Post by Izzy on Oct 26, 2006 22:57:36 GMT -5
:Tag: Izzy deBettencourt
(Iz)
:Pass: 20
:Whistle: Female
:Bless: Anthromorph
:Fuzz: Uniquely Large Wolf
:Found:
Izzy was born twenty years ago in the forest of the wild along with the mass of her own kind. Her family, consisting of four brothers a mother, father, and a grandfather, was her life, the only reason she saw that was her motivation for living. But sadly a small girl had learned to grow up too quickly.
The winter came with merciless fists frost eating away at every living thing unable to keep a stable pulse. Perched at a window sat the small Izzy her face pushed to the glass just hard enough her nose smudged the foggy layer.
“Mom?” Shifting after five minuets of pure staring she turned herself and bounced down to the floor. “How longs it gonna last?”
Already occupied with dinner and two boys tight at her ankles it was no wonder she stood in no reply as the two youngest [boys] chattered to themselves about who mommy liked best.
“Probably through the night dear.” A softer, warmer and deeper voice stepped into her conscience path and she spun lightly to face her grinning grandfather snug in his favorite chair.
“Oh.” Obviously disappointed with the news Izzy shuffled over to his side and plopped herself on his knee. The heat from the flickering fire behind made a frown pull lightly into a grin as she warmed herself in love and comfort. His large hand pat her then rested on her small shoulders as she curled into the curve of his arm.
“I don’t like snow,” she murmured among a yawn.
He chuckled roughly then rested his head upon hers. “Yes, but it will pass.”
Satisfied she closed golden eyes and sailed off to a familiar island where grandfather had said all dreams wait to entertain.
They were mumbling or maybe they were yelling there was such a roaring in her head she couldn’t tell but the moment she stretched to reach for the warmth of her grandfather she only felt the cushiony furs of his chair. Sitting up she rubbed heavy eyes narrowing them and blinking away the haze noting how violently her father was bounding through the house as she sped from the kitchen to the back hall then returned to the kitchen.
“Gather the children!.” She heard the ill plead of her mother from the opposing room sending her right to her feet and dashing to the kitchen.
“No!.”
White fur blocked her vision and she fumbled back into the arms of her father.
“She doesn’t need to see...” Her grandfather roughly coughed from the dark curtain of the hallway.
The whimpers of her brothers had her pulse rising and fear flushing her cheeks white.
Helpless, she screamed.
The room fell in a dark silence leaving her shuttering without warmth in a far corner searching eagerly for the faces of family.
Something moved disrupting the still and her hands flew to her mouth in response as she fought the feeling to squeak in surprise and utter terror. Like a shadow itself the thing lurked through the room constantly rumbling something she couldn’t understand until with a faint rustle from the outside the creature wheeled around and sped to the outside through the unhinged door. She didn’t see a thing- no, couldn’t see a thing and fumbled across the floor teary eyed and frightened denying the thick wet liquid she currently crawled through to get to the door. They were dead she knew it but somehow felt no other urge but to get out as soon as she could. Tumbling, bloody and shaken, she plowed through the drifts of snow running… forever running not even willing to experience what past she’d be inevitably bruised from forever.
[Now]
Those years following she somehow managed life on her own shifting into her animal shape and never leading a ‘human shape’ life until now. Currently she lives alone and comfortable in Amon Zeru having strived for a life to live for since the night of her families death.
(rawr kinda sloppy but meh)
:Loved:
Quiet but seemingly distant. She isn’t fond for attention too much anyway nor is she very attentive to what’s going on around her. She’s afraid of men, to be honest, of any species and is afraid of love or to ever be loved. She tends to heal her own wounds rather than letting others repair them for her. So basically she an army of one and believes that’s all she’ll stay.
:Seen:
Though odd she has naturally purple hair. Genetic she supposed but is quite fond of it. Her eyes are a deep flaxen with mild touches of a neutral yellow throughout. Her lips though also unusual are a frosty purple as well again, likely genetics.
:Opoosite:
As a wolf she’s lanky and large. Almost resembling the body of a ferret her form is lithe as well. Her fur is white yet has a frosty violet touch to it in a certain light.
:disfigure:
She’s much to shy for good health or so she’d been told and is wary when it comes to fighting. Rather fragile emotionally and physically seeing as her body’s small and thin.
:faultless:
As a wolf she’s much more powerful and much less introverted. Swift and sleek she uses speed to get her out of trouble. And obviously her mouth lined with fangs gives her advantage on enemies as well.
