Jan 23, 2014 19:22:41 GMT -5
Post by ⋆Ravɛn on Jan 23, 2014 19:22:41 GMT -5
I built this all,
with my own eager hands."
I built this all,
with my own eager hands."
this is me in the flesh,
taste the sky,
AGE: 3 years
HEIGHT: 20.4 inches
Standing at a quite dainty 20 inches and weighing roughly 41 pounds, similar to the sizing seen in border collies, Daleia certainly looks frail. While her thick, fluffy coat (with her especially poofy tail) gives her the illusion that she is slightly larger than she really is, she is small in comparison to most wolves. Being a dhole, she is used to the life of slavery, as she has found that wolves shun those who are different. Despite this, she walks with the posture of one that is in a position of power instead of helplessness. Her fur is a mixture of rich reds and sandy yellows, her tail as well as her muzzle black and her chest, legs, paws, and throat splashed with white. Her hooded eyes, a chocolate brown in color, sparkle with intelligence and observation. Her ears are rounded with large tufts of white fur inside of them, and like most dholes, she is able to make a strange high-pitched whistling noise that often confuses and irritates wolves, who are unable to make a similar sound.
thoughts that make me go insane,
Daleia is, most notably and above all else, persistently ambitious. All of her life, she has been a slave, born to parents that were as low down in the pack rankings as they could get. Despite this, Daleia has grown to be a confident, flirtatious, and wildly determined she-dog. She is not ashamed of reaching her goals by any means, although she would refer to at least appear virtuous and elegant. With a sharp tongue and quick wit, her mouth often gets her into trouble, although she tries very hard to control her temper. She is incredibly intelligent, and would rather use her brains and beauty instead of brawn to get what she wants. She is aware that she is different in appearance, although she finds this to be an advantage, as this makes her unique. She spends most of her time plotting, running over her options in her head, mapping out her quickest way to victory. She could easily be described as passive aggressive, and she believes whole-heartedly that revenge is a dish best served cold. While she does not fling herself at the feet of brutes, she enjoys subtly flirting with them and teasing them, enticing them to chase her, likely due to the fact that Daleia likes to be in control. She is nowhere near as cute and sweet as she appears; Daleia truly does prove that looks can be deceiving.
all over my shoulder,
Unnamed male, unnamed female, Riyah
HISTORY: Daleia's parents were both slaves to a large, well-known wolf pack in the north. Two of their four pups were stillborn; Daleia and her sister, Riyah, were the only two to survive. As the pups grew, they were taught how to behave as sklavins, and how to fly under the radar. While Riyah, who was the youngest by seconds, was content with being told what to do, Daleia never was. She struggled from the very beginning, until she eventually learned that if she wanted to get her way, she had to do it stealthily. As she and her sister grew into young ladies, Riyah continued to be complacent and obedient, while Daleia spent her days scheming and dreaming. She grew skilled in the art of playing her dominors, subtly influencing them to get her way.
By the age of nearly two, Daleia was a sophisticated, cunning she-dog. It did not take her very long to figure out how to escape from her pack, and she did so in the middle of the night, stealing away and traveling as far as her little paws would carry her. Unfortunately, while creeping into the foreign land that she now knows to be called Ravensbruck, she was captured by a group of wolves rounding up slaves and taken to auktion rock. The first brute who claimed her was a typical dominor, cold if you were obedient and cruel if you were not. Daleia resided with him for some time, trying her best to please him in every way that she had been taught. He was an older dominor, and it was not long before he passed, leaving Daleia to his sons, who cared little for slavery. Instead of setting her free, they returned her to Auktion Rock.