Oct 15, 2012 14:35:04 GMT -5
Post by ⋆Ravɛn on Oct 15, 2012 14:35:04 GMT -5
"Down to the wire, I wanted water but I'll walk through the fire. If this is what it takes to get me even higher, then I'll come through like I do when the world keeps testing me."
this is me in the flesh,
taste the sky,
AGE: Three years
BREED: Timber wolf
HEIGHT: 26 in.
Fit and lean, Sinead is overall a healthy wolf who is nearly right where she should be, weight wise. Her coarse, thick coat stretches over small but useful muscles, varying in color. A mixture of silvery grays, bright golds, and khaki browns with a soft cream undercoat, her coat is denser in the winter, and more sleek in the other seasons. She is slender, with a slightly sloped back and small, delicate paws. Her long legs give her the ability to move quite swiftly, as they are a bit longer and more robust that the other species. She has a wide forehead, with strong jaws and a blunt muzzle. Her ears are triangular and on the small side, but when combined with the rest of her facial features, everything flows together in a natural way. When she moves, it is more open a lope with a slight swing to her hips. Her eyes are almond shaped, and they are a deep, a blue-green like the ocean in color, always observant and alert.
thoughts that make me go insane,
Sinead is a dreamer, an explorer, a gypsy at her finest. All of her life she's known nothing but a lack of stability and the overused phrase, "Follow your heart". The problem is, Sinead doesn't know what her heart wants, and when she dreams, she rarely remembers about what. She is wistfully and restless, as difficult to catch as a fish with your bare hands, and even more difficult to hold on to. She is known for breaking hearts and slipping off into the night, although she doesn't entirely mean to crush anyone's feelings. She fluctuates through periods where she is comfortable where she is living, and periods where she is not. If one does manage to capture her attention, they'll find that she's a total sweetheart (if you don't get on her bad side) with a generous personality and an active imagination. On the darker side, Sinead has severe commitment issues. While she doesn't mind functioning in a pack, she will often wander off on her own or go through periods where she just wishes to be alone. She is fleeting, and her coming and going usually gets quite agitating to some.
all over my shoulder,
SIBLINGS: Quix [m], Rolan [m]
From the moment Sinead and her brothers were old enough to hunt, with the assistance of their mother, they were traveling. It seemed as if they were moving constantly, and as if Lyra were always searching for something, restless after the death of her mate mid-pregnancy. She would often find packs that she would fall into, dragging her pups with her and assuring them that this time, it was permanent. But then weeks later Sinead would be woken in the middle of the night by her mother's sharp poking, instructing her to "hurry up and be silent". Sinead became used to nights where she would scamper after her mother, her brothers darting ahead of her, obedient yet groggy. This became normal.
Eventually Lyra found a pack where she felt comfortable raising her pups, but by the time they were a year and a half, their mother was showing signs of restlessness once again. Between these warning sighs and her brothers constant bickering, Sinead finally decided that she would take her mothers advice: follow her heart. Although she was weary of her decision, Sinead decided to take leave - in the middle of the night, just as her mother had used to.
Over the years, Sinead had wandered from pack to pack, home to home, either disappearing from boredom, or due to the fact that the packs did not seem to like her constantly wandering away from home for days at a time. Refusing to be restrained, Sinead would always take leave, always searching and never truly finding.