Post by Isabella on Apr 24, 2013 14:35:19 GMT -5
Name:isabella
Gender: female
joining keys: Both joining keys were present. They have been removed to ensure the fair joining of others.- Alpha Allegro
Age: 3 years.
Breed: arctic wolf.
Height: 2.5 ft
Weight: 80 lbs
Length: 5 ft.
Weaknesses: contolling anger, blood lust, flash backs, hard to feel emotions, Very low bi polar.
Strengths: agilty, strategy, manipulating the mind, Very clever, can most often make the other look like a fool.
Desired Rank: beta.
Appearance: Think of the perfection of a winter rose, the soft touch of the petals. The sweet and intoxicating scent it gives off, the beauty of its color. Now think of isabella as that rose, she is just that. A delicate creature that looks like something that needs to be sheltered; needs to be saved from the dark world she is in but she is the thing you want to save everyone from.
She has the body of a temptress, curved and shapes in jut the perfect places to make a man melt when laying their eyes on her. Her legs are long and delicate, covering in the soft white fur that wraps her whole body. With every step her hips rock from side to side though she moves, prances really, to make it more tantalizing. Her long and rather fox like tail is usually found curled over her back; think of a husky but without the tight curl. Now if you stop looking at her backside you will see that she is a streamline, thin woman. One made from more power than speed though the muscles in her limbs would be clarlshown to be also great runner over this body. Her ears a slightly longer than her brothers’, fluff sprouting from the base like she had a bad hair day. Her cheekbones are high, making her smile see a little too white. Her teeth looking a little too long, dangerous.
Her fur is the color of snow, glistening in every light that dares caress her frame. Though with her father’s genes this pure snowy palette is mixed with creams and violet scattered along her back, crown, tail and half limbs. A winter rose is just that, a thing of beauty and perfection but where they is a soft and sweet smelling flower there is the thorns that hide behind such a beautiful façade. Such a sweet child some would say, carrying her head high with a confidence that some would call snug and narcissism. She can give you a smile that seems just as innocent as a child’s laughter; batter her long eyelashes to seem so pure. Even a small little giggle can seem just so damn sweet but the rose is not showing her true colors, those eyes hide a darkness that is hard to control.isabella can play that game, play the innocent girl, the helpless damsel to real in those she wants just close enough to trap them in her plans. She is a master of the game, simply playing along with the stereo types of a yearling child. Though what lies beneath is her true soul’s light.
Persona: A devious creature, playing with the minds to tourment them in all kinds of desires, The womans a superior like specimen and isnt afraid to show it, Isabella will make sure her precense know. And bring those that step in her way down, leaving there lives with nothing more then shattered glass, having to mend all the pieces. Though alpha will always hold something within her to obey, to give them the expectation they deserve. Almost a born ruler, A great mind to contriute tactics in hard decisions. Coming from a rare bloodline the woman would carry the genes, to then pass it on to her off spring, is she ever has any. Though a temptress, with her lush hips and figure, she's hard to please, and once in th game, isabella will make sure you'll play it well, or she'd be sure to eliminate. Though her devious side is so damn alluring she also has agently, kind hearted side that she'd glady pour out to another, for them to caress her soul as she'd to to them. Where her honey lips would roam the atmosphere for something more.
The rarest thing that comes to isabella is love. Not the love you recieve of a mother or even a sibling but the love you feel foranother, the spark you feel when you first lay your eyes on another, a potential mate to unite. A snake is considered a silent killer, but isabella could be the replica, so silent, mysterious.
