Aerwyna
Dec 22, 2017 23:03:47 GMT -5
Post by koolpup on Dec 22, 2017 23:03:47 GMT -5
Name: Aerwyna
Age: two years
Gender:Female
Side: Good
Eye Color: Light purple left eye with a darker purple right eye
Coat Colour: Aerwyna's coat is a dark sea teal. She has lighter, almost-white, teal markings intermixing with light beige-green on her ears and muzzle. The same light teal covers from the bottom part of her neck to her underbelly and tail. She has a splotch of the beige-green just past her midsection on top of her back that forms into a line down her tail to the tip. Her toes are light teal.
Physical Build: Aerwyna has a small, lithe build. Her slightly disproportionate long legs and neck make her look taller than she really is.
Picture:imgur.com/MqUtBHm
Personality: Aerwyna has the patience of a prodded snapping turtle with wolves she deems annoying. Though, she favors simply walking away over speaking her mind when she is angered. Fighting with other wolves can be too confrontational for her taste. She always seems to find herself in the most annoying predicaments. It's probably because she has the problem of not saying no, ever.
History: Optional
Lineage: Optional
Sample Post: Aerwyna vigorously shakes her pelt. Water droplets fly in all directions, splattering against the walls of the cave in which she has recently taken respite. The roar of rain pounding the ground outside has been amplified by the cave's mouth. The she-wolf's ears twitch in annoyance, a low whine escaping her. She likes water, she likes rain. Though, not this rain. This rain is almost a monsoon by the noise it makes! Even outside, the sound had been far too raucous for her delicate hearing. She thoroughly shakes her pelt again, the dark teal fur fluffing out just a little more. When she had first dived into the cave, the darker parts of her fur looked almost black from the water; now the color is beginning to return. After trying to get some more of the moisture out of her coat with her tongue and only making it worse, she huffs and plops down. She curls up and closes her eyes. She decides to try to get some sleep while she waits out the storm. It might be a little hard, seeing as she is still wet and unable to even hear her own thoughts because of the howling rain.
Age: two years
Gender:Female
Side: Good
Eye Color: Light purple left eye with a darker purple right eye
Coat Colour: Aerwyna's coat is a dark sea teal. She has lighter, almost-white, teal markings intermixing with light beige-green on her ears and muzzle. The same light teal covers from the bottom part of her neck to her underbelly and tail. She has a splotch of the beige-green just past her midsection on top of her back that forms into a line down her tail to the tip. Her toes are light teal.
Physical Build: Aerwyna has a small, lithe build. Her slightly disproportionate long legs and neck make her look taller than she really is.
Picture:imgur.com/MqUtBHm
Personality: Aerwyna has the patience of a prodded snapping turtle with wolves she deems annoying. Though, she favors simply walking away over speaking her mind when she is angered. Fighting with other wolves can be too confrontational for her taste. She always seems to find herself in the most annoying predicaments. It's probably because she has the problem of not saying no, ever.
History: Optional
Lineage: Optional
Sample Post: Aerwyna vigorously shakes her pelt. Water droplets fly in all directions, splattering against the walls of the cave in which she has recently taken respite. The roar of rain pounding the ground outside has been amplified by the cave's mouth. The she-wolf's ears twitch in annoyance, a low whine escaping her. She likes water, she likes rain. Though, not this rain. This rain is almost a monsoon by the noise it makes! Even outside, the sound had been far too raucous for her delicate hearing. She thoroughly shakes her pelt again, the dark teal fur fluffing out just a little more. When she had first dived into the cave, the darker parts of her fur looked almost black from the water; now the color is beginning to return. After trying to get some more of the moisture out of her coat with her tongue and only making it worse, she huffs and plops down. She curls up and closes her eyes. She decides to try to get some sleep while she waits out the storm. It might be a little hard, seeing as she is still wet and unable to even hear her own thoughts because of the howling rain.
