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Proooooofiles:

Okay, here's the dealio. Base your characters on the old skool fairy tales, the folk talks, legends, bible-type stories. There's a TON out there, but do know we're mostly basing this story off the Grimm brothers version of these stories. A bit more greusome, a bit more real.

You CAN have characters that already exist in stories - but make them your own too. The nice thing about fairy tales (and other such stories) is that the people in them tend to be quite simplified. Good to work with.

And, you can have more than one character, if you wanna. Of course, we can add more later too... Since I have a feeling that there's gonna be only three, MAYBE four of us. Woohoo.

The usual setup:

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Appearance:
Personality:
History: (Include which story they're from, if they are)
Other:

Ala's Profile:

Name: Percival Eugene Dash III of Kingdom Everland. But for the love of ALL that's good, call him Dash. Heck, Princy would work... Just not... His name.

Age: Mid 20's

Gender: Maaaaale.

Appearance: Okay, let's put it this way, he's to DIE for. When one thinks of prince charming, he's your man. Tall, in perfect shape, tan, handsome. He has a straight, longish nose and eyes that change colour with his moods. His hair, a dusty almost dirty blonde falls JUST RIGHT all the time, and is so light and beautiful it makes most girls jealous. He has a perfect smile, high cheek bones, and a voice like melted chocolate.

He carrys himself majestically, though lately, he's been a bit more droopy than usual. In certain lights, his hair almost looks brown or red - its as if his appearance shifts a bit here or there, but he's still just as handsome as ever.

As for clothing, he usually wears a tunic top and comfortable pants, a sword belted at his hip, lovely boots, and even a cape or cloak - prince attire. He is, after all, the prince charming.

Personality: Dash's personality's just as catching as his looks... At least, most everyone thinks so. Maybe it's the calogne he wears. Either way, he's a bright fellow, smiles a lot (or, used to) and tends to fall into song. He's quite smart, cunning if you will, for he's had aeons of practice outsmarting or outfighting the evils of his stories. He can fight as well as he can do most everything, and he's got flocks of princesses and other girls after him.

He hates it.

Lately, he's been feeling rather down... Not so keen on smiling, and his songs are all slow, sad ballads. He's tired of being the hero. Flat out WEARY. Why is there always a princess in need of rescue? Why is there always a dragon there destroying a town? And that wolf... He always sees that wolf around. He hates to kill them... After all, they're just trying to make due too. But noooo, he's always coerced into doing things for the greater good. What about HIS good?

Like I said, TIRED of it.

History: He's the prince in all the stories. The one that kissed Sleeping Beauty to wake her. To bring Snow White back from almost certain death. He's killed dragons and ogres and trolls and beasts... Been crowned under the name Arthur and had bestowed upon him kindgoms. He wants none of it anymore. The poor man has had so many marriage proposals it makes him feel sick, and everywhere he goes, a woman's floundering just to get him to say hi. All in all, everyone knows him, but doesn't know HIM. He's just the prince in the stories - the nameless man blinded by an angry witch throwing him into thorns, the one who danced with Cinderella until midnight. But no one knows who he really is. And he's tired of it.

Other: Not much more to tell. He has a horse. It's a very loyal horse. I'll come up with a name for him later. Yays!


Aka's profile:

Name: Remus, but you can call him Rem.

Age: He doesn't really look one age, and tends to laugh when you ask him, but eventually he'll tell you 19.

Gender: Male

Appearance: Rem is a very dark skinned fellow to start off. He's incredibly tan, almost black in places. Those dark places include his chest, hands, feet, and around his jaw line. His face is oddly pale, however, but dark around his eyes and nose. Rem's eyes are another odd thing about him, he almost has no whites to his eyes and they are a bright yellow gold. Other than that, he looks just like anyone else. He's built lean and long, but in no way appears delicate.

