, auto-hiting, mary-sues, ect.
11. You may reserve a charater up to two days if you PM me first
12. If I see anyone dissing anyone else about something like race, gender or sexuality, I will kick you out faster then you can say your own name. Everyone is welcome in this RP.
Reserved PM title: I'm just a highschool student!
Charater PM title: I promise to love my imprint.

"Howl at the moon, but bark at the stars."

[this rainbow lover]

"My heart belongs to you, darling, so don't break it."

Skeleton:

PS: Only fill out the Werewolf side if your a guy werewolf. Girls are humans and guys are werewolves.

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[size=14][color=POSTINGCOLOR]The Basics[/color][/size]

[list][size=10][color=POSTINGCOLOR]My Name[/color]
[Name here]
[color=POSTINGCOLOR]My Age[/color]
[Age here [High school ages, please [15-18]]]
[color=POSTINGCOLOR]My Gender[/color]
[Gender here]
[color=POSTINGCOLOR]My Sexuality[/color]
[Sexuality here[Straight or Bi, please. I'd like every girl and guy to have a pair up.]
[color=POSTINGCOLOR]My Theme Song[/color]
[One-Two theme songs here][/size][/list]

[size=14][color=POSTINGCOLOR]The Deeper Stuff[/color][/size]

[list][size=10][color=POSTINGCOLOR]My Personality[/color]
[Personality here [2+ paragraphs here, please]
[color=POSTINGCOLOR]My Bio[/color]
[Bio here [3+ paragraphs here, please]
[color=POSTINGCOLOR]My Likes[/color]
[At least 5 likes here]
[color=POSTINGCOLOR]My Dislikes[/color]
[At least 5 dislikes here]
[color=POSTINGCOLOR]My Imprint[/color]
[Imprint here][/size][/list]

[size=14][color=POSTINGCOLOR]The Werewolf Side of Me[/color][/size]

[list][size=10][color=POSTINGCOLOR]My Wolf Form[/color]
[Link of your wolf form here]
[color=POSTINGCOLOR]My Werewolf Form[/color]
[Optional, link of your werewolf form here][/size][/list]

"Howl at the moon, but bark at the stars."

[this rainbow lover]

"My heart belongs to you, darling, so don't break it."

Italicized: Reserved Bold: Open Strike: Taken

Girl One:


Girl Two: The_Broken_Angel_Of_Time


The Basics

My Name
[Ayame Kuriski]
My Age
[17]
My Gender
[Female]
My Sexuality
[Bisexual]
My Theme Song
[>Iris<
>Butterfly- Aqua<]

The Deeper Stuff

My Personality
[Ayame has a very strange personality. On one side, she’s a heartless person when it comes to people. If her forest was in danger and to save it she would have to kill an entire town, she would do it. People in general aren’t important to her, since she was shunned by the human race when she was younger. Her forest, her animals and her boys are the only things she will ever care about. If one of those things is ever in danger, she will stick up with them to the end, ready to take her own life in order to protect her friends or forest.

She had a very curious nature, making her very questioning about everything. She could question you all day and still have more questions tomorrow. She feels the need to know everything, so she’s very questioning. She’s general a fun person to hang out with, making people laugh with her off-the wall comments about anything. Sometimes they can be just cruel, but also funny at the same time. All in all, Ayame’s a fun girl to be around, but unless you’re on her good side, she’s going to be a b***h to you.]
My Bio
[Ayame was born in Japan, but her parents put her up for adoption. She was adopted by a kind family in the Quileute village. They were very good to the girl, treating her like there real daughter. Ayame couldn’t really see the difference until she was a little bit older, but she took the news easily. It wasn’t a big deal to her until she started going to school. The other kids made fun of her for being Asian, treating her like an alien from another planet. Needless to say, she didn’t take it very well and was very upset about the whole thing. She started spending less and less time with her family, and more time outside, in the forest.

She grew to have a passion for the forests, finding a new best friend in an injured baby rabbit that she had found, just limping around on the forest floor. She raised the bunny to be a strong and healthy animal, and let it off once it was old enough to live on its own. She was very upset for a while since she had lost her best friend, but she found a new interest in the Quileute boys. There was a group of them that stuck together like glue, and she weaseled her way into their pack. She’s never been happier, finding that these boys shared the same love for outdoors as she did.

