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Post by [Lucia <3] on Mar 23, 2008 10:11:32 GMT -5
Name: Lucia, [loo-shee-uh], known as Kira, to humans.
Gender: She-wolf; XX; Female
Pack: Loner
Rank: Loner
Personality: Kira, having a rough past, has become inclosed, hidden away in a shell. Her bright, outgoing, lucky-go-happy personality vanished. Now, locked up, shy, and a self-centered life revolves around the she-wolf. Still, on a bright enough morning, on a perfect day, that old sparkle in her eye can be caught. If she was ever put up to a fight, she would immediatly refuse, and try to settle it a diffrent way, unless you get her mad. A childhood friend, now deceased, use to say when she was angry, the fur on her body would rise, and it almost looked like an aurora was coming off of her. Kira, of course, is wanted to get free of her low-life grasp, but until she can catch it, her attitude remains, as if she hates the world.
But that was then...
Slowly, the hatred and sorrow slipped out of her paws, right through her claws like water. Holly, the nine year old girl, and her mother. They came.
Luchia, as a young lass, was very energetic, always wanting to go hunting and, roll in mud? The she-wolf grew up in a forest, her first six monthes. Like any other normal pup, she was filled with joy, getting out of the cave, bouncing around, and doing other stuff. By her fifth month, she was part of the pack, a prey-hunter, making the sweet lass even more enjoyable. But her attitude changed, as more tribe members found out about her dreams. Soon, the pack snickered, and growled, sending Luchia to peices, as the she-wolf dropped into a deppression state. But it got old, and died away with the dust.
After her mother came down with 'rabies' and died, she felt hatred again, and went back to hating the world. Now as a pet, Lucia is more spunkier then ever, and loves to talk, walk, and play with other dogs and people. She went back to her sweet self, and is even looking for a mate. Overall, Luchia doesn' care what they think now, they're all gone, thanks to her mother. Now, all that she wants is that wind, and the little bells hooked around her neck as she glides across the ice.
Happy-go-lucky Kira returned, better then ever. However, she has what we call a 'ditzy' personality, and is clumpsy, falling on her face every once in a while, or not understanding some of the simplest things. Kira is Kira, and that's all she wants to be.
Often, Kira's owner gives her chews, or squeaky toys, but that habit stays. Kira HAS to chew-- Just on air. Without even knowing, the she-wolf can walk around, just chewing the air, her teeth and fangs gently rubbing against her gum. Another one- stretching. Every time, every day, after getting up from her sleeping courters, it's left back leg, right back leg, take a step, lean forward on both paws, reapet, and then yawn.
A closed up attitude can escape from Kira's heart, but is locked away with a tight hold-- A love life. A crush, the one person who keeps her living, and living calm. Her owner, or course, and the one foxy wolf from down the lane, right? In your dreams...Kira.
Kind-hearted Kira. Talked into anything. A-N-Y-T-H-I-N-G. Ask her to do something, with a little bit of puppy eyes, and a little bit of tears, it's yours. Saying this, with her sweet and calm personality, Kira is more like a dog, then what humans think--'savage man-eating wolves'.
History: - Pup - three monthes -
" Mama...W-why are y-y-your eyes...Why is your m-mouth white? " Crazy? Mabye...Diesesed? You guessed it. Lead to her death, too.
Nosing the cold figure was one of the breaking points of Luchia's life. Her mother, considered an 'outcast,' had been killed by another wolf, and had been left, only spreading the diesese more. Luchia and her sibling, Clide, could only wag their tails, and wait for the cold figure to wake up. The two had brought food for the body, and waited, but she never came to it. To life.
- Older years - six monthes -
Luchia shook in fear, as her charcoal colored brother trembled, white foam dangling from his mouth, his eyes bloodshot. The she-wolf watched as he sat across from her, about four feet away. When he grasped his jaws within a few inches of Luchia's fur, the white colored wolf was gone, racing across the trees, and through the underbrush. Panting, and heavy pawwed, the two ran until her brother collapsed from the diesese, and fell to his death. Starving, cold, and alone, Luchia wandered.