His face is long and sort of sorrowful, as though years have brought him down. Though, it has a roughly dimond shape to it and is oddly sharp and pointed with defined cheek bones and a long nose. Rem's hair is thick and black underneath while silver on top and is worn in a choppy misshapen fashion that flops into his eyes and ears. He's got a real mop of hair on him and a haughty stubborn expression to match his untameable hair.

His clothes consist of anything that fits, but never shoes.


Personality: Rem is cold and bitter. Those are the first things that come to mind when you mention his personality. He has a harsh sense of humor and a brutal critical sense that often make others despise him and tends to push people away. He's quicker to grimace than to smile and give him a glass half full and he'll insist it's half empty. There is no softness in his heart and no mercy in his strange eyes. One of this greatest sayings is: 'Don't cry, you deserved it.'

He holds no loyalties to anyone but himself and cares for no one but himself. His kindness was long since replaced with cynicism and he often suffers from large bouts of depression and endless cycles of self pity. He is full of cruel and negative turn of phrases and believes things like luck to be a myth and that life is entirely run on fate... those doomed to fail, will always fail. Those who are evil will always be evil.

History: There is no one story that Rem belongs, and he never does tell you what part he played. He insists that's not what's important, but the fact nothing has ever turned out for him and never will. In every story ever told he was always fated to be the bad guy, the one everyone hated. It didn't matter if he wanted for a change to be different, but being what he is, that's just how it always went.

The Big Bad Wolf would never be referred to as the Small Good Wolf who was only trying to help. In every tale ever told, no wolf was ever considered good... so he plays his part to the very core in response to his fate. Rem is as every wolf ever told in a story, any wolf mentioned, was always him... and so in essence, he is immortal... and the very symbol of bad.

That's about all you need for his history.

Other: Rem isn't a wolf, but only sort of represents The Wolf. There are times you might catch actual glimpses of The Wolf when you watch him, but otherwise he only has those wolfish features. Also, he is only immortal due to the age of his stories.


THE END!



Jiffy's profile. Behold.

Oh snap oh snap what's this? I EDIT IT! ;D Magiiiieeek And why yes...I did fix Aka's spelling typos. ;]

Name: Alex (she ended up naming herself)

Age: Appears 18-20.

Gender: Female

Appearance: Sally is a cute girl. She has straight, short brown hair, cut just above her shoulders. It never grows. She hates her hair to bits and pieces, but it just won't grow, ever. She has learned to grin and bare it though, seeing as how the readers all enjoy short haired young woman. Her skin is the perfect peach of any girl in stories. Her cheeks are always slightly pinker and her lips are always a darker shade of pink than her cheeks.

Sally's figure can be described as girlie not womanly. She has slight curves, though not enough to be seen as really all that curvy. Her bust is small as well, though something is still there. She hates this as well, since they never seem to grow, and she wants to be able to wear revealing clothing...and actually reveal something there.

As for Sally's face, well she's cute, as I said before. She has slightly big doughy brown eyes with long lashes. Her face is soft and gently rounded. She has freckles along her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. That's it. Nothing much more to say. She can be either as a tom-boy of sorts or simply a straight girl.

Sally's outfits are always the same as well, she can never find anything sexy. She always wears either a simple sundress, a dark red with white buttons and a pair of black janes. On top of all this she wears a cloak, only her writer knows why though. It's red, and drapes over her shoulder to just about her ankles. It's hood is large and covers her head, enough to shadow her features often. For some strange reason though, she never leaves without it. She says it makes her hot and sweaty...but it's habit for her to grab it before going off for a random walk in the woods. Who knows why she does that either.

Personality: Sally can be described as either witty or mean. Those who aren't too sensitive will love her. She tends to forget that some people don't get sarcasm or sick humor and can easily hurt others with her sarcastic wit. Simply...she's really sarcastic about everything. People who don't understand her can sometimes get on her nerves, but she never really MEANS to hurt people. When people do get hurt she ends up feeling pretty bad about it, but it doesn't stop her from teasing them or making a joke about the situation.