Since she’s started hanging around with the group of boys (or the ‘pack’ as they call themselves usually) she’s noticed something about them. It’s like, they have a connection just beyond being good friends. Like, they know everything about each other, not matter how much of a secret it is. If she told one boy something, the rest of the pack would know about it the next day. She got her theories, but she’s just waiting for one of them to either slip up one day, or for something to happen and they would HAVE to tell her.]
My Likes
[+Music+
+Her Forests +
+Being cute+
+Wolves+
+Animals+
+Cookies+
+One-on-One time+]
My Dislikes
[-Blood-
-Needles-
-Overly sweet smells-
-Pink-
-Cats-
-Bright lights-
-Feeling unsafe-
-Being the center of attention-]
My Imprint
[Jason]

Girl Three:

Girl Four:

Alpha's imprint: M U F F I N - R A V E R


The Basics

My Name
[Chandresh, Furlong]
My Age
[Seventeen]
My Gender
[Female]
My Sexuality
[Straight]
My Theme Song
[Let Go - Frou Frou >> [X]

The Deeper Stuff

My Personality
Despite her "tough girl" attitude, Chandresh is just a regular, struggling teenage girl. She has her good days and bad days, both consisting of an interesting emotional palette. She's often on her own, considering that she doesn't mind being alone, but that doesn't mean she doesn't get lonely every now and then. She can be happy, but it's a rare thing to see her grin.

Along with this, Chandresh is a rather sensitive being. She can be insulted by the smallest thing, and she often takes things into offense. The girl is excellent at twisting around small, and rather insignificant, words and statements to make something huge. She's occasionally dramatic, but she tries to refrain from it. She's not extremely friendly, and she usually only scoffs at others who try and communicate with her.
My Bio
When she was younger, Chandresh lived with her father, and five older bothers. Being the only girl, she was well-protected, but also picked on the most often. She missed out on all of the girlie-chats that only a mother can give, and she had quite a setback in the fashion department, but for a good portion of her life, the girl was happy. Then, when one of her brothers drowned at a local lake, the family was in mourning for a long time.

Finally, out of fear and remorse, her father moved them to a different location. There, Chandresh was an eighth grade girl, and not very well accepted by the community. The year she entered high school was her youngest brother's Senior year, so she was only under his protection for those few semesters. Chiseled out of the toughness of her all-man family, Chandresh learned to stick-up for herself. Once, she'd been messed with, and now she never would be.

One night, only a few months ago, her father called her into his study. He sat her down, talked to her about her "unladylike" behavior, and told her that she had to start acting more sociable, and more girlish. Despite his best efforts, Chandresh has only just started to wear eyeliner and nail polish, though she likes to stick to more plain attire for school-wear. She's never been on a date, never really gotten close to a boy, and doesn't know how to act very well around the opposite sex. Except on how to defend herself from them!
My Likes
- Wolves
- Nature
- The color Black
- Exotic-looking jewelry
- Chocolate
- All wildlife (insects included!)
- Plants
My Dislikes
- Perfume
- Dresses
- Girls
- Purses
- Father to daughter talks
- Mustard
My Imprint
[Kris]

Boy One: Sadie The Little Lady


The Basics

My Name
[Jason Matthews]
My Age
[16]
My Gender
[Male]
My Sexuality
[Straight]
My Theme Song
[I Dont Care
Animal I Have Become]

The Deeper Stuff

My Personality
[I'm pretty fun to be around. I've almost always got an optimistic and easy-going personality. If you get on my bad side though, you might not like it. I can be as venomous as a snake, or as playful as a dolphin. I can keep to myself if I'm in a new situation, or if I'm meeting new people. Although, once you know me, I'm pretty loud, and obnoxious.

Lots of people say I'm predictable, but theres a few who say I'm unpredictable. I'm known to trust people right away, and it hurts when I find out they stabbed me in the back. I am usually forgiving, but there has been times when I've held onto a grudge for a while, before forgiving. ]

My Bio
[I was born in British Columbia, my mother was a marine biologist, my father a forest Ranger. I have two little sisters, twins actually. My grandfather took a particular liking to me when I visited him one summer. He said I had the same gift he had. I didn't know what he meant, until I left his place in the woods, to go back to school, to start my 9th year there.

