Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2015 15:55:26 GMT
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"We don't know where this child came from."
; ;D I V O N A; ;
div - on - uh
-- female
-- child (7 months)
-- a pitbull x wolf hybrid
-- responds to anythin' you call her
-- birthplace unknown
"She's spoiled with rich ambitions."
-- sworn oath to the Pack of the Intrepidus
-- previously aligned with no group
-- upholds the responsibilities any usual pup does
-- aspires to soon be granted the honor of warrior
-- previously recognized as an aimless wanderer
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"'Friend' is a big word to her."
"We don't know where this child came from."
; ;D I V O N A; ;
div - on - uh
-- female
-- child (7 months)
-- a pitbull x wolf hybrid
-- responds to anythin' you call her
-- birthplace unknown
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"She's spoiled with rich ambitions."
-- sworn oath to the Pack of the Intrepidus
-- previously aligned with no group
-- upholds the responsibilities any usual pup does
-- aspires to soon be granted the honor of warrior
-- previously recognized as an aimless wanderer
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"'Friend' is a big word to her."
-- considers Marvin as a friend
-- looks up to no wolf for guidance
-- doesn't consider any canine as a mother or father
-- sexual orientation remains undefined (too young)
-- interest piqued by no alluring canine
-- softens when around no kind beast
-- madly in love with no lucky wolf
-- forever entwined with no lover
-- too young for children of her own
-- looks up to no wolf for guidance
-- doesn't consider any canine as a mother or father
-- sexual orientation remains undefined (too young)
-- interest piqued by no alluring canine
-- softens when around no kind beast
-- madly in love with no lucky wolf
-- forever entwined with no lover
-- too young for children of her own
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"Well, she looks pretty normal; perhaps a little unkempt of herself, though."
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"Well, she looks pretty normal; perhaps a little unkempt of herself, though."
-- bright purple slit eyes, gleaming with a kind aura
-- her fur is much thicker around her chest, neck and tail
-- pelt is decorated in a moderate gray with intricate dark markings, and occasional white hues
-- a silver tongue, in a literal sense
-- large, cropped ears; but they've always been that way
-- she has thick bones, and a good amount of muscle for her age. being a pup is still an issue
-- topped with a white mane with dark ends, always unkempt and messy
-- her fur is much thicker around her chest, neck and tail
-- pelt is decorated in a moderate gray with intricate dark markings, and occasional white hues
-- a silver tongue, in a literal sense
-- large, cropped ears; but they've always been that way
-- she has thick bones, and a good amount of muscle for her age. being a pup is still an issue
-- topped with a white mane with dark ends, always unkempt and messy
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"Other than that, she acts like most typical pups."
(these traits will somewhat change as she grows older)
(these traits will somewhat change as she grows older)
--affectionate, sympathetic, upbeat, clever, curious
--sporty, active, stubborn, determined, thick-skinned
--indecisive or impulsive under pressure, often resulting in the wrong decision
--hyper, rambunctious, but still quiet in the sense of an inside-voice, awkward
"Poor kid."
Divona is unable to speak about what went on before she joined Intrepidus - simply because she is incapable of remembering the events. So, I will just share what she does remember in the following little roleplay tidbit. Pardon any typos or awkward sentences, I wanted to get this done so I could put it here. c':
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The gears within her little head had only just began turning, rendering her cognition nigh useless. Bright sunlight made way past her heavy lids, the lass recoiling in distaste upon the unwelcoming rays.
'...’
Seawater clung to her disheveled hide all the while an atrocious, sour stench of both damp fur and fishy substances lingered in the air drafts around - for the longest time, she was left in confusion, lavender voids drifting to the land below. Little toes kneaded at the lose yet mucky sand below. A beach? A.. raunchy old beach? Fallen branches and seaweed were washed upon the waterfront; whilst a silver pup laid among it all. Her movements are slow and lethargic. Her eyes were playing tricks - there were duplicates of objects splayed across the sand, spinning and twisting around each other in some sort of vile dance. A rancid taste haunted her tongue.
“..Gross.” Her voice creaked.
Short legs would prop themselves under the weak child, wobbling to a stand. Divona was stricken with an abominable pang of fatigue and nausea, a soft whimper sounding within her gullet. What was the last thing she remembered? It was beyond her knowledge - and how she ended up in the water in the first place was foreign. With pursed lips, a sore throat, and a wobble to her step, she sashayed through the sand at an ever-so-slow rate, knees buckling on several occasions. Cognition was still a haze,incapable of seeing straight and process an entire thought. She must have hit her head - or that saltwater just got to her head.
Ha. Salty. She made a funny.
Out of all the water in the world, why on earth did she have to be surrounded my salt water? She couldn’t drink it - that must was apparent. The child was dehydrated, and her senses were far too weak to sought the nearest fresh water. Even with all the attempts she made, her efforts were futile. She was too out of it in order to find anything. But hey, she could stand; so that means she could go somewhere. Anywhere. Anyplace away from here.
