February 07, 2015, 08:46 PM
(This post was last modified: February 07, 2015, 08:46 PM by The Nameless One.)
Stalked AS a bit before coming to this decision! HAVE YOUR WAY WITH HER, LADIES. Down to spree *_____* ...and if you guys want to come up with a design for what they see her as, HAVE AT IT. I haven't come up with anything concrete yet??
She was a survivor. She and her bastard born brother "thrived" with their mother as they should not have. But when Winter came, their time of prosper ended. Without a pack, their chances of survival plummeted... and her brother was the first to pass. None would enable them entrance due to the mouths they already had to feed. Nameless had grown into a large wolf, and still had some more growing to do yet. She was long and lean, like a whip; if she was ever meant to fill out, be anything more, her lack of true sustenance had thus far prevented that.
And then her mother passed.
The what, the when, the how... all that was unknown. Everything was unknown. What she could and could not do, what she was good for, who she was...
Life would have her begin again, or here, it would end.
Covered in grime and sand and seaweed, the sea spat her from its womb and left her on the sandy shores of the Sound. Currently, she was unconscious, her limp body being pushed and pushed. There was nothing to betray that she was alive except for the rise and fall of her chest, subtle and slow and difficult to see to an eye that was not critical. A month of hunting alone allowed fur to cling to a thinner than usual frame, wrapped in a color difficult to see beneath all that covered her currently. Though were one to remove the seaweed from her, they might be able to come up with some sort of color.
She was a survivor. She and her bastard born brother "thrived" with their mother as they should not have. But when Winter came, their time of prosper ended. Without a pack, their chances of survival plummeted... and her brother was the first to pass. None would enable them entrance due to the mouths they already had to feed. Nameless had grown into a large wolf, and still had some more growing to do yet. She was long and lean, like a whip; if she was ever meant to fill out, be anything more, her lack of true sustenance had thus far prevented that.
And then her mother passed.
The what, the when, the how... all that was unknown. Everything was unknown. What she could and could not do, what she was good for, who she was...
Life would have her begin again, or here, it would end.
Covered in grime and sand and seaweed, the sea spat her from its womb and left her on the sandy shores of the Sound. Currently, she was unconscious, her limp body being pushed and pushed. There was nothing to betray that she was alive except for the rise and fall of her chest, subtle and slow and difficult to see to an eye that was not critical. A month of hunting alone allowed fur to cling to a thinner than usual frame, wrapped in a color difficult to see beneath all that covered her currently. Though were one to remove the seaweed from her, they might be able to come up with some sort of color.
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lost at sea - by The Nameless One - February 07, 2015, 08:46 PM
RE: lost at sea - by Caiaphas - February 07, 2015, 08:57 PM
RE: lost at sea - by The Nameless One - February 07, 2015, 09:06 PM
RE: lost at sea - by Caiaphas - February 07, 2015, 09:17 PM
RE: lost at sea - by The Nameless One - February 07, 2015, 09:32 PM
RE: lost at sea - by Wynter Wolf - February 07, 2015, 10:34 PM
RE: lost at sea - by Caiaphas - February 07, 2015, 11:09 PM
RE: lost at sea - by The Nameless One - February 07, 2015, 11:18 PM
RE: lost at sea - by Caiaphas - February 10, 2015, 02:48 PM
RE: lost at sea - by Wynter Wolf - February 10, 2015, 05:01 PM