This doesn't mean she can't stick-up for herself. She can very easily brush off insults and threats like nothing. She's grown so used to having wolves stalking her and eating her grandmothers that she doesn't care much about what other's think anymore. She doesn't mind if people think she's stupid or mean or even a b***h really, she just wants to be herself and that's all. Even if she does stick-up for herself she never resorts to violence, though she will if it's the last choice up her sleeve. She can pack a pretty mean punch.

That being said, one can see Sally as someone who doesn't care much about anything, but she really does. She won't upright admit to being a big softy but she is. She covers up her sweet heart with her sarcasm, but if you get to know her you'll understand she really cares about the well-being of other's, even if she shows it much more differently than other's out there like Snow White or Cinderella. No, she isn't a princess, she's a simple young lady living in a small house in the woods.

Over all she's just your average, boyish, sarcastic girl.


History: Oooohhh do I have to really? Well Sally is from that story with the girl and wolf and grandmother, Little Red Riding Hood. She enjoyed it at first. She liked being independent, she liked being the one to save herself and grandmother from the wolf instead of a Prince running up and taking her away on a horse. This could prove why she has such a sarcastic, independent personality. The first few readings she really did like having wolves running around stalking her and eating her grandmother.

After the first million times she starting getting tired and annoyed. Her cheerful personality turned her now sarcastically mean personality. She started getting so annoyed with the wolf and even her grandmother. First off why eat a grandma? Why stalk a girl? What was up with that? Yet she continued to bare the monotony of it all and said her lines, did her things.

However now she's been played with at her wit's end and she simply wants OUT. She wants to get rid of her helpless grandmother and her stupidity at letting wolves in the house. She wants to get rid of that stupid wolf that seems to have something on her, always fallowing her and watching her every move. They all have started to annoy her until she wants to kill BOTH of them. That and she wants to grow boobs. Whatever reason you want to believe is up to you.

Other: Did I mention she likes picnics? Oh yes and trees and flowers. She doesn't HATE canines per say, but she gets annoyed with them very easily, since they always seem to have a thing with following her around nonstop. She also likes the color red, kinda like a bull.

AND...well...I can't think of any more. D:

hhahahaha oh god I see a clock instead of cloak and a one instead of on. I MEAN IT PEOPLE! I promise...



Name: Bedelia LaQuoir

Age: Appears 22-24

Gender: Female

Appearance: Bedelia is the kind of woman that is very gorgeous yet somehow people are scared to get close to. Many men fall for her and yet are disgusted by her at the same time. Her long, graceful, elegant figure tends to be shrouded by some unseen darkness like a curse. Her skin is a very pale color, almost ivory, and very smooth and soft, having not seen a blemish or disfigurement in her life. She stands at a long height, 5'11" and has long beautiful legs to match. Her legs are the first thing someone will look at considering how long and slender they are with just the right bump. The next thing someone would be drawn to is her chest, she has a pair of breasts that are somewhat bigger than average, though not to the extent that they are distracting.

Bedelia has a mature, yet young face. Her features are more sharp and angled that some but not in a ugly way, in a very dark and sexy way. Her eyes are bright violet and tend to change colors often. When angry they turn red, and that's all anyone knows, since she never gets happy or optimistic, or sad for that fact. Her lips are perfect and always in a scowl or sneer. As for her hair, it is extremely long, all the way down to her ankles, and is a very soft white color with a strange blue tint to it like snow. She keeps it down a lot and it seems to never get damaged or dirty. Otherwise she'll have it up in a bun.

Her outfits are very much like any witch or evil woman. She wears mainly dresses, always strapless and always dark colored. Not to mention many of them have long slits starting at her waist on either one side or both. She also always wears boots with sharp heels that could hurt if shoved into a body. On her neck is always some sort of dark jewel with a mysterious aura or glow about it, as well as her dangling earrings and bracelets.

All in all Bedelia is a very womanly...woman.


Personality: In short Bedelia is cold.

This woman only cares about herself. She never talks to anyone unless for her benefit or amusement, giving stupid young girl's apples or putting a spell on the princess or casting a world into forever winter. When she does talk to others she can be very bitchy or simply seductive. She knows how to seduce and get others to bend at her will. She's had years and years of practice.