One day, a few of the basketball players, who were real jerks followed me. and usually I cut through the forest, so I did this. They followed me, and cornered me. They started to attack me, by throwing sticks, rocks whatever they could find. They also through in a few punches. I got really upset, and really angry. Before I knew what had happened, I had scared them off, but I wasn't myself. I had fur. Lots of it. Realizing I was a wolf, I ran as fast as I could. I needed help. Remembering what my grandfather had said about me being like him, I ran to his house, which was almost in the next Province.

Finding him, he didn't seem the least bit scared of my form. He got me to relax, and I phased back. He told me what I was, and my parents. They had had a feeling I was a what was it my grandfather called me? ...a ...Werewolf. They agreed to letting my grandfather take me to Washington, where he was originally from.

I'm just about to start school there.]
My Likes
[Listening to my iPod and singing along.
Animals
The Forest
Music
And running, as a wolf, that is.]
My Dislikes
[Hospitals
Needles
Blood
the Cold Ones
the colour pink]
My Imprint
[Ayame]

The Werewolf Side of Me

My Wolf Form
[Be Afraid.]

Boy Two:

Boy Three:

Boy Four:

Alpha: The_Broken_Angel_Of_Time


The Basics

My Name
[Kris Lucien]
My Age
[18]
My Gender
[Male]
My Sexuality
[Bi-sexual, but I'm pretty hidden about my gay half]
My Theme Song
[Words I Couldn't Say- Rascal Flatts
If Everyone Cared- Nickelback]

The Deeper Stuff

My Personality
[Kris's a pretty much your classic 'nice guy'. He rarely put's a toe out of line, and has a pretty laid back, calm addiuted. He's kind and gentle when you stay on his good side, ready to help you out in the hardest times. He's loyal to the end and will always stick up for his pack. He's a very dedicated guy, always shooting for the stars, but he's also easily distracted, making it hard for him to consentrate for too long. His mind is ussually in space, unless it's his music. He has a passion for music and has followed this ever since he could read and write and play guitar.

He has a sort of split personality; once side a gentle, song writter, the other is a violent jerk. His other side comes out when his buttons are pushed. He hates to be pushed around by ANYONE and will challange people to fights over the smallest hint of being insulted or pushed around. He's very violent when he's mad and has been know to break things and hurt people by accident from his anger issues. Now that he's a werewolf, it's only gotten worse. He's rarely inside for fear of breaking something.]
My Bio
[When Kris was young, he was completly fasinated with music. He lived and breathed music and songs like they were air. His parents were pretty normal, letting their son follow his own passions and interests. He brezzed through middle school and Jr. High with ease, but once he got up to highschool, a simple first day at school turned into a dreaded mermory. His mother was found dead, blood drainned from her body. They never found out who killed her, only that whoever did it, stool all of her blood, leaving her a dried up corpse.

Kris got so mad- madder then he had ever been in his entire life. He went outside to see if the cool fall air could calm him down and found himself tearing down half the trees in the neighborhood. Suddenly, the burst into a ball of fur and found himself on all fours. He ran deep into the wood, howling out in pain as he ran. He stumbled out of the wolven state a few days later, but the word had already spread through the elders: he was the next generation of werewolves. He was appointed Alpha of the new pack since the old alpha wasn't transforming anymore and didn't know if he still could. He helped his other werewolves through it easily, like it was natural to him. Once he was told the story of the vampires, he vowed to rip them to shreads once he got the chance, making the conclustion that that vampire family did it.

Though, his story doesn't just end there. He went through most of highschool thinking that he only loved females. Oh, boy what a wake up call when a new, young man comes into class. Eli was his name, a good friend of the Alpha. The poor werewolf was confused by his feelings for the male; he didn't know that he had ever had feelings for a guy before. It was sort of akward for him, to say the least. It got worse when Eli became one of the pack members. Everyone in the pack knows that they'll see each other naked at one point or another, but it was a fact that Kris didn't want to face. He made sure to keep it out of his head, keeping quietly to himself most of the time. He's still unsure of his feelings for the male, but he's doing his best to try to move on, seeing as Eli didn't like him back. ]
My Likes
[+Music+
+Poetry+
+Relaxing+
+The color green+
+Sweets+
+Running as a wolf+
+Being in wolf form in general+
+Freedom+
+Spacing out+]
My Dislikes
[-The cold-
-Cats-
-Blood suckers-
-Being too hot-
-Spicy food-
-The sun being too bright-
-Thunderstorms-]
My Imprint
[Sanara]

The Werewolf Side of Me

My Wolf Form
[Fear Me!]

