Post by Outlaw on Feb 10, 2010 17:02:08 GMT -5
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name: Mythril
pronunciation: Mith-real
alias: Myth
age: 5 Years
gender: Female
breed: Siberian Husky
appearance: Midnight tipped sharply pointed twins mounted atop a heavy cranium, twist and dance to their own music, catching the sounds of the world around. A mask of soft ash spills up and over to circle icy blue white optics peering out in silence. The form of a broad arrow head pointed up towards that thick muscled nape, marred only by a thin star centered between those watchful eyes. Thick strands of snow white encase a well muscled compact frame supported by equally thick pillars ending in roughen paws. The dusting of a nightly color fell along that crown, down her neck like millions of tiny midnight snowflakes. The shadowing continued to trail along her back and sides to finally decorate the full thick twist of a tail that swayed lazily behind. From that maw black lined silks part slightly to reveal the deceptively docile length of gleaming ivory hidden beneath.
personality: There was something about this beast, two sides of a single coin given to the worlds view. A mask, a gift to conceal, often used to protect a soft heart. First impressions are often far from the truth, leaving one to hide from the public behind a faced of cool distance. An arrogance that appeared to line every well worked muscle lining that powerful frame. It was an impression she did not mind giving off, allowing very few to discover the truth beneath the thick pelt of snow and shadow. The pride for which she held herself only added to the illusion of a snobbish demeanor. Successfully concealing the depth of loyalty and honor that dictates every action the canine preformed. Five years on her own left little room for patience in regards to the fools who run the land. The teaching of her parents, their high morals and firm black and white out-look on life had been drilled into the fae from pup-hood until the day they had vanished from her life. But was this who she truly was? Beneath the training under the aloof visage presented to the general world lays a nearly forgotten aspect of herself. Somewhere locked behind a wall mortared with pain was a canine who had once held everything. Lively and flirtatious with a laughter now silenced. All was not lost though, a privileged few were privy to the ghostly figure's hidden heart. Those who had braved the chilly demeanor to find what lay beneath.
history: Both her parents had been born to the harness, point dogs for the musher's line. Three pups were gifted to the parent's first litter, two males and one female. Life was bliss until she was six months old and she and her brothers were purchased by this person or that. That was how she had come to find herself airborne in a breathable shipping crate. Then on the bed of a truck, it was all rather confusing for the little pup. But eventually she would spend three years on a ranch up in the mountains, But as with all good things this too came to an end. The family packed up there belongings and vanished with the night, leaving Mythril loose in the barn. Since that morning the canine had been alone, learning to survive for the last year or so as a rogue on the streets.
Click Me!!
Click Me!!!
name: Mythril
pronunciation: Mith-real
alias: Myth
age: 5 Years
gender: Female
breed: Siberian Husky
appearance: Midnight tipped sharply pointed twins mounted atop a heavy cranium, twist and dance to their own music, catching the sounds of the world around. A mask of soft ash spills up and over to circle icy blue white optics peering out in silence. The form of a broad arrow head pointed up towards that thick muscled nape, marred only by a thin star centered between those watchful eyes. Thick strands of snow white encase a well muscled compact frame supported by equally thick pillars ending in roughen paws. The dusting of a nightly color fell along that crown, down her neck like millions of tiny midnight snowflakes. The shadowing continued to trail along her back and sides to finally decorate the full thick twist of a tail that swayed lazily behind. From that maw black lined silks part slightly to reveal the deceptively docile length of gleaming ivory hidden beneath.
personality: There was something about this beast, two sides of a single coin given to the worlds view. A mask, a gift to conceal, often used to protect a soft heart. First impressions are often far from the truth, leaving one to hide from the public behind a faced of cool distance. An arrogance that appeared to line every well worked muscle lining that powerful frame. It was an impression she did not mind giving off, allowing very few to discover the truth beneath the thick pelt of snow and shadow. The pride for which she held herself only added to the illusion of a snobbish demeanor. Successfully concealing the depth of loyalty and honor that dictates every action the canine preformed. Five years on her own left little room for patience in regards to the fools who run the land. The teaching of her parents, their high morals and firm black and white out-look on life had been drilled into the fae from pup-hood until the day they had vanished from her life. But was this who she truly was? Beneath the training under the aloof visage presented to the general world lays a nearly forgotten aspect of herself. Somewhere locked behind a wall mortared with pain was a canine who had once held everything. Lively and flirtatious with a laughter now silenced. All was not lost though, a privileged few were privy to the ghostly figure's hidden heart. Those who had braved the chilly demeanor to find what lay beneath.
history: Both her parents had been born to the harness, point dogs for the musher's line. Three pups were gifted to the parent's first litter, two males and one female. Life was bliss until she was six months old and she and her brothers were purchased by this person or that. That was how she had come to find herself airborne in a breathable shipping crate. Then on the bed of a truck, it was all rather confusing for the little pup. But eventually she would spend three years on a ranch up in the mountains, But as with all good things this too came to an end. The family packed up there belongings and vanished with the night, leaving Mythril loose in the barn. Since that morning the canine had been alone, learning to survive for the last year or so as a rogue on the streets.