Otherwise no one really knows the true woman behind the scowling mask of hers. No one's gotten close enough to.


History: Bedelia is the witch of stories. She talks to mirrors and puts Sleeping Beauty to sleep, casts eternities of winter, eats little fat children, grounds Cinderella from the ball, all those wonderful happy things. For this everyone sees her as immediately evil.

Who knows if she's really evil. All anyone knows is to not let her wrap her fingers around you. Otherwise no one knows much about her.

Other: Bedelia, being a witch, has powers many don't. She can change her shape into Dragons, Snakes, all those good animals, and can cast spells on people, her favorite being a sleep or darkness. She is able to whip up a potion in seconds and has a strange ability to seduce men and children, many being little boys. She also never ages...thanks to her magic.

Jess' Profile:

Name: Faust

Age: 20

Gender: Male

Appearance: Faust stands at around six feet tall and has a thin, wiry body and broad shoulders. Most of his weight is made up of lean muscle. His skin is the color of a pale moon and dark bags underline his eyes, obviously from lack of sleep. His face is quite angular and he has a slightly long nose. He has quite a mess of hair, the lowest point it reaches being the midpoint of his neck, on his head, falling over his ears and a bit into his eyes.

His hair is dyed an unnatural purple hue and his eyes are a deep blue color. Ironically enough, he is found wearing clothes much like that of a clergyman's; a long black, form-fitting coat with a high collar, encircling his neck right under his chin. Beneath this, he wears a long-sleeve button-up, white shirt with black pants and black leather boots. Overall, Faust is a very attractive man, for the Devil also gave him the ability to remain forever young.

Personality: Faust here thinks he's the best darn thing around. He's arrogant, to say the least. Unfortunately for him, his huge ego can be easily bruised. He doesn't make friends well with this superiority complex. He doesn't seem to need friends, though.

The actual cause of his arrogance isn't TOO ill-founded. He is ungodly intelligent, mostly because he sold his soul to Mephistopheles, also known as the Devil, for that vast wealth of knowledge. As you would expect, Faust is quite the loner, preferring to work alone. He holds loyalty to no one and will always save his own neck over someone else's. He doesn't help others, usually, either.

History: Faust is the very embodiment of the man who makes a pact with the Devil for whatever gains he may want. But, over the centuries, Faust is FINALLY realizing that the loss of his soul isn't worth what he so longs for. He wants to escape his doomed fate, outrun the Devil. Though he will always come back after his death, he wants a much more peaceful passing other than the awful one he has to suffer every time the Devil comes to collect Faust's soul. Currently, his story is at the point right after he sold his soul and now he doesn't want to die again horribly.

But the Devil's contract is perpetually binding... getting out of it won't be easy. It just might be impossible.

Other: Eh, nothing really.


Teufel's Profile:

Name: Amleth

Age: Early-to-mid twenties

Gender: Male

Appearance: Amleth is not an impressive person, by any definition of the word. In fact, looking at the poor little fellow, you'd likely assume the worst of him automatically. Amleth is short. Amleth is fat. Amleth looks dumb, and weak, and pathetic. Everything about Amleth reeks of "Pansy-loser-dork."

His skin is a ripe pinkish color, and his face--particularly ruddy and red in complexion--always has an expression that makes him look as though he's about to cry. Red hair is thin and flat against his round head, always cowlicked. Watery, dark eyes are set in his face, and his very large nose is very pushed upward, in a fittingly piggish look. Large, folded piggy ears stick out on either side of his chubby head.

As for clothes, Amleth usually squirms into dirty work clothes: an old tunic, fraying jeans, a holey jacket. All plus sizes, of course.Nothing else about his appearance gives a good impression, there's no reason he should try to change that with clothes.

Personality: This poor little sack of crud is miserable in every direction. He has a horrible defeatist attitude, and is sure that everything about him offends all of everyone's five senses. Nothing he does will ever go right, and nothing about him will ever make him a likable person. He truly hates himself.