"Howl at the moon, but bark at the stars."

[this rainbow lover]

"My heart belongs to you, darling, so don't break it."

Reserved for my randomness.

"Howl at the moon, but bark at the stars."

[this rainbow lover]

"My heart belongs to you, darling, so don't break it."

Reserved for my randomness.

"Howl at the moon, but bark at the stars."

[this rainbow lover]

"My heart belongs to you, darling, so don't break it."

Reserved for my randomness.

"Howl at the moon, but bark at the stars."

[this rainbow lover]

"My heart belongs to you, darling, so don't break it."

Reserved for my randomness.

"Howl at the moon, but bark at the stars."

[this rainbow lover]

"My heart belongs to you, darling, so don't break it."

Reserved for my randomness.

"Howl at the moon, but bark at the stars."

[this rainbow lover]

"My heart belongs to you, darling, so don't break it."

Open! You may start posting if you've been accepted.

"Howl at the moon, but bark at the stars."

[this rainbow lover]

Cariela felt the cool marble seat under her bottom, through the thin pale blue fabiric of her dress. She quietly folded out the music onto the wooden music sheet holder, flipping through it without a word. She felt a sence of calmness wash over her soul as the first note rang out. A low C. She let her fingers slowly walz across the key's, filling the small room with a soft, flowing melody. It wasn't really a room, just a closet she had found in the school where an old piano was being stored. She came here almost every study hall period she had, which was the last hour of the school day for the angel.

She seemed to be in another world when she played, fingers tapping the keys in a hipnotic fastion. Her foot tapped along quietly on the wooden floor beneither the piano. Her head lightly bobbled, hair swinging along with the music. Her mind let the music flow into her body, into her soul, over taking the small girl as a whole. Her soul sang with happiness as her fingers danced across the keys, filling the room with the beautiful song that the girl had wrote herself in one of long, summer nights.

She yipped in suprize at the powerful vibrations from her phone. Flicking open the slider, she scanned the screen to find a text from her mother. 'Working late 2night. Feed Lilian at 5.30.' Her mother worked as a waitress in a dinner in town, and usually worked late night shifts on Fridays such as today. The girl blinked. It was really Friday already? Checking the date on her phone, she blinked. It was. A small smile graced the girl's lips before she closed her phone, placed it back into her dress pocket and returned to her music.

[- Allo - Devira -]

Alora Shae


Alora was walking with her Eldest Brother, they were heading home from the store. Alora was cooking dinner tonight, and needed a few things. So she had asked her Elder Brother to go with her once her Father gave her some money. She mostly wanted her Brother to go with her, because she usually played a hand held game while walking. So Alora needed someone to help direct her, or stop her from running into someone. Last time she walked into someone they had threatened to hurt her, so she either had to convince someone to go with her or not play a game while walking. Obviously she chose the first option.

Once they got home Alora saved, then turned off her game. She had gotten the new Pokemon only the other day. And was hooked. But, what she was making needed to be ready in the next two hours and it wasn't just some pop in the oven and be done kind of food. So she had to put aside her game in order to cook. If she didn't her family would likely starve. Since her mother was out of town visiting her ill sister. And her Brothers and Father couldn't cook to save their lives. They even burnt popcorn.

Shaking her head in amusement Alora thanked her Eldest Brother, and took the two bags from him. She had long since banned all Male's from the kitchen. Saying they would just create bad karma and she'd end up unable to cook anything good for two weeks. With a faint giggle Alora remembered their reactions when she told them that. They had been utterly and completely horrified and ran out of the house, saying they'd stay away for a few hours so the kitchen karma would get back on track and they could have something that tasted good for dinner.

