Post by Neige on Aug 14, 2005 16:48:19 GMT -5
Name: Neige Yorealis
Age: 3 Winters
Gender: Female
Parents: L'eau Yorealis [F] & Froid Yorealis [M]
Siblings: Glace Yorealis [F]
Mate: N/A
Pups: N/A
Appearance: Grey unblinking orbs in a white facade, thick artic pelt with a constant supply of warmth. Average bulk, just slightly larger then wolves who do not brave everlasting winter. Large capable paws with black claws, dulled from walking on ice. Hackles and the sides of the face a light misty grey. Her over all appearance is colorless and cold, and Neige has been known to disappear in winter settings and to reappear suddenly like a ghost. Neige's eyes tend to come upon a green tint around the middle and edges when happy, and they darken when she's angry. Time after time though, there is no change in the dull shade of her irises. Her tail is very bushy, but it is white as white can be.
Personality: Neige's appearance and personality share the same cold exterior. From time to time, she does speak in somewhat of emotional tone, but more often then naught, it is a cruel unfeeling monotone. Neige does tend to snap from time to time, but not very often. Extremely submissive in nature for the most part, she rarely ever talks if she can help it, and ignores when ever she sees fit. It is for the most part hard to attain her full attention, but it is easy to keep once had. Neither a free spirit nor assertive mind, some would say she tends to act more like air then a tangible being.
History: The meeting between her parents had been out of necessity, and born with her litter mate, Glace; she did not find her family lively in the least. Her father did tend to show some love, but her mother, was from whom they adopted their personalities. Glace was like her identical twin, and together they made many people who saw them at first glance think they were going insane. Needless to say, after a while, their mother and father went their separate ways and the artic winters after that couldn't have been colder. Her sister stayed with her half way through the second year of her life, but that summer after being silent for months on end, they had a long fight.
There is no reason why I should say this, for it is obvious, that they never saw each other again, and the winter storms came and went around Neige, who began to lose track of time. A year and half passed and it seemed nothing, as although, Neige came to many lands, many packs, many territories, all thought her a ghost, a dream, an illusion, and worst of all, snow. It was when they thought her air or snow that she had her worst confrontations, because Neige would droop and become unhappy when not acknowledged, and they would on rare occasion, bump, jump, or ram into her thinking there was nobody there.