In fact, if there's one thing that he hates more than himself, it's liars. Liars, cheaters, glory-hogs, oh, he could shove his foot right down their stupid grinning throats--! ...And, see, that's where the anger comes in. His temper is a violent force to be reckoned with, and given the right trigger, its fuse is short. But otherwise, he mostly sticks to sniveling.

Now, Amleth's a good person and all. He believes in doing the right thing (even if it's never helped him out, personally), and relying on morals (even if no one else notices). He likes people who are nice to him; it's a rare enough find, and he'll latch onto a friend with every scrap of loyalty he's got. However, his constant self-deprecation and sniveling is so tiresome, that few can stand him for long--which, indeed just makes him more miserable.

History: Amleth is the Little Pig who didn't quite make a good enough house. He's the one pegged as the moron who didn't put enough effort or think far enough ahead, and who scorned his harder-working brother for working so hard and being prepared for the Big Bad Wolf.

Because, you know, the obvious thing to do is to make a house of straw with your own hands, right? Of course, of course he thought straw would be a great way to make his home. Not only is it possibly the world's WORST fire hazard, the smallest breeze at any point during construction would sent the whole house back to a useless heap of horse food. Of course, who WOULDN'T want a house of straw? Stupid dumb storytellers.

They always talk about how his brother was diligent, his brother was hard-working, his brother was smart. No one mentioned that his brother had gotten all of Dad's money, so he could afford the equipment for bricklaying and cement-turning. No one remembers the part where his brother teased Amleth nonstop about his terrible little shack of straw. And, of course, everyone leaves out the part where Amleth was perfectly aware that he was Wolf fodder, and sat in his terrible home wracked with fear. Nope, Amleth was just a stupid, lazy, cocky fool who didn't see how great his big brother was.

Soyeah, this little piggy is miserable and bitter after his reputation was set as a result of that story. Everything about his existence has shot his confidence to hell.

Other: Amleth will eat anything remotely edible. And he particularly likes boiled foods. Also, he has a perpetually runny nose.



Amaya's Profile

Name: Ryuu

Age: No one really knows, but for this, we say she looks 20

Gender: Female

Appearance: Ryuu is not a small woman by all means, she tops most women, and sometimes men, in height, falling in at around 5’9” or 5’10”. Slender with a slight chest and a gentle curve to her hips, she looks the part of 20 maybe even a little bit older. A slight tone covers her arms, legs, stomach, especially her back where she’s a bit harder than soft in terms muscle. Her skin is tanned a nice sort of honey brown, the kind that you don’t see very often.

Long waving red-brown locks fall down to her waist, at times it looks a little messy, or wind ruffled. So far, your average woman, just a little taller than most. Well, that’s about all that’s normal to her, everything else sort of, defines what she really is. High cheek-bones adorned a tanned face with only one fault, a small patch of red scales on each bone, moving down in a sort of crescent, like a bloody tattoo. Her eyes are a gold green with thinly slitted pupils that almost disappear with her anger.

Emerging from her hair are two smooth black horns with a slight silver sheen to the underside, they fall in at out 4 inches long, curving back along her head. Scales patch her left and right arm every here and there, on both sides the same color as the ones on her face. Her nails are black and silver like her horns, and are quite sharp a pretty dangerous weapon. The final bit is, her teeth, the canines are pointed and long, they tend to get in her way.

Clothing wise, even on hot days you will see her wearing long sleeved shirts with open necks that dip slightly to make up for the cover on her arms. She wears whatever bottoms she can find, which usually consist of tattered but form fitting trousers (she never was one for skirts), and some sort of boot or flat footed shoe.

Personality: Most people see Ryuu as the senseless slave that does the bidding of evil witches and wizards, the one who can’t speak and just lives to serve, the one that is easily manipulate or coerced into submission or partnership. She is evil in alls eyes with a bad attitude and no intelligence to boot. She knows differently, and honestly, it’s really starting to bug her.