Putting some rice on the oven to cook, Alora took her game to her room to let it charge. And then came back to start cooking some meat. She wasn't sure what she was going to make yet, but rice was always a good addition to any meal. At least, in her opinion. Smiling to herself Alora started to get into her element, the kitchen was one of those rare and special area's that Alora was comfortable in. That she could forget her worries for a few hours and just be the sweet girl she was.

[Kiba Inuzuka1313]

Vincent is dressed in regular blue jeans and a white T-shirt with scattered electric blue designs. Vincent stood tall as he leaned against his room's balcony. He let out a tireless sigh as he stared back into his room. A slight breeze rolls by him hair. He brushed his light brown hair out of his eyes and walked casually into his room. In his room, Vincent laid down on his bed, looking up at the plain white ceiling. Once again he let out another tireless sigh. He bolted straight up and looked at the oaken door. He closed his eyes and pushed off the bed and walked to the door. He exited and turned into a dimly lit hallway. He walked to a opening at the end which opened into a room filled with Indian pictures, statues, painting, and many more objects. An old man sat in a chair not far from another oaken door. "Why don't you go do something, Vincent? You have been cooped up in this house for an entire week. No use lying to me, I know you have nothing important that binds you to this house for a week straight. Go out. Do something. If you come back before 11p.m. I am grounding you.", the old man said in a gruff voice. Vincent shook his head and put his hand on the knob of the door, turning it slowly. "Yes, gramps. Call me if you need me." Vincent said slightly intrigued by what his grandfather had done. "I have lived by myself for a long time. I can get along just fine without you. Now get going.", the man said then followed by a series of loud hacking coughing.

Vincent left without an argument for he knew that it was one he could not win. He climbed in the driver's seat of an old black pick-up truck. He turned the key and the engine roared to life. He put it into gear a drove on the gravel path till it hit a pavement road. He turned on the radio and listened to the people singing. He sighed and turned the music off. His head was pounding, for he had been thinking about her all day. 'Why can't I seem to get her off my mind. It has been so long ago.' He stopped at a red light and waiting patiently, pressing the gas when the light turned green. He inched across town debating to himself on what he should do to pass the time. He drove by houses and stores and many more places, still not decided what he intended to do. Vincent glanced at his gas indicator and saw that he was near empty, so he pulled off into the nearest gas station. He filled his truck up and walked into the store to pay. Vincent paced the isles in the store grabbing a few bags of junk food. A bag of beef jerky, a pack of skittles, and a bottle of mountain dew. He slowly trudged up to the counter and paid for his gas and assortment of items.

On the road again, Vincent at his food and downed the drink. He sighed as he made his third trip around the small town. 'Library' His eyes widened at the thought. He drove with a little more enthusiasm to the local library. He parked across the street and carefully crossed the street. A breeze blew a few dead leaves across the ground. He pressed his hands against the double doors that opened easily into a huge room with racks, cases, and tables filled with books. In the middle of the room was a large mahogany desk with old librarians working on the computer or filling cards or checking out books to other patrons. He walked over to a random shelves of books and grabbed on yet again at random. It was a think, heavy book. Silvery letters scrawled on the leathery cover appeared to be some kind of medical dictionary. Vincent walked over to an empty table and sat down and began to read the book.

[LimeyRizFizzle]

[The] [Desert] [Lotus] xxxxxxxxxx

∂σи'τ ℓεt мγ pяεττγ fαcε ∂εcειvε γσu_______

ι'ℓℓ sιиg γσur sσuℓ α ℓuℓℓαbγ.
ιf γσu sτay wιτh мε τσnιghτ

If you travel down Witkens Street, you'll pass a number of different street side stores, cafes, and the town's large public library. About three stores down from the Library, between Mr. Custards Pastry Shop and Mrs. Green's Flower Boutique, lies a small shop named Anubis. Despite the fact that it was named after the famous Egyptian God, it didn't cater to the followers of the Book of the Dead or any wildly religious cult. In fact, it was a simple Incense and Herbal Store, with various Egyptian Styled ornaments, furniture, and decorative pieces, massively produced in China; as it's 'Theme' item. If you entered the store, you would find it to be a long and narrow rectangle in shape. The left wall would be lined with shelves, which were filled with large glass jars of roots, barks, powders, and capsules. Each lid had a sticky label placed upon it's smooth surface, telling you exactly what was inside. Cat's Claw, Milk Thistle, Dragon Blood, Lavender; the list was extensive and near over whelming. To the right was a low table, upon which sat various sticks of scented incense. Next to that, was a display showing intricate and beautifully designed oil and incense burners.

