Feb 1, 2012 17:46:53 GMT -5
Post by »Image on Feb 1, 2012 17:46:53 GMT -5
"I like your pants around your feet, and I like the dirt that's on your knees, and I like the way you still say 'please'..."
this is me in the flesh,
SOUNDTRACK: Into the Night (Nickleback), Figured You Out (Nickleback), I Almost Told You I Loved You (Papa Roach), Amore Sexo (Santana)
taste the sky,
AGE: 3 years
BREED: Timber Wolf
HEIGHT: 28 inches
APPEARANCE: Chalandra is certainly a looker. With pale grey fur and soft blue eyes, she is a flirtatious devil at best. Her legs are lean and slightly muscular, but by no means is she a fighter. She would much rather slide her way out of punishment with her looks. Her tail is very bushy and thick, coated in soft white and grey hairs. The combination of grey and white makes her fur shimmer a faint silver in the sun and her blue eyes give her the complexion of a glimmering, faded ocean. Her ears are lined in a deep black, matching her wet nose and her claws. Her stomach fur is tipped in a pale cream and she has the overall appeal of either a very soft wolf, or a very seductive one. She uses her facial expressions very subtly along with her more prominent hips. She's known for her curves and body rather than anything else.
thoughts that make me go insane,
PERSONALITY: Meet Chalandra, the provocative, alluring female who simply can't get enough of anything masculine. For starters, she's as flirty as they come, wild in her intentions and usually not bothering for introductions as long as she's serving her master in anyway she can. She's low on any pack totem pole, but still ranks high with the guys; and not for all the right reasons. She's had more than her fair share of lovers, that's for sure and she certainly doesn't plan on stopping her racing, rearing love life. Sassy towards anything feminine, Chalandra lives for the excitement of living on the edge, dying for attention, wherever she might find it. Females aren't her cup of tea by any means, and she'll be as rude and audacious as she needs to be to get what she wants. Consequences mean nothing to her since she slips out of every beating she's been told she'll receive. Masters are putty in her paws and she certainly knows it. She's insistent and driven for pleasure, always looking for a good time. Watch out, she's a firecracker.
all over my shoulder,
SIBLINGS: Berka, Hroth
HISTORY: Born to a sklavin mother and a rogue father, Chalandra was raised on the rough side of the streets. Her life has always been a battle, a vicious balance to find her next meal or place to rest. Hroth has alwasy been her protector and voice of reason; Berka died young and Karlotte was always off with another male or hunting the days away. The pups were left for days at a time, huddling for warmth and protection, hoping they would see their mother. In Chalandra's second year, wolves caught them and sold them to the Auktion Rock. It was there that Hroth was sold to another master, his sister left to defend herself on beauty alone. Her brother really cared for her during these crucial times and because of that she's severely attached to him; losing him was a severe blow to her mental state. Ever since then she's been wild and reckless, following her mother's traits and habits by note.
She was a sklavin for quite sometime before a male released her solely on good looks a little trade off of services. She wasn't overly pleased at first, but after a few sessions with her new dominor, Chalandra came to look forward to the sexual treatment from her master. It filled something that had left with her brother's sale. She felt needed, wanted, protected. Something of a faint love. When her master sold her, Chalandra simply moved onto the next male she met, seducing him, satisfying his desires, sating her psychological needs as she wished. She's been wandering ever since, playing with males and trying to find where she belongs.