- First owner - one year -
Chris, that was his name, and to be the first of her love. Lapping his face, laying in his lap, being patted on the back, and getting a wet kiss on the end of her nose. Even the pretty little lady from down the street loved him. She had always come to his house, the two nessled on the sofa, Luchia dangling over their laps. All happy, until that reacking scent. Strong, straight up her nostrils. It was bitter, smelling of horrible, nasty waves of it, coming off of Chris, mostly from his mouth. Her wet kiss was a hair-raising moment, and a snarl, with her puckered lips was the reaction. All hell broke loose from there. The belt came off, slashes across in the gloomy day, only the ear peircing shreiks and whimpers in the night. Then, the silver blade was out, the kitchen drawer smashed open, forks, sthingys and knives spreading and spinning on the hardwood floors. That's when the knife was dropped, and the blood spilled out of the paw, a puddle of red, followed by the echos of whimpering, silence. Jaws flew, more blood spilled. Flesh torn, claws scrapping the skin. The battle was won, with the same blood shot eyes she had seen monthes ago, as her brother. Chris had them now.
- Second owner - one year, two monthes -
Sweet little girls, little ''Itsa' looooly one...two..Pop!'' were shared. Standing at two feet, and about seven inches, it seemed only two feet smaller then the girl herself. Bouncy blonde pigtails, matched the mother with her long straight hair. They all sat on the porch, in the snow, letting the brisk wind ruffle their hair. Her house? Mabye...Her home? It sure felt like it. Now, she just wanted to run. Escape.
- Free - one year, three monthes -
Lucia just escaped it all. Running for miles and miles, in the dark of the snow. Cracked paw pads, bleeding from the cuts and scrapes. Her fur mud covered from slipping and falling every so often. But she was free, running, just as always.
- Today, present day - one year, four monthes -
Over one hundred miles-- mabye fifty, who knew, Lucia ran, and ended up stumbling apon a mountain. It seemed to touch the sky, and everything with it smelled of wolves. Ones that might have killed her. Seemingly running to the edge of the boundry, Lucia lives life on scares limbs. Mabye to join the pack, one day.
Other: None, yet! ^-^ Mabye a picture will be added later.
-Noun
a female given name: from a Latin word meaning “light.”
Gender: She-wolf; XX; Female
Pack: Loner
Rank: Loner
Personality: Kira, having a rough past, has become inclosed, hidden away in a shell. Her bright, outgoing, lucky-go-happy personality vanished. Now, locked up, shy, and a self-centered life revolves around the she-wolf. Still, on a bright enough morning, on a perfect day, that old sparkle in her eye can be caught. If she was ever put up to a fight, she would immediatly refuse, and try to settle it a diffrent way, unless you get her mad. A childhood friend, now deceased, use to say when she was angry, the fur on her body would rise, and it almost looked like an aurora was coming off of her. Kira, of course, is wanted to get free of her low-life grasp, but until she can catch it, her attitude remains, as if she hates the world.
But that was then...
Slowly, the hatred and sorrow slipped out of her paws, right through her claws like water. Holly, the nine year old girl, and her mother. They came.
Luchia, as a young lass, was very energetic, always wanting to go hunting and, roll in mud? The she-wolf grew up in a forest, her first six monthes. Like any other normal pup, she was filled with joy, getting out of the cave, bouncing around, and doing other stuff. By her fifth month, she was part of the pack, a prey-hunter, making the sweet lass even more enjoyable. But her attitude changed, as more tribe members found out about her dreams. Soon, the pack snickered, and growled, sending Luchia to peices, as the she-wolf dropped into a deppression state. But it got old, and died away with the dust.
After her mother came down with 'rabies' and died, she felt hatred again, and went back to hating the world. Now as a pet, Lucia is more spunkier then ever, and loves to talk, walk, and play with other dogs and people. She went back to her sweet self, and is even looking for a mate. Overall, Luchia doesn' care what they think now, they're all gone, thanks to her mother. Now, all that she wants is that wind, and the little bells hooked around her neck as she glides across the ice.
Happy-go-lucky Kira returned, better then ever. However, she has what we call a 'ditzy' personality, and is clumpsy, falling on her face every once in a while, or not understanding some of the simplest things. Kira is Kira, and that's all she wants to be.
