OOC Hey! It's Ruki! :D Been workin' on a new skin, which is why I haven't posted much, and it's finally done! Mostly anyway. Change it to Umber Fields and you should see all the fun. There are bound to be a few kinks in the display, so please tell me if there's anything wrong, or if something just looks odd to you, like if the font's too small. :C I'm thinkin' it might be. Staff ppl should pm me with 100x100 icons. Also the mini-profile circle images are 125x125. I thought they were 100x100 at first, but no, I forgot about the circle border edits. |D Couldn't have gotten it done without the codes from the people in the credits, so silent shoutout to them. Staytuned for more weird updates. Might do some re-arranging of the boards. Anywho, hope you like it!
OLD: 4/04 Ruki says: NEW SEASON! Spring has started! We might start advertising places again now that midterms are over for all of us, and posting is back up. Not exactly OOC news, but Enheit Alpha Sinead has PUPPIES. If you wanna adopt the last one, the adopt thread is HERE! Ody and Raven have their own rules for this, so read them and adopt a pup if y'all want. SPRANG BRAAAAKE.
2/26/15 WHY HELLO! Guess who it is again. Ruki. I've been busy condensing rules and tips into a handy updated guidebook here on THIS PAGE! with the help of my fellow staff buddies. It's super important to read and make sure you get all the fun info down. The newest rule is about ALPHA ACTIVITY, so be sure to read the Lands and Territories section. The gist of it is that yall leaders gotta post once a week. If you don't POOF. No more land for you. This is a new rule, but if you haven't posted within the next few days and haven't been active in a while, you best get on that 'cause yo' land's 'bout to be snatched.
IC Spring is here at last and the land is beginning to flourish with new life once more. Young animals are plentiful and slowly others are rousing out of hibernation. April showers rain down, and springtime flowers are budding out from their winter beds. SPRING will last from April 1st - June 1st
AGE: Three GENDER: Female BREED: Timber Wolf HEIGHT: 30in.
Average in height for a Timber female, she is not as compact in appearance as lean, owing to lesser muscle bulk. She is predominately cream coated, with streaks of darker brown mixed in, darkening her ears and face. At her legs, the cream lightens to white. The only truly distinguishing feature Hilde has to her name are her pale, grey-blue eyes, and even this blessing she has sacrificed in part to the wretched mangling of the left side of her face.
Half her left ear is gone, a jagged line of pink skin marking its absence. Her brow and cheek bear a conglomeration of scars, an ugly sight, her left eye locked in a permanent squint over the useless orb.
Hildegard’s personality is complicated by a duality as distinct as the two sides of her face. Born as a Sklavin, she is well aware of her position, of her limitations. They were facts not soon forgotten in her former pack. Time has seen her neck bend beneath the burden of it, her steps become silent, her presence become small. Survival skills are… different for the slave class. There is resignation in her, bearing her by, a tiny piece of her mother in her mind, whispering be safe my child, please be safe, knowing “safe” too often meant “unseen”, “unheard”, “uncomplicated”.
So she adopts the prudent traits of the Sklavin: compliant, unobtrusive, dutiful. She was good at it, if her scars might have suggested otherwise. She was smart, and she avoided collecting more.
But for all her commitment to survival there was something more, something else inside her. It nestled uncomfortably in the space she had created for it, dissatisfied with her lot. She couldn't blunt the edges of her pride, her intelligence, her self-respect enough to stop them from slicing her up on the inside when things shifted. When she was pushed. That part of her shines through sometimes, in a glance, in a word, sometimes dangerously close to the surface.
Her mother was pretty- a troublesome thing to be as a slave. A Freior male in their pack took a fancy to her one winter, and next spring she bore two pups: Hildegard and her brother. The male was traded away to another pack when he reached a year old, settling some small debt between their Dominor and a neighboring territory. Her remaining cub she nurtured with affection and a sensibility due her position. Taught her to survive. Taught her to reconcile what was inside her with the world around her. Taught her to be still, and to be smart.
One day the Alpha’s son returned from a diplomatic meeting in a foul mood. Hilde, at eight months old, was leggy and playful, and collided with the Alpha’s son by accident. In return he ravaged half her face in a fit of rage. That was how things were.
“A pity she lost an eye,” the Alpha said, “they were the prettiest thing about her.”
That was how things were. Hilde learned early. But the substantial loss to both her physical beauty and her functionality was too much. She wasn’t a valuable asset to the pack, or a gem like her mother. She was to be sold off at three years old.