(Iz)
:Pass: 20
:Whistle: Female
:Bless: Anthromorph
:Fuzz: Uniquely Large Wolf
:Found:
Izzy was born twenty years ago in the forest of the wild along with the mass of her own kind. Her family, consisting of four brothers a mother, father, and a grandfather, was her life, the only reason she saw that was her motivation for living. But sadly a small girl had learned to grow up too quickly.
The winter came with merciless fists frost eating away at every living thing unable to keep a stable pulse. Perched at a window sat the small Izzy her face pushed to the glass just hard enough her nose smudged the foggy layer.
“Mom?” Shifting after five minuets of pure staring she turned herself and bounced down to the floor. “How longs it gonna last?”
Already occupied with dinner and two boys tight at her ankles it was no wonder she stood in no reply as the two youngest [boys] chattered to themselves about who mommy liked best.
“Probably through the night dear.” A softer, warmer and deeper voice stepped into her conscience path and she spun lightly to face her grinning grandfather snug in his favorite chair.
“Oh.” Obviously disappointed with the news Izzy shuffled over to his side and plopped herself on his knee. The heat from the flickering fire behind made a frown pull lightly into a grin as she warmed herself in love and comfort. His large hand pat her then rested on her small shoulders as she curled into the curve of his arm.
“I don’t like snow,” she murmured among a yawn.
He chuckled roughly then rested his head upon hers. “Yes, but it will pass.”
Satisfied she closed golden eyes and sailed off to a familiar island where grandfather had said all dreams wait to entertain.
They were mumbling or maybe they were yelling there was such a roaring in her head she couldn’t tell but the moment she stretched to reach for the warmth of her grandfather she only felt the cushiony furs of his chair. Sitting up she rubbed heavy eyes narrowing them and blinking away the haze noting how violently her father was bounding through the house as she sped from the kitchen to the back hall then returned to the kitchen.
“Gather the children!.” She heard the ill plead of her mother from the opposing room sending her right to her feet and dashing to the kitchen.
“No!.”
White fur blocked her vision and she fumbled back into the arms of her father.
“She doesn’t need to see...” Her grandfather roughly coughed from the dark curtain of the hallway.
The whimpers of her brothers had her pulse rising and fear flushing her cheeks white.
Helpless, she screamed.
The room fell in a dark silence leaving her shuttering without warmth in a far corner searching eagerly for the faces of family.
Something moved disrupting the still and her hands flew to her mouth in response as she fought the feeling to squeak in surprise and utter terror. Like a shadow itself the thing lurked through the room constantly rumbling something she couldn’t understand until with a faint rustle from the outside the creature wheeled around and sped to the outside through the unhinged door. She didn’t see a thing- no, couldn’t see a thing and fumbled across the floor teary eyed and frightened denying the thick wet liquid she currently crawled through to get to the door. They were dead she knew it but somehow felt no other urge but to get out as soon as she could. Tumbling, bloody and shaken, she plowed through the drifts of snow running… forever running not even willing to experience what past she’d be inevitably bruised from forever.
[Now]
Those years following she somehow managed life on her own shifting into her animal shape and never leading a ‘human shape’ life until now. Currently she lives alone and comfortable in Amon Zeru having strived for a life to live for since the night of her families death.
(rawr kinda sloppy but meh)
:Loved:
Quiet but seemingly distant. She isn’t fond for attention too much anyway nor is she very attentive to what’s going on around her. She’s afraid of men, to be honest, of any species and is afraid of love or to ever be loved. She tends to heal her own wounds rather than letting others repair them for her. So basically she an army of one and believes that’s all she’ll stay.
:Seen:
Though odd she has naturally purple hair. Genetic she supposed but is quite fond of it. Her eyes are a deep flaxen with mild touches of a neutral yellow throughout. Her lips though also unusual are a frosty purple as well again, likely genetics.
:Opoosite:
As a wolf she’s lanky and large. Almost resembling the body of a ferret her form is lithe as well. Her fur is white yet has a frosty violet touch to it in a certain light.
:disfigure:
She’s much to shy for good health or so she’d been told and is wary when it comes to fighting. Rather fragile emotionally and physically seeing as her body’s small and thin.
:faultless:
As a wolf she’s much more powerful and much less introverted. Swift and sleek she uses speed to get her out of trouble. And obviously her mouth lined with fangs gives her advantage on enemies as well.