Past: Isabella was ironically abused for a year by her 'beloved' father. As sugnifiant beauty cant come withought a cost. And her cost was her father. Raped,beaten,abused. All in secret. Out of her siblings She was the one in the spotlight, taking it from anyone and everything, to be noticed. The mysterious womans mother dispised her. Stealing whatever she owned from right under her nose, withought even realising. That year was torute, observers would envy for what they saw, not knowing behind the scenes. It was then her nightmare ended. Her mother found out everything, and killed the whole pack pure out of hate, all Her rubins, friends, mate, everything. Except isabella, she got away. Her clever thinking got her out of the blood bath, seeping into the crescent lake until her mother would leave, to most likely start over. Isabella, the last suvivor carries the genes of a beusons or she thought. Rarest and one of the purests going. The heritage woud be kept quiet, as rouges would do anything to possess the pups of such a family. Every night flashbacks would haunt the mistress, th cold lifeless bodies of her siblings on the hard earth, there lives ended. Being a rouge for almost a year shes learnt the ways alone, to hunt, to hide and avoid those who are considered dangerous. Though the weak and defenseless, will die out of cold blood, by the woman herself, isabella.
Kin: brother- stefan.
Crush: you'll never know who the creature will desire, but most often, a higher rank.
Discovered: site skipping:)
Example Post: Her lips were warm, sweet and moist with desire. her eyes closed; a soft and moaning whisper, tracing the curve of her tongue. breathing, deeply, the raw incense of night—relishing the heat, the damp water as it kissed her aching curves and cold, white flesh. touching and caressing, smoothing above her pale breasts to trail their lithe fingers into the slender contours of her abdomen, and supple ribcage. the water, as it bathed the luscious bodice of her angelic physique; her tender and delicate skin. washing the blood and the bruises — her love and heartache; their affections, and wildly, ardent misery — rinsing her sins, her memories, in a coercive pull of translucent mist and hotly, rising vapour. Vivienné gazes into the depths of her reflection, its ghastly image chilling; enticing - a pale, sultry silhouette, accented in lusty curvaceousness and heavenly demise. the violent currents, as they embraced, gripping her waist in a tight vice of aching need. shivered, as her womanly body writhes in pain and pleasure. sadistic ecstasy. her self-destruction mirrored in the fear, the primal voracity that smoldered malignantly within her cruel, and seductive gaze. she accepts her suffering, basking in the torment, the inexplicable, rancid pain. feeling her heart lose its fragile mortality; shedding its sweet, humane bereavement in lieu of the bloodthirsty and the divine. apathetic and merciless, she were disassociated with her surroundings. her eyes swallowing miles of unrelenting blackness. its shadowed vestige, tangling as fists woven into the wet tendrils of her soft, silken hair. the smoothness of her figure, lush and glossing, hugged by suffocating walls of thick darkness. before finally she draws forward, seethes in a bewitching and elegant gesture; leaving her watery realm, with a feral hiss. entering the damp caverns below; the tide, ebbing at her delicate heels. a whisper and catatonic scream—and her past fades, drifting slowly before her eyes.She felt it. Oh, the such unknown scent that made her slender spine shiver. His body must've pulsed, hearing his claws scraping rock and straining bone through his forelegs as he tensed in refusal to his most carnal desires; his most primal wishes; his body’s screaming devotion to his implacable, pitiless sex organs. She could hear everything, turbulent breaths escaped through slit teeth, barely able to restrain his excitement or the savage roil of testosterone in his loins. He’d never seen such a creature… He will never want anything more then just to hear her alluring whispers and spread her legs into a carnal sin. He would be forced to watch her slink out of the water, a siren as it seems, a soaking nymph covered with dangerous expectancy. "my savior?" her european voice, were a sharp and penetrating whisper; breathing with a hiss, the tenderness of such a soft and alluring sound. her voice, caressing and soothing—touching the curve of lust and compassion; the secreting decadence of flesh and soul; finding him in the void of space and eternity, where she may wrap her nails around his heart, pull him close— lay his cheek to the warmth of her breast, and kiss his brow. "could you save me?" she breathes, whispering with frantic delight. romancing him with all the hungering elation of a starved predator. her sigh, passionately manifesting as they echoed fervent and raw, delicate and shrill; painting the moist air with the depth of their infinite ache, their immortal longing. sufficed with a malignant need to want, devour, have. Vivienné pauses, her slender bodice gently tangled, wrapped in an iniquitous web of shadows and converged misery. darkness, seeped eagerly into her soft, exotic flesh—such pale, reptilian curves; seething in a grace so unearthly, and gorgeously divine.