Trembling legs ventured onwards - across the shoreline. Follow the ocean. More and more dirt clung loosely to her clumpy and malodorous peltry, stray splotches of soot decorating her face and legs. Pawpads dragged across the sandy surface, tripping over her own steps and rolling into the sand on occasion. There were no hostile entities within her line of sight - no kind ones, either. In fact, no creatures at all were nearby.
So she thought.
Her eyesight was only growing blurrier and blurrier, the duplicates worsening, and the pang throbbing in her mind would only beg for her to stop fighting it - to just fall over and collapse.
Please. This is Divona. She ain’t doing that.
However, this clueless little rascal was just on the shores of the Intrepidus camp - a remarkably short distance from the closest members, and was on the verge of thinking that it might actually be hopeless. It wasn’t her mentality, but rather the aching and trembling of her poor little legs - knees buckling far much worse than they were before, and it soon grew to the extent of not being able to stand. The silverette(it tried correcting it to silverware i'm crying) was cheering herself on with little to no response; and the sudden intrusion of a voice cased her to cease her efforts, and, with pain to follow, snap her head in the direction of the source.
It was indeed a beautiful tune - the tune of a savior.
Thank you, Lady Cazatella.
There was a rush of relief and joy that spread throughout the youngster - so, she wasn’t going to die right here? How wonderful. That would have been awful, wouldn’t it? Divona the Dino, dead? Psh, never.
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Preset link: www.mediafire.com/download/637w3eo27696s9c/Rikarei_5.fhp
will draw more art later c: dis just a light chibi bust, her markings are darker ingame
--sporty, active, stubborn, determined, thick-skinned
--indecisive or impulsive under pressure, often resulting in the wrong decision
--hyper, rambunctious, but still quiet in the sense of an inside-voice, awkward
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"Poor kid."
Divona is unable to speak about what went on before she joined Intrepidus - simply because she is incapable of remembering the events. So, I will just share what she does remember in the following little roleplay tidbit. Pardon any typos or awkward sentences, I wanted to get this done so I could put it here. c':
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The gears within her little head had only just began turning, rendering her cognition nigh useless. Bright sunlight made way past her heavy lids, the lass recoiling in distaste upon the unwelcoming rays.
'...’
Seawater clung to her disheveled hide all the while an atrocious, sour stench of both damp fur and fishy substances lingered in the air drafts around - for the longest time, she was left in confusion, lavender voids drifting to the land below. Little toes kneaded at the lose yet mucky sand below. A beach? A.. raunchy old beach? Fallen branches and seaweed were washed upon the waterfront; whilst a silver pup laid among it all. Her movements are slow and lethargic. Her eyes were playing tricks - there were duplicates of objects splayed across the sand, spinning and twisting around each other in some sort of vile dance. A rancid taste haunted her tongue.
“..Gross.” Her voice creaked.
Short legs would prop themselves under the weak child, wobbling to a stand. Divona was stricken with an abominable pang of fatigue and nausea, a soft whimper sounding within her gullet. What was the last thing she remembered? It was beyond her knowledge - and how she ended up in the water in the first place was foreign. With pursed lips, a sore throat, and a wobble to her step, she sashayed through the sand at an ever-so-slow rate, knees buckling on several occasions. Cognition was still a haze,incapable of seeing straight and process an entire thought. She must have hit her head - or that saltwater just got to her head.
Ha. Salty. She made a funny.
Out of all the water in the world, why on earth did she have to be surrounded my salt water? She couldn’t drink it - that must was apparent. The child was dehydrated, and her senses were far too weak to sought the nearest fresh water. Even with all the attempts she made, her efforts were futile. She was too out of it in order to find anything. But hey, she could stand; so that means she could go somewhere. Anywhere. Anyplace away from here.
Trembling legs ventured onwards - across the shoreline. Follow the ocean. More and more dirt clung loosely to her clumpy and malodorous peltry, stray splotches of soot decorating her face and legs. Pawpads dragged across the sandy surface, tripping over her own steps and rolling into the sand on occasion. There were no hostile entities within her line of sight - no kind ones, either. In fact, no creatures at all were nearby.
So she thought.
Her eyesight was only growing blurrier and blurrier, the duplicates worsening, and the pang throbbing in her mind would only beg for her to stop fighting it - to just fall over and collapse.
Please. This is Divona. She ain’t doing that.
However, this clueless little rascal was just on the shores of the Intrepidus camp - a remarkably short distance from the closest members, and was on the verge of thinking that it might actually be hopeless. It wasn’t her mentality, but rather the aching and trembling of her poor little legs - knees buckling far much worse than they were before, and it soon grew to the extent of not being able to stand. The silverette(it tried correcting it to silverware i'm crying) was cheering herself on with little to no response; and the sudden intrusion of a voice cased her to cease her efforts, and, with pain to follow, snap her head in the direction of the source.
It was indeed a beautiful tune - the tune of a savior.
Thank you, Lady Cazatella.
There was a rush of relief and joy that spread throughout the youngster - so, she wasn’t going to die right here? How wonderful. That would have been awful, wouldn’t it? Divona the Dino, dead? Psh, never.
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Preset link: www.mediafire.com/download/637w3eo27696s9c/Rikarei_5.fhp
will draw more art later c: dis just a light chibi bust, her markings are darker ingame
