F l u t t e r {-x} and fly away (ND)

[moonstruckwolf]

I watched with a f l u t t e r
As the m a i d e n approached.
Age t h r e e she did mutter.
Seeking to join n o r t h

The pelt was a s h flecked with b l a c k
Broken by orbs of pure b r o w n
Height was a v e r a g e, 3 2 at her back.
Her size also normal, about 1 0 5 pounds.

Personality: Shy. Quiet. Doesn't say much. Somewhat of a lonely vibe. She likes pups alright. Searching for a mate but rather afraid of others.
Sample Post: coming so soon!

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[Flint Radek]

Flutter will be North

[moonstruckwolf]

okay. I have RPs from other sites that i will post here. If that's not enough, then tell me. ;D

Crescent

{-x}Sun streamed lazily through the trees, calmly landing to the ground in patches, heating small bits of the cool earth, frozen through by the winter air still clinging to the atmosphere though spring was still on it's way, plowing through the snow which fell only in flurries now every once is a little bit. The rain was becoming slowly more common, washing away the small bits of slush still holding to the forest floor, quietly hoping that company would follow. However, the air was not going to send anymore snow to the earth. when it was cold enough, the rain wouldn't fall. And when the rain did fall, it was cold but not cold enough to freeze the drops into their crystaline counterparts. No, the winter was abaiting into the spring. you could see the robins beginning to return along with other migratory birds and the flowers which had died in the winter frost now grew again, beginning to form buds which would open in the warmer weeks coming.

{-xx}Through the trees, wind swept, pulling chilly air with it which gnawed at the plants around it, nipping the end of a cool, damp wolf nose. Crescent, the alpha of the Skaists Atrum pack, ran through the wood, quietly leaping from place to place, soaring over various human objects left behind from the Downfall. Rocks of grey rose from the forest floor, creating walls and pillars which posed a threat to the fatale as her speed increased into the current velocity. Poles pounded aganist the ground sending wet splatter's everywhere, remains of liquid from the thaw. Pads traced over the earth, leaving tracks in the mud. Odd when you looked at the prints for they were the size of a wolf's, though when looking at the being who made them, she was only the size of a common fox.

{-xxx}Long, furred ears twitched in the wind as she breezed by, thick muscles vibrating in the tense air around her movements. There were drops falling to the earth from leaves on trees just outside of the clearing she raced through. There were rabbits frolicing in the muddy pine needles ont he opposite side. Her hunger was not growling today however, so she breezed through, leaping over a low barrier into the feild of trees. All registered in half a second, the alpha moved through the training course with complete ease moving from section to section of broken walls which once towered in a twoleg city, now sitting crumbling on their foundations, provided a perfect oppertunity for the wolves of her pack to build their strength and wits. Well traveled path came easily to the fae and her paws found every grip. She would need a new variation for herself soon. The pack could train here but she was learning nothing from this anymore.

{-xxxx}The white streak was moving swiftly north, endurance easily carrying the tiny mass over miles of terra without becoming very winded at all. And all done faster than any of her pack. Speed was her forte. If she did not have her legs, Crescent would have never made it to the head of the pack. She knew this. However, as they say: With age comes wisdom. And with wisdom, lass knew could come wits and so she soon learned and now, she was not the smartest of her coven but she was up there in the rankings. Large pads thudded against the ground repeatedly, pushing their weight against the sides of the plains which made up the surface of the earth, stopping the frame from sliding and falling as the sharp turns came and went when the path became a course and wove in and out of trees and obstacles.

{-xxxxx}Suddenly the movements accelerated, pumping the stilts even faster, straining the muscles and flooring it, mud splattering above. This was the hardest part to the course. You stopped, or you fell. The cliffs came into site as the trees died suddenly and the brakes were put on, sending the frame skidding over the streak of mud, splattering wet dirt everywhere, staining the pure white coat into tawny. The edge loomed closer, waves being heard over the rocks below, sharp and deadly. And slowing down, her paws approached the edge. And stopped. Tail slipped over the edge, bod having turned sideways in the halt. But before she fell, the alabaster streak was off again. The well known path was complete once more. Trained until the path was worn well into the ground, almost a tunnel in some places. The trees invited Crescent into their ranks once more, swallowing the maiden into the cool shadows and the dirty banks of the streams which flowed towards the ocean.

{-xxxxxx}Pad pad pad. Squelch squelch squelch. The walk through the forest found another stream and soon the lady was white again. Smooth and sleek, her form stood from the water and orbs flicked around. How interesting this day was. Not...