Gender: female
joining keys: Both joining keys were present. They have been removed to ensure the fair joining of others.- Alpha Allegro
Age: 3 years.
Breed: arctic wolf.
Height: 2.5 ft
Weight: 80 lbs
Length: 5 ft.
Weaknesses: contolling anger, blood lust, flash backs, hard to feel emotions, Very low bi polar.
Strengths: agilty, strategy, manipulating the mind, Very clever, can most often make the other look like a fool.
Desired Rank: beta.
Appearance: Think of the perfection of a winter rose, the soft touch of the petals. The sweet and intoxicating scent it gives off, the beauty of its color. Now think of isabella as that rose, she is just that. A delicate creature that looks like something that needs to be sheltered; needs to be saved from the dark world she is in but she is the thing you want to save everyone from.
She has the body of a temptress, curved and shapes in jut the perfect places to make a man melt when laying their eyes on her. Her legs are long and delicate, covering in the soft white fur that wraps her whole body. With every step her hips rock from side to side though she moves, prances really, to make it more tantalizing. Her long and rather fox like tail is usually found curled over her back; think of a husky but without the tight curl. Now if you stop looking at her backside you will see that she is a streamline, thin woman. One made from more power than speed though the muscles in her limbs would be clarlshown to be also great runner over this body. Her ears a slightly longer than her brothers’, fluff sprouting from the base like she had a bad hair day. Her cheekbones are high, making her smile see a little too white. Her teeth looking a little too long, dangerous.
Her fur is the color of snow, glistening in every light that dares caress her frame. Though with her father’s genes this pure snowy palette is mixed with creams and violet scattered along her back, crown, tail and half limbs. A winter rose is just that, a thing of beauty and perfection but where they is a soft and sweet smelling flower there is the thorns that hide behind such a beautiful façade. Such a sweet child some would say, carrying her head high with a confidence that some would call snug and narcissism. She can give you a smile that seems just as innocent as a child’s laughter; batter her long eyelashes to seem so pure. Even a small little giggle can seem just so damn sweet but the rose is not showing her true colors, those eyes hide a darkness that is hard to control.isabella can play that game, play the innocent girl, the helpless damsel to real in those she wants just close enough to trap them in her plans. She is a master of the game, simply playing along with the stereo types of a yearling child. Though what lies beneath is her true soul’s light.
Persona: A devious creature, playing with the minds to tourment them in all kinds of desires, The womans a superior like specimen and isnt afraid to show it, Isabella will make sure her precense know. And bring those that step in her way down, leaving there lives with nothing more then shattered glass, having to mend all the pieces. Though alpha will always hold something within her to obey, to give them the expectation they deserve. Almost a born ruler, A great mind to contriute tactics in hard decisions. Coming from a rare bloodline the woman would carry the genes, to then pass it on to her off spring, is she ever has any. Though a temptress, with her lush hips and figure, she's hard to please, and once in th game, isabella will make sure you'll play it well, or she'd be sure to eliminate. Though her devious side is so damn alluring she also has agently, kind hearted side that she'd glady pour out to another, for them to caress her soul as she'd to to them. Where her honey lips would roam the atmosphere for something more.
The rarest thing that comes to isabella is love. Not the love you recieve of a mother or even a sibling but the love you feel foranother, the spark you feel when you first lay your eyes on another, a potential mate to unite. A snake is considered a silent killer, but isabella could be the replica, so silent, mysterious.
