Post by Amber Delany on Mar 13, 2012 10:55:23 GMT -5
Delany Ambrose
"Where ever you go, Whatever you do, I will be right here waiting for you."
this is me in the flesh,
NAME: Delany Ambrose
NICKNAME(S): Dela, Lani, Ella
PRONUNCIATION:Duh-Lay-Ni Ahm-Brose
POSITION: Freior
taste the sky,
AGE: A year and a half
GENDER:Female
BREED:Red Wolf
HEIGHT:26 inches
APPEARANCE: Delany is a petite wolf, her small slender form a soft red, like the red found in the sky just before the sun rose, or after the sun laid to rest at the end of the day. The red slowly melds into a warm hazel brown near her paws and all four of them are a lovely shade of chocolate brown. Delany has lovely smoky blue eyes that held a depth and seriousness hardly found in a wolf as young as her. She has a soft bushy tail with a brown tip to match with her paws. Delany is a swift runner, as silent as a gentle wind caressing the Earth.
thoughts that make me go insane,
PERSONALITY: Delany is a serious and sensible wolf, although she may be fiery and rash if the ones she cared about were threatened. She has a strong fire of determination burning within her, brought out by her harsh childhood. She has a strong will for survival, which can sometimes make her seem cold and heartless. Often misunderstood, Delany prefers to stay silent and speak only when it was urgently necessary. She is wary around strangers but quick to warm when she is sure the stranger poses no ill intent. Because of that, she is sometimes easily fooled.
They said that once bitten, twice shy, but Delany never believed in that. She believes that if you were hurt the first time, you know what went wrong so you can try again next time and make things write. Delany has a natural curiosity inside her of her, and she is quick to try new skills.
all over my shoulder,
FATHER: Unknown
MOTHER:Unknown
SIBLINGS: Unknown
HISTORY:
Delany was most probably born to a slave, and given away or left to die, because her earliest memory was of waking up in the forest alone, hunger gnawing away in her stomach. She picked up foraging skills rather quickly by watching other animals at work. She has survived for as long as she had because of her swiftfootedness. Some say it was cowardly to run from a fight but Delany knew otherwise. To run was self preserving, to not take her life for granted. Several early winters had nearly claimed her life but Delany pushed on stubbornly, toughing out long lonely nights huddled in a tree hollow.
She has hardly seen any wolves but herself, catching her glimmering reflection on the surface of a small brook or a puddle. Perhaps she might have seen others as well, but not really a whole wold but maybe a fleeting glimpse of a loner moving through the trees. After many moons on her own, she comes across the Auktion Rock. Without knowing what it was, having never being taught these things before, she stumbles onto it, not knowing what kind of life she was condemning herself to.
***
Although not long after her accidental enslavement, a wolf had helped her to escape, granting her her freedom and giving her a second chance at life. She never saw the wolf again, although she would love to, as seeing she never managed to properly thank him then. So now she is a freior, just roaming the lands at her will, and finding things to occupy her time with.
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