Okay so she likes burning things, eating sheep and the occasional person when they tick her off. But that doesn’t mean she is senseless or evil… It’s not her fault her part always requires her to be the thing guarding towers and killing knights, nope not at all. All in all, Ryuu does have a bad temper, she’s quite the pessimist, doesn’t smile, and hates any man that dares brandish a sword and assume the name ‘Prince.’ But there’s a soft spot deep underneath those scales… Deep, deep, deep beneath, but there.

More than anything though, she wants to be rid of all this. She’s SICK of being the bad idiotic dragon, just sick of it.

History: If you haven’t already figured it out Ryuu is the dragon from the fairytales. She was the dragon told to guard fair-maidens against princes. The dragon that terrorizes the town, the dragon that attacks sheep and asks for sacrifices on certain nights. The dragon that everyone hates, that’s chained and used for evil doing. (hahaha pity party) She’s been poked and prodded and ‘slain’ so many times she could puke. Can’t a dragon catch a break?

No matter how hard she tries to have a story where the dragon isn’t bad, she can’t find it. That big fire-breathing beast will always be slain by the sweet princes saving the poor fair maiden’s. For once, can’t the prince be saving the poor Scaley lizard?

Other: For the sake of the rp, if you haven’t already noticed, she’s sort of a dragon parading as a human. How would a several foot long serpent with wings work out in a FOREST. Think Maleficent… I guess icon_xd.gif

OMG WHUT! AKA THINKS JIFFY SUCKS SERIOUSLY!!!!! AND HER PROFILE SUCKS MOOORE HOOOOMG... and I made your profile un-green. OOOOH. BOOYEAH.

JIFFY THINKS AKA IS A SUPER GAY HEDIOUS BUTT HEAD AND SHOULD GO JUMP OFF A CLIFF AND LAND ON MILLIONS OF LARGE SHARP SPIKES COVERED IN POISONOUS LIQUIDS, THEN GO PLAY WITH PIRHANNAS, IF STILL ALIVE, AND THEN SHOOT HERSELF IN THE HEAD. AND I MADE YOUR STUPIDITY POOOOOP BROWN.

AND JIFFY SAYS THAT WAS A SIGN OF LOVE FOR ATKINS. NOT A DEATH THREAT...NO NOT AT ALL

TEUF JUST WANTS IN ON SOME EDITING OTHER PEOPLES' POSTS ACTION BECAUSE SHE'S A POWER-HUNGRY d**k LIKE THAT

Tri-postie woo!

Haha, sorry, J, we were trying to leave this fairly open... But I added more to the first post... Does that make more sense to you now?

*Cracks up* Jiffy is my favorite.

Haha beware one's dreams J... They might one day come true. O.o

Anyway, new profile added *points to it* It's Jess' profile... Aka and I know her *waves* Though, J, I dunno if you do... Hopefully she'll POST somewhere in the guild too. *gives Jess a look* So there.

We'll probably start this tomorrow too... woooohoooo *runs around then goes to bed*

((Hahaha just so you know Lala, it wasn't a prince that saved the grandma and little red it was a HUNTER. And a hunter isn't exactly princy material... Though I want to make it no one saved them, and Little Red save them...cause it fits her personality more, since she's real independent. Ya know?

x3 So hopefully that doesn't put a damper on anything. I was just planning on making it that way...as said in her history and what-not. And oh my goodness, I lost a really good post. :[ *sniff* So this will be less good...:[

Picture I drew of her --> Piccu
Don't feel like I should put it up on d.a....since I kinda think it's messy looking.))

Everything was stupid.

At least that's how Little Red (how she hated her nick name) saw it to be. She never aged, never grew, never grew BOOBS, never grew gorgeous curves, never grew out long brown hair. Instead here she was in an 18 year old tom-boy's body. She was older than 18, but no one wanted to see a sexy woman save herself. Instead the readers liked a girl with short brown hair, large brown eyes, sweet smile, cute freckles, and young looking body. But who cared, no one lived in the forest except for her and her grandma.