Past: Isabella was ironically abused for a year by her 'beloved' father. As sugnifiant beauty cant come withought a cost. And her cost was her father. Raped,beaten,abused. All in secret. Out of her siblings She was the one in the spotlight, taking it from anyone and everything, to be noticed. The mysterious womans mother dispised her. Stealing whatever she owned from right under her nose, withought even realising. That year was torute, observers would envy for what they saw, not knowing behind the scenes. It was then her nightmare ended. Her mother found out everything, and killed the whole pack pure out of hate, all Her rubins, friends, mate, everything. Except isabella, she got away. Her clever thinking got her out of the blood bath, seeping into the crescent lake until her mother would leave, to most likely start over. Isabella, the last suvivor carries the genes of a beusons or she thought. Rarest and one of the purests going. The heritage woud be kept quiet, as rouges would do anything to possess the pups of such a family. Every night flashbacks would haunt the mistress, th cold lifeless bodies of her siblings on the hard earth, there lives ended. Being a rouge for almost a year shes learnt the ways alone, to hunt, to hide and avoid those who are considered dangerous. Though the weak and defenseless, will die out of cold blood, by the woman herself, isabella.
Kin: brother- stefan.
Crush: you'll never know who the creature will desire, but most often, a higher rank.
Discovered: site skipping:)
Example Post: Her lips were warm, sweet and moist with desire. her eyes closed; a soft and moaning whisper, tracing the curve of her tongue. breathing, deeply, the raw incense of night—relishing the heat, the damp water as it kissed her aching curves and cold, white flesh. touching and caressing, smoothing above her pale breasts to trail their lithe fingers into the slender contours of her abdomen, and supple ribcage. the water, as it bathed the luscious bodice of her angelic physique; her tender and delicate skin. washing the blood and the bruises — her love and heartache; their affections, and wildly, ardent misery — rinsing her sins, her memories, in a coercive pull of translucent mist and hotly, rising vapour. Vivienné gazes into the depths of her reflection, its ghastly image chilling; enticing - a pale, sultry silhouette, accented in lusty curvaceousness and heavenly demise. the violent currents, as they embraced, gripping her waist in a tight vice of aching need. shivered, as her womanly body writhes in pain and pleasure. sadistic ecstasy. her self-destruction mirrored in the fear, the primal voracity that smoldered malignantly within her cruel, and seductive gaze. she accepts her suffering, basking in the torment, the inexplicable, rancid pain. feeling her heart lose its fragile mortality; shedding its sweet, humane bereavement in lieu of the bloodthirsty and the divine. apathetic and merciless, she were disassociated with her surroundings. her eyes swallowing miles of unrelenting blackness. its shadowed vestige, tangling as fists woven into the wet tendrils of her soft, silken hair. the smoothness of her figure, lush and glossing, hugged by suffocating walls of thick darkness. before finally she draws forward, seethes in a bewitching and elegant gesture; leaving her watery realm, with a feral hiss. entering the damp caverns below; the tide, ebbing at her delicate heels. a whisper and catatonic scream—and her past fades, drifting slowly before her eyes.She felt it. Oh, the such unknown scent that made her slender spine shiver. His body must've pulsed, hearing his claws scraping rock and straining bone through his forelegs as he tensed in refusal to his most carnal desires; his most primal wishes; his body’s screaming devotion to his implacable, pitiless sex organs. She could hear everything, turbulent breaths escaped through slit teeth, barely able to restrain his excitement or the savage roil of testosterone in his loins. He’d never seen such a creature… He will never want anything more then just to hear her alluring whispers and spread her legs into a carnal sin. He would be forced to watch her slink out of the water, a siren as it seems, a soaking nymph covered with dangerous expectancy. "my savior?" her european voice, were a sharp and penetrating whisper; breathing with a hiss, the tenderness of such a soft and alluring sound. her voice, caressing and soothing—touching the curve of lust and compassion; the secreting decadence of flesh and soul; finding him in the void of space and eternity, where she may wrap her nails around his heart, pull him close— lay his cheek to the warmth of her breast, and kiss his brow. "could you save me?" she breathes, whispering with frantic delight. romancing him with all the hungering elation of a starved predator. her sigh, passionately manifesting as they echoed fervent and raw, delicate and shrill; painting the moist air with the depth of their infinite ache, their immortal longing. sufficed with a malignant need to want, devour, have. Vivienné pauses, her slender bodice gently tangled, wrapped in an iniquitous web of shadows and converged misery. darkness, seeped eagerly into her soft, exotic flesh—such pale, reptilian curves; seething in a grace so unearthly, and gorgeously divine.
