neigh goes the horse
03-20-2013, 02:37 PM
name,Lithilae Bellator
[Pronounced Lith-eh-lay]
age,4
which ref,Row 1, wolf 4
personality,
Lithilae; how to explain this dame? Not one for idle thoughts or chatter, she is mute often and gets the job done, which ever that may be. Her heart is a dead thing; instead she follows with her head, thinking logically. Lithilae cares not for much, but family is her life. Selfish and crude at times, she matters the most in her eyes. Fantasy and games are pretend to her; she only cares for the real and touchable.
Even with her (some) man like qualities, she is there when need be. Lithilae is polite to the men, but sneers behind their backs. She is tactful and cunning, as said before, she thinks before doing. She believes the women in the Bellator family should be able to pick and choose, instead of having to go through Abanndon. This often makes her rebellious, and cynical. She is a puzzle, an unmatched, and unconnectable one. But one thing is certain; once you meet Lithilae, you will never forget her.
example post,The ecru hued wolf ambled through the undergrowth. Lithilae masked in the tones of the crepuscular light, the dame meandered for the joy of doing so. Just before, she had managed to escape the barricades of her family, seeking the amity and lull alone. Xanthous eyes peered around her as she ceased her movements. Lifting her skull to the sky, she gazed at the stars. Her eyes shifted slightly. The pelage on the nape of her neck stood tall. An icy feeling had crept into her veins. Her bodice was tense, her muscles hardened. Whatever this beast was, it would not get far. Swiftly she cavorted to the right of her. Lithilae glared into the depths of the darkness. The uneasiness still lingered. No thoughts of monsters or men corrupted her mind. Instead, the woman thought of what creatures wandered in the night, who would be stalking her, and was it foe or prey? Stepping forward, her steps soft on the debris, she made no sound. The breadth was getting more near. The smell of carnage and sweet fear clung to the roof of her mouth. Keen she was, she figured what is already. Ambushing the beast, a squeal had sounded. Lithilae almost gave chase after the rabbit, instead laughed at its terror. Why get food when there was no need? Her shoulders rose and fell with silent tittering as she made the decent back home.
Just edited personality. Not happy with it, but that was never really my strong point. >_<
[Pronounced Lith-eh-lay]
age,4
which ref,Row 1, wolf 4
personality,
Lithilae; how to explain this dame? Not one for idle thoughts or chatter, she is mute often and gets the job done, which ever that may be. Her heart is a dead thing; instead she follows with her head, thinking logically. Lithilae cares not for much, but family is her life. Selfish and crude at times, she matters the most in her eyes. Fantasy and games are pretend to her; she only cares for the real and touchable.
Even with her (some) man like qualities, she is there when need be. Lithilae is polite to the men, but sneers behind their backs. She is tactful and cunning, as said before, she thinks before doing. She believes the women in the Bellator family should be able to pick and choose, instead of having to go through Abanndon. This often makes her rebellious, and cynical. She is a puzzle, an unmatched, and unconnectable one. But one thing is certain; once you meet Lithilae, you will never forget her.
example post,The ecru hued wolf ambled through the undergrowth. Lithilae masked in the tones of the crepuscular light, the dame meandered for the joy of doing so. Just before, she had managed to escape the barricades of her family, seeking the amity and lull alone. Xanthous eyes peered around her as she ceased her movements. Lifting her skull to the sky, she gazed at the stars. Her eyes shifted slightly. The pelage on the nape of her neck stood tall. An icy feeling had crept into her veins. Her bodice was tense, her muscles hardened. Whatever this beast was, it would not get far. Swiftly she cavorted to the right of her. Lithilae glared into the depths of the darkness. The uneasiness still lingered. No thoughts of monsters or men corrupted her mind. Instead, the woman thought of what creatures wandered in the night, who would be stalking her, and was it foe or prey? Stepping forward, her steps soft on the debris, she made no sound. The breadth was getting more near. The smell of carnage and sweet fear clung to the roof of her mouth. Keen she was, she figured what is already. Ambushing the beast, a squeal had sounded. Lithilae almost gave chase after the rabbit, instead laughed at its terror. Why get food when there was no need? Her shoulders rose and fell with silent tittering as she made the decent back home.
Just edited personality. Not happy with it, but that was never really my strong point. >_<
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