At the far end of the long room was a desk. On one side was a register, and on the other, was the large form of an Indian Hookah. The most authentic Egyptian artifact in the whole rather cheesy room, was probably the girl who manned the Register. Her name was Sanara Nihabetia, and at the tender age of Eighteen she was transplanted from her Temple home in Egypt to become a regular High School Student. In reality, she couldn't have been more bored. A slight five foot in height, her complexion was a soft toasted almond with large bright amber eyes and crushed faded burgundy hair that fell in waves down her back. Her lithe form was clad in a loose fitting white sleeveless dress that hung down to her ankles. It probably was considered old fashioned by the standard of Americans, but it was comfortable and fitting on the beautiful misplaced Egyptian.

Currently, she was working her after school job for her Foreign Exchange Family, manning the fort. Thankfully, the late afternoon rush of hippies and druggies had yet to invade, and the store was peaceful and silent. It also meant she had time to relax, and the lit and bubbling Hookah at her side proved that she was taking full advantage of the situation. Thick scented smoke rose in soft plumes up into the air, creating shadows of shifting forms in the dim light as they passed over her eyes. She could only hope that today the world decided to stand still and no one would interrupt her carefully crafted sanctuary.

Unfortunately, this was America. Peace didn't tend to last very long.

_______ι jusτ мαγ εατ γσu αℓιvε

[- Allo - Devira -]

Alora Shae


Alora smiled softly, she was making a Cheese rice, some BBQ ribs, Buttered rolls, and sweetened corn. She thought the corn mixed well with both the cheese rice and the BBQ, and her family agreed with her. Alora would be done quite soon. So, while she put the finishing touches on the dinner she took out her purple cell, and dialed her Fathers number. When he picked up she let out a childish giggle and told him she would be finished cooking in 20, perhaps 30, minutes. and that if he wanted it hot he'd get here by then. Alora spoke quickly, needing to call two of her other Brothers, and with a final I love you she hung her phone up. Although she didn't set it down, she instead called her Youngest Older Brother, although when he didn't answer she assumed he was either on his way home or with his girlfriend. Deciding to text her other brother she did so then set her phone back in the back of her black jeans.

Rarely did Alora wear any colors, she mostly wore Black, white, and grey. Her mother would beg her to wear pinks, purples, blues, and yellows. But Alora only ever gave in on holidays or her Mothers Birthday. So she had perhaps five, maybe six different colored outfits in her closet. Taking a rag Alora wiped off her hands on it, then checked her white off the shoulder top. She had pulled her sleeves up, since they went past her hands, in order to cook. But now that everything was pretty much ready she figured it safe to let them down, which she did.

Turning to get some plates out of the cupboard, Alora caught her image in a mirror. She had never understood why her mother put a mirror in the kitchen, but Alora stopped to look over her image anyway. She had Hip length light blue hair that was always straight no matter how much hair spray she used or how long she used a curling iron. She rarely wore makeup, she jsut had the kind of skin that made it so it wasn't needed. She was short, but still slightly curved in certain places. Her brothers would make fun of her, saying that instead of gaining weight on her stomach area or anywhere else normal people did, she packed away the weight in her Chest. Frowning at the memory Alora pulled her hair into a low pony tail, and went back to getting out different things she figured her family would use.

By the time she finished, Three out of four of her Brothers and her Father were all home and standing in the dinning room. Alora wouldn't let them in to even get the food, she would always bring it out and set it on the dinning room table. With a giggle she handed them the plates, cups, and drinks. Everything before finally putting the food on the Table. They all Dove in, but instead of joining them Alora looked down at the floor, she wondered where her Fourth brother was. Giving the members of her family who were there a smile Alora told them she needed some fresh air. And went to stand in the back yard. The back yard was quite a bit like a garden, it had large rose bushes all over the place. Flowered tree's, and just flowers. Alora's Mother loved flowers, and had convinced her Husband to let her convert the back yard into a giant flower garden.