Post by rukia on Oct 18, 2005 5:11:23 GMT 10
Slowly, four petite paws indented their prints in the soils as they briskly moved across the land. The wolf who the paws belongs to swiftly dashed between trees. Her size gave away the gender. Obviously a female.
Her creamy-yellow eyes weaved around, looking for any signs of life. None in this area. She knew something-or someone- was there. She had the scents in her nares.
Her pelt lay against her sleek body, showing the muscles as the rippled inside her skin. Her pelt consisted of many hues, most of a dark color. Her upper area contained many blacks and dark greys, while the lower had off-whites and light greys. Around the mid-section, they seemed to mix.
Her auds lay against her rather small head. She ran faster and faster until she skidded to a stop. Her gaze seemed hipnotic. Almost instantly after coming to rest, her muzzle was raised as her jaws parted. A shrill cry was revealed. It was very high-pitched, and seemed to have many voices. It echoed throughout the land, booming high in the mountains, and crashing in the valleys. This female was Rukia, a young, but dominant and powerful wolf.
Her past was a harsh one. After birth, her mother was killed, and her father had rejected her. All of her other siblings were taken from her, and she was left for dead. Her chest felt heavy thinking about it. She could remember seeing the cold look in his eye, even though it was so very long ago.
She turned her head. She honestly did hope that he was dead, or at least lost somewhere. She never wanted to see him again. A low grumble was let out from her throat. When she heard it herself, she stopped, and continued to move again, but at a much slower pace.
Pictures of Rukia:
Her creamy-yellow eyes weaved around, looking for any signs of life. None in this area. She knew something-or someone- was there. She had the scents in her nares.
Her pelt lay against her sleek body, showing the muscles as the rippled inside her skin. Her pelt consisted of many hues, most of a dark color. Her upper area contained many blacks and dark greys, while the lower had off-whites and light greys. Around the mid-section, they seemed to mix.
Her auds lay against her rather small head. She ran faster and faster until she skidded to a stop. Her gaze seemed hipnotic. Almost instantly after coming to rest, her muzzle was raised as her jaws parted. A shrill cry was revealed. It was very high-pitched, and seemed to have many voices. It echoed throughout the land, booming high in the mountains, and crashing in the valleys. This female was Rukia, a young, but dominant and powerful wolf.
Her past was a harsh one. After birth, her mother was killed, and her father had rejected her. All of her other siblings were taken from her, and she was left for dead. Her chest felt heavy thinking about it. She could remember seeing the cold look in his eye, even though it was so very long ago.
She turned her head. She honestly did hope that he was dead, or at least lost somewhere. She never wanted to see him again. A low grumble was let out from her throat. When she heard it herself, she stopped, and continued to move again, but at a much slower pace.
Pictures of Rukia: