ardent

Seira Winterfell-Walker



Mirabelle

Loner
Shield

age
3 Years
gender
Female
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08-24-2014, 11:42 AM (This post was last modified: 08-24-2014, 11:43 AM by Mirabelle.)


Walk. "Talk." 'Think.'

Her Name: Seira - Not to be Changed -

RP Sample: 200 words MINIMUM.

It was hot out. The pup panted lightly; tongue lolling out of her mouth as she sprawled out in the shade.of some trees. Spring wasn't bad, but summer... Oh, it.was bad. She wished for cold. For snow. She loved the snow from tge time she first saw it at a season old. She bounded into it like she belonged, and she felt like she belonged too. Wolves had always thought her crazy and said she didn't know what she was talking about - who would want the cold, after all? - but it appealled to her. Prey was short, yes, so one had to be clever to survive. It was dangerous, yes, but that was part of the appeal. It was even part of her name. Winterfell. Winter. She disregarded the Walker bit in her name - she didn't care much for her father, or much for anyone, really. She wanted to be cold, like the winter; deadly, like the winter; terrifying, like the winter. Odd dreams for a pup, she knew, but she didn't care. She just wished it would hurryvup and be winter again. So she can be in her home again.

No, instead she was stuck in this torturously hot weather. Seira kicked at a pebble, sending it skittering over the ground. Her thick fur was especially horrible in this weather, too. Nothing she did would cool her off. She would swim but... She didn't know how. Raisa never taught her, before she left.

At the thought of Raisa, a combination of hurt and anger flashed through her. More angry than hurt, by now. How dare she leave her? Leave her siblings? A growl escaped her jaws. "She will pay," she muttered. and then her father died, and then Quelt and that other one presumed they would be her parents. I don't think so. So she ran from Abaven, which wasn't too smart. Luckily, she had been able to find freshly dead stuff in the few days gone. She knew she wouldn't be able to for much longer, though, and she needed to reach the north.

The pup forced herself to her pass and began walking again; her paws hurt, but she wouldn't show that. She was Winterfell. She would be as strong and deadly as winter.

Ooc. Longer than I thought it would be oops
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