Her grandma was stupid too.

She never got up and walked to HER house. Instead she made her granddaughter walk through woods unattended and have to teach a wolf not to eat old ladies. Though even if Little Red always beat the wolf, he never stopped. Never.

The wolf was stupid too.

There were times she felt like going up to him and asking for him to go with her and leave her stupid grandma. Go somewhere else where they had pork and chicken instead of elderly ladies to eat. He always seemed like a good guy deep down, just a bit hard headed and...well stupid. That was how the story was written. She was to save her grandma from the wolf. That's how it always went.

Even she was stupid as well.

The whole forest and everything in it was stupid.

Today was no different then last trillion days. Did night ever fall on this cheerful, quaint, and yet dangerous forest? Nope. No rain ever fell, not earthquake ever rumbled. The only danger was a wolf doing his job. The only living things were a wolf, a girl, and a stupid grandma. All they did was recite their lines and act out the story over and over again. What was this story?

This story was stupid.

"Everything is stupid." Little Red growled inside her small house. In her hand was a picnic basket. She grabbed a red cloak off the coat rack, only ever serving her own cloak, since no one ever visited her. After pulling the hood up she opened the door and watched the entry to the forest blankly. All day she didn't want to keep doing this but something kept her going, she didn't understand, it just always made her walk out the door and act out her lines and actions like a good little character.

She began out into the woods, wincing at the cheerful chirps of birds and scuttling of happy squirrels. Yeah, everything was so happy, except for the main character of the story. She wasn't all that happy. In fact she was on the opposite end of the spectrum. Happy? Not at all.

As she neared the area where the stupid wolf was to come out and talk to the stupid girl she slowed down. She waited there for a few seconds. No one came.

"Well now. This is different." She muttered aloud and tilted her head side to side and made a circle, looking around for the wolf. How boring it would be without him. What if he left without asking her to come along? If that were the case she would be upset. If she was going to leave she would at least ask if he wanted to go. Sure he ate her family and tried to eat her, but he was only acting things out as she had to. They had no control over their present.

"Hello?" She called out curiously and leaned forward, almost tripping over. Her brown eyes narrowed and she moved a step, expecting him to jump out at her. Nothing. "Where are you?" She asked again, putting a hand to her hip and pulling down her red hood, brown bangs shifting in her face as she turned her head again to try to find him.

"If you left without inviting me I'll be upset. You know how I get when I'm upset." She declared and huffed. This was annoying her now. She started to walk farther into the woods, calling out, urging him to come attack her.

"Look! Free meat! Eat me! Maybe I'll be happier dead! Dang...where in the hell are you?" She finally yelled and glared at the pathway. Where was he? Where was that wolf? Where was her wolf? Was he tugging her leg? Or was he really gone? Without her.

"Man...this is not fair at all." She sighed heavily and caught something shimmer off in the distance. She saw blond hair before it disappeared behind a bundle of trees. What was this? Blond hair? No one in this forest has blond hair. It was brown, black, or gray. If she had the ability to be scared anymore she would have, but instead curiosity tugged her legs forward to inspect who was wandering around their woods, their being the wolf and herself. She then heard a man's voice, not the dark somewhat rough voice of the wolf, but something gentler on the ears, not as soft as hers though, simply gentle and yet strong.

"Hey." She said loudly, putting her basket down on the ground and moving towards where she had heard the voices. "Hey, you. You know your in our woods. Wolf won't like it, I'm not sure I do either. Hey...have you seen him at all?" She said to the area, though they were covered by the clutter of trees. She stood still in front of it and waited for someone to come out and answer her.

"Are you that stupid Hunter that came by once? I didn't like him, so I told him to get out...never came back either. If that's you, I'll beat you up so you can't hunt anymore. Killing things is not good." She tilted her head and sighed heavily again. Finally she began to move her way around the trees and bushes to discover who was trespassing in THEIR woods.

((Hahaha theeeerrreee...not sure if that's any good. But I tried. :] ))