.... ooc name: WildFlower
.... current characters: Euna, Sonnet and Sage
.... how you found us: Prior Member
.... your character's initial fight stats: Ghost
....a role play sample (200+ words): The familiar scent made its way to the sleepy male, stirring him furthermore from his slumber. His eyelashes fluttered, front paws stretching out as his jaws parted into a whiny yawn. His tongue curled and then with an audible click his mouth shut. He grumbled to himself, moving his body back into a tight ball. Luca was comfortable in the small den he'd found for the night; however, the scent piqued his curiosity. At last, the male begrudgingly rose to slip out the entrance. He shook his grey pelt free of any dirt from the earthy haven he'd been stowed away in before casually strolling off.
He was in no hurry, lazily making his way across snow-covered ground. His tail swayed back and forth, becoming more eager as his tired brain began to recognize the scent. It was the storyteller, Isomne. A pleasing woman with bright sunflower-colored eyes. Although they'd only met once he found himself fond of her. He picked up the pace a little, happy to be crossing paths once more with a friendly face. The small wolf pushed through the brush, brown eyes squinting as twigs scraped across his face.
He broke through the foliage to see the waterfalls and froze dead still in awe. Luca took it all in with his maw slightly agape, his head slowly turning until...there she was. His head cocked to the side. Painted amongst the scenery, she was drinking water, her pale fur illuminated by the light that reflected off the rising mist. His heart thudded. In this place, Isomne...looked...mesmerizing. He hadn't had a thought like this before about someone. Luca awkwardly tried to shove the foreign feeling down. Sure, her eyes had caught him in their prior meeting, but this was new.
He woofed out to her, wagging his tail and approaching in a neutral posture. He came close but remained a respectful distance, "We meet again." He spoke with a cheeky smile.
and finally a bit about your character... Tulip has spent her life on the run.
.... current characters: Euna, Sonnet and Sage
.... how you found us: Prior Member
.... your character's initial fight stats: Ghost
....a role play sample (200+ words): The familiar scent made its way to the sleepy male, stirring him furthermore from his slumber. His eyelashes fluttered, front paws stretching out as his jaws parted into a whiny yawn. His tongue curled and then with an audible click his mouth shut. He grumbled to himself, moving his body back into a tight ball. Luca was comfortable in the small den he'd found for the night; however, the scent piqued his curiosity. At last, the male begrudgingly rose to slip out the entrance. He shook his grey pelt free of any dirt from the earthy haven he'd been stowed away in before casually strolling off.
He was in no hurry, lazily making his way across snow-covered ground. His tail swayed back and forth, becoming more eager as his tired brain began to recognize the scent. It was the storyteller, Isomne. A pleasing woman with bright sunflower-colored eyes. Although they'd only met once he found himself fond of her. He picked up the pace a little, happy to be crossing paths once more with a friendly face. The small wolf pushed through the brush, brown eyes squinting as twigs scraped across his face.
He broke through the foliage to see the waterfalls and froze dead still in awe. Luca took it all in with his maw slightly agape, his head slowly turning until...there she was. His head cocked to the side. Painted amongst the scenery, she was drinking water, her pale fur illuminated by the light that reflected off the rising mist. His heart thudded. In this place, Isomne...looked...mesmerizing. He hadn't had a thought like this before about someone. Luca awkwardly tried to shove the foreign feeling down. Sure, her eyes had caught him in their prior meeting, but this was new.
He woofed out to her, wagging his tail and approaching in a neutral posture. He came close but remained a respectful distance, "We meet again." He spoke with a cheeky smile.
and finally a bit about your character... Tulip has spent her life on the run.