Often, Kira's owner gives her chews, or squeaky toys, but that habit stays. Kira HAS to chew-- Just on air. Without even knowing, the she-wolf can walk around, just chewing the air, her teeth and fangs gently rubbing against her gum. Another one- stretching. Every time, every day, after getting up from her sleeping courters, it's left back leg, right back leg, take a step, lean forward on both paws, reapet, and then yawn.
A closed up attitude can escape from Kira's heart, but is locked away with a tight hold-- A love life. A crush, the one person who keeps her living, and living calm. Her owner, or course, and the one foxy wolf from down the lane, right? In your dreams...Kira.
Kind-hearted Kira. Talked into anything. A-N-Y-T-H-I-N-G. Ask her to do something, with a little bit of puppy eyes, and a little bit of tears, it's yours. Saying this, with her sweet and calm personality, Kira is more like a dog, then what humans think--'savage man-eating wolves'.
History: - Pup - three monthes -
" Mama...W-why are y-y-your eyes...Why is your m-mouth white? " Crazy? Mabye...Diesesed? You guessed it. Lead to her death, too.
Nosing the cold figure was one of the breaking points of Luchia's life. Her mother, considered an 'outcast,' had been killed by another wolf, and had been left, only spreading the diesese more. Luchia and her sibling, Clide, could only wag their tails, and wait for the cold figure to wake up. The two had brought food for the body, and waited, but she never came to it. To life.
- Older years - six monthes -
Luchia shook in fear, as her charcoal colored brother trembled, white foam dangling from his mouth, his eyes bloodshot. The she-wolf watched as he sat across from her, about four feet away. When he grasped his jaws within a few inches of Luchia's fur, the white colored wolf was gone, racing across the trees, and through the underbrush. Panting, and heavy pawwed, the two ran until her brother collapsed from the diesese, and fell to his death. Starving, cold, and alone, Luchia wandered.
- First owner - one year -
Chris, that was his name, and to be the first of her love. Lapping his face, laying in his lap, being patted on the back, and getting a wet kiss on the end of her nose. Even the pretty little lady from down the street loved him. She had always come to his house, the two nessled on the sofa, Luchia dangling over their laps. All happy, until that reacking scent. Strong, straight up her nostrils. It was bitter, smelling of horrible, nasty waves of it, coming off of Chris, mostly from his mouth. Her wet kiss was a hair-raising moment, and a snarl, with her puckered lips was the reaction. All hell broke loose from there. The belt came off, slashes across in the gloomy day, only the ear peircing shreiks and whimpers in the night. Then, the silver blade was out, the kitchen drawer smashed open, forks, sthingys and knives spreading and spinning on the hardwood floors. That's when the knife was dropped, and the blood spilled out of the paw, a puddle of red, followed by the echos of whimpering, silence. Jaws flew, more blood spilled. Flesh torn, claws scrapping the skin. The battle was won, with the same blood shot eyes she had seen monthes ago, as her brother. Chris had them now.
- Second owner - one year, two monthes -
Sweet little girls, little ''Itsa' looooly one...two..Pop!'' were shared. Standing at two feet, and about seven inches, it seemed only two feet smaller then the girl herself. Bouncy blonde pigtails, matched the mother with her long straight hair. They all sat on the porch, in the snow, letting the brisk wind ruffle their hair. Her house? Mabye...Her home? It sure felt like it. Now, she just wanted to run. Escape.
- Free - one year, three monthes -
Lucia just escaped it all. Running for miles and miles, in the dark of the snow. Cracked paw pads, bleeding from the cuts and scrapes. Her fur mud covered from slipping and falling every so often. But she was free, running, just as always.
- Today, present day - one year, four monthes -
Over one hundred miles-- mabye fifty, who knew, Lucia ran, and ended up stumbling apon a mountain. It seemed to touch the sky, and everything with it smelled of wolves. Ones that might have killed her. Seemingly running to the edge of the boundry, Lucia lives life on scares limbs. Mabye to join the pack, one day.
Other: None, yet! ^-^ Mabye a picture will be added later.
