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 Posted: Sun Apr 18, 2010 7:50 pm
Okay, so, this magnificent beast happenes to be my journal - or, rather, the journal of my two wolves. Doesn't seem to really be about me...
Anyways, no posting, follow the rules, blah blah blah... and thanks to ShadowFox-Sama for helping me out with layouts and stuff. So!
Table o' Contents:
Narangi,
Ayishik
~and~
Tiernan
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Posted: Sun Apr 18, 2010 7:51 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 18, 2010 7:52 pm
Phoenetically: AI-yih-shEEk
Physically:
Ayishik is a slender, healthy female, a bit on the small side but definitely capable on her own. However, she has a peculiar distortion of her eyes that allows her to see the world in a somewhat… different way. Toward the center of her vision things appear clear and close, as though she can see every detail even from afar, but at the edges things become foggier, more mystical. She walks the world in a dreamlike haze, to put it simply.
Personally:
Ayishik lives in a place of mystics and light, shadow and depth - almost as though the world was kept in a glass orb, and daily she watches from outside. Though this is mostly due to her strange eyes, she chooses to believe that, unlike others, she has been ‘gifted.’ Certainly no ordinary wolf was ever given the clear, crisp-in-the-middle, fog-on-the-borders vision that mimicks the dream world, beautiful and rare as it happened to be, and certainly none after could say they had ever seen anything half as lovely as she has. When light and perception twist into one another, as though dancing, as they do for Ayishik, however, one tends to get a little light-headed - and so she has taken to moving very softly through the fogs, attempting to be as light as possible in order to judge exactly where she actually stands. Most times she feels as though she has been lost to moonlight, and for that reason exactly she revels in traveling at night, but she has no hate for the sun; a bit bright, yes, to her sensitive eyes, but also so very golden, as though the landscape had been painted by the hands of some great god. Trading a few bumps to the noggin and trips over tricky ground for the awe and splendor that seems so natural to her is simply a side effect. She may not be the most efficient creature, but she is definitely one of the most poetic.
Historically:
N/A
Visually: mediumpurple
Obtained: Newbie Paid Raffle RP Log:[None currently] ╔══════════════╗ You Are The Moon, by the Hush Sound╚══════════════╝
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Posted: Thu Nov 11, 2010 2:02 pm
Phonetically: tEEr-nan
Physically:
Tiernan is of average size; he has a slim build and long legs that give him an overall gangly appearance. The power in those legs, combined with his small paws, gift him with the grace and agility to dart around any obstacle in his path, a show that closely resembles the swift swimming patterns of the fish that share his coloring.
Personally:
Tiernan has never found himself in a situation he couldn’t get out of. A disarming smile here, some charming words there, followed by either a quick snap of his jaw or a burst of his well developed speed usually let him escape before he got in too far over his head. Having never been in any kind of serious trouble has unfortunately encouraged Tiernan to continuously test limits and push boundaries. He’ll tease, joke, flirt and/or bait anything just to see what kind of reaction it will provoke and if he can stay a step ahead of it. Every creature he encounters is just a new opponent entering the field requesting a new game.
Historically:
N/A
Visually: darkslategrey
Obtained: Double Trouble Event: Flatsale RP Log:[None currently] ╔══════════════╗ City Traffic Puzzle, by the Hush Sound╚══════════════╝
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