Cronaza Babies

OOC Name: Mishaaaa, Mishmish, Mishmash, Mishy.

What Pup: Lyall, but will be changed to Michigan Ellie Lastic
Appearance Description: Weighing in at one hundred and twenty five pounds and measuring up to thirty five inches, the woman is a large one like her mother. The woman got her intimidating size from her parents, though Michigan is a gentle giant. She is a lean girl, curves ribboning around her body. Large, wired muscles make up her build, though with the body of a fighter, she is a lover. Her large bodice is bathed in a gorgeous hue of light grey, storm clouds seeming to stir around her grey pelt as her muscles ripple beneath it. The large woman's left ear is dipped in a soft caramel bronze, the opposite being an ivory as fresh as fallen snow. Michigan's left hind paw is also dipped in that white, alabaster color that can only be compared to a fresh snowfall. Her eyes are both an amethyst gaze taken from the violet tinted gems themselves. Overall, the woman's symphony of looks is in the least to say-- a masterpiece.
Personality Description: >>Theatrical<<
The woman doesn't know any better. She craves attention and wants all eyes on her, being a little theatrical at times, doing foolish acts to catch the crowd's eye. She likes-- no, loves the attention given to her by her fans, her audience. If she ever obtains a mate, she will want all of his attention on her at all times.

>>Independent<<

Being the only female in a litter of males, the girl has taught herself to do everything that she can. She is not a follower, but instead thrives as a leader. She manages herself quite well, but of course is always brought down in worry from her over-caring siblings and mother.

>>Creative<<

The girl comes up with her own little ideas at times and doesn't mind being put up with failure. She might drop a rock in the water to see if it floats, or dip her paws in mud and paint on cave walls. She has a very creative aura and enjoys embracing it.

>>Talented<<

Not only is the girl creative, but she also holds talent within her body. She is especially good at singing, the girl's voice a soothing lullaby to all that may listen upon her chords.

>>Caring<<

This girl also inherits her mother's trait of being caring and loving of others, trying to help anyone that she can. She enjoys helping others, her kind nature something that others favor in the girl.

>>Trustworthy<<

Despite being independent, the girl is very trustworthy. She keeps her word or promises she may ever make, not breaking them unless the other broke her trust.



RP Sample: The small, grey pup rolled over onto her side and gave a wide yawn, gaze of amethyst slowly staring to focus on her surroundings. The sun had barely woken up itself, but something had woken up the young girl. Something fascinating.

So off she went, giving her body a shake before heading off. Her little grey butt wiggled as she trotted down and away from the safety of her warm den, little black nose tipped in the air as it guided her in this adventure.

Her curiosity had innocently led her to a small, gray fluff of fur. The thing was nomming upon daisies, chewing the petals from the golden flowers. "Whaaat in the wolf's tail are you doing to those flowers?!" Her high pitched voice would startle the small, grey ball of fur, the thing squealing in surprisement.

"I eat diss stuff, would yuu lyke summ?" the thing would reply to her, shoving a half bitten daisy in the girl's face. Michigan shook her head and instinctively gave a small growl, yipping out the word "No!"

"Fine, suit yourzelf." The small grey creature would tell her, continuing to nom on the the daisies. It was quite fluffy, the small thing's fur moving with the slightest movement. "Whutt are yew?" Michigan would yip questioningly to the grey ball of fluff, poking her nose into it's fur.

"Heeeyy!! Dunn touch me!!" the thing would say with a squirm, hopping away from her nose. "I'm a buuuunny." He would say with a thump of his right foot against the soft earth. "Mehh name is Thumper," the bunny would tell her with a flick of his ears, looking at the grey wolf.

"Oh.. I'm a woof. And my name is Mich.. Mich.. Michinan." She would say as she stumbled over her words, pronouncing her own name wrong. She wasn't that well with words, her puppy language confusing at times.

"Do yew want to be frands?" Michigan would ask in a soft tone to Thumper the bunny, a smile on her face as her ears perked, grey tail wagging in the air behind the girl.

"Sure!!" Thumper would tell her, thudding his right foot against the ground again. Michigan had just made a new friend. And they would be friends forever.