Post by Symetra on Nov 27, 2008 8:54:38 GMT -6
Name: Symetra, Semi, Sym.
Age: 4 Years
Gender: Female
Pack: Icis Pack
Rank: Alphess... Maybe?
Power: Illusionist
Image:
Appearance: Lovely black and gray fur climbed atop the female's back and sides, while white streaks came up from her paws reaching up her fore limbs. Such a beautiful mask of colors; the females perfect poise. Her eyes had a star at the corner and two lines beneath them. Beauty was offset by pride, such a female couldn't come without vices equal to or less than that of simply her. Female was known to be snappy and demanding, Crude and voracious was also part of the deal. However if you passed her faults your would see her Points that made her who she is today. No love was given and in the same way no love was expected. Often she kept to herself and one shouldn't bother her unless they had a death wish. Fearsome, and combative instincts were not learned by this female but rather born into her bloodlines. Lumbering cranium rested upon a neck and body built not for superiority but rather stealth. Being able to jump great distances and run great widths this wolf was truly one to annex lands without even opening her mandible. Bones of this wolven had been broken many times over making them limber yet strong. A true wolf, How frightening.(206 words)
Personality: Quiet and moody, tries to be helpful and is loyal to a fault, sometimes intolerant and snappy, always inquiring and suspicious, and never one to brag. Minor accident magnet- eats rotten meat, gets stung by bees, bumps into pricker bushes. Tries to keep a low profile. On a bad day, she misdirects her anger at the first person to be in her line of fire. On a good day, she might even look happy to see you. She's very serious about her work one moment, and the next minute she's gagging up the grasshoppers she was chasing. In short, she's a silly wolf trying hard to fit a serious profile. Being one of the few surviving wolves in her region Sym was not one to mess with. Being claimed by near depression her mind was filled with hatred and fear from herself. An apple that slipped too far from the tree; a combination of Braun and brain provides for an intrepid personality. With a belief in doing what she pleases and when she pleases it, trouble was often met and dealt with, though she was no fool when it came to those who overpowered her. A silver-tounged liar, she can weave quiet a web if necessary. If she's intelligent she doesn't show it; often making someone's first impressions a lie on it's own.(200 words)
History: Sym was born in a litter of 3 and she was the runt. However she was the only one that truly progressed when she was going up. She was the strongest out of the litter; how ironic. Her feet and ears where stained from the birthing fluid as they are green. In which some other wolves got to know her by names of, "Freak, Dork, Grass."
Sym was different and her pack could tell. Sym seemed cold and lonely in the companion 'department'. Her eyes became dark and deep with thoughts of those who would not give her the time of day. Her heart ached for only one and his name was, "Electra" he was one of the alpha heirs, that however was not something that she saw. All she saw was a wolf that her heart had melted for.
He was matched by the elders with a younger femme in the pack. One that had exceeded everyone's expectations. She was a beautiful gray wolfess that had a white underbelly and white feet. Her eyes glowed a bright yellow and he was in love with her.
Oh how Sym had loather them she wanted him for her. She had never asked for anything she knew that she could so easily kill her for Semi was a much better fighter than most in the pack. Her heart and her mind could barely make it through one day alone a lifetime. She had only one other option... kill her. She would have to do the deed that no one else had the guts to do. The female that had captivated "Electra's" heat was snobby and was going to bring the pack to it's feet if she were to become an alphess.
How was our dear Sym to do it? She had no clue all she had in the right mind was that it had to be done. She knew that if she killed "Electra's" love that he would seek revenge. He would seek every emotion that there was.
On the night of the deed she walked through the den seeking out the soon to be alphess. Her gray fur looked white in the dim light that filled the den. Her body was sprawled out and of course right next to her he was sleeping peacefully. The very thought that he was dreaming of her would be enough to kill the femme.
Upon nearing the sleeping femme Sym felt pain for her, knowing she would never wake up again. Knowing that she would not wake up to her love.. Just knowing was a big enough burden. Sym inclined her jaws They showed very nicely; perfectly almost. Sym bent in and with a quick and forceful crunch of her jaws Sym had broken the femme's neck.
Sym had felt the bones break under the pressure that she applied, Sym was not only a strong femme but she was also very stealthy. However this time she was not as lucky... As Sym turned to walk away from the body her mitt bumped a slight stone awakening Electra.
His eyes followed the ground to look at the coldness of his mate's body and then he looked up to see Sym shaking her head indifferently, Sym had made a fatal error. Not in the planning but the execution of it. There in the darkness Electra's voice sounded, "Why?" with a single tear in his eye Sym finally understood that he was in love with her... And that there was no hope for Sym and Electra.
Hate and anger filled Sym. She had killed one to justify for herself, "I tried so hard to catch you eye but you never noticed me. I waited in the wings for you but you never cam to claim me. I waited but you... you never came.." repeating it softly as she turned around to face him.
Anyone could tell by the look of his face that he really wanted to kill Sym, but what could be worse than making her live with the thought that she killed an innocent being, for her own sake. With a quick swipe of his paw he left a deep cut in her left cheek, a cut that would become a scar. Something that would remind her of her deed. With that being done he exiled her to leave the pack and never come back.
As Sym walked through the wilderness of what used to be her own home she made a difficult decision, she vowed to never love again. She thought she had made wise upon deciding that. Taking it upon herself to "insure" herself for the near future. How was Semi to not love again? It was in one's nature to have empathy for other and to feel sympathy.
Sym had to take the attributes and flaws of this all mighty plan. She knew she had to do something, Self control much? Sym had something on her mind that no other wolf had ever tried and was successful at. In the end they always failed because the special one, Their "singer" called to them leaving them in complete despair and in love. Sym was determined to never fall in love again even if it meant she had to be cold and dark. She told herself she would never allow the pain to happen again.
Every once in a while someone will ask about her scar and she'll simply say something close to, "I had an Accident As a young one, my foolishness got me hurt. Please be careful of what you choose to do; Because it could simply affect you for the rest of your life." Fighting the tear by the last line she would exclude herself and let the tears run. Once in a while you'll hear Sym laugh... But to tell the truth it's been a while since I've smiled and meant it.
(More coming soon. So far it's 948 Words.)
RP Example: #1** Large mitts held an even larger femme, her ears flicked off a lady bug that had made rest on the tip of her ear. A death sentence was more than acceptable payment choice if you messed with her. If you even showed her the wrong emotions in a suspicious time you would be put to your death or at least punished severely. As her stride raced up to an unpredicted speed another surprise made itself known, How graceful she was! Such speed was outstanding but then added into the question of unconsciously graceful her gait was. Voice arose to form the words along the lines of a mere howl but a menacing one at that. Her eyes watched the terrain around her as she flew past it. Seconds after passing a large sweep of wind around and through the bushes. Making it seem as if something was inside of it moving, A mouse or a rabbit perhaps. Such glee was hers to defy as she awaited this pleasure for long enough. Legs stopped their synchronized flow as her body came to a sudden halt. The scent of another dominate had stopped her in her tracks either she had wandered into another territory or one had wandered into her grid of ... get this DOOM. Whatever didn't belong in this 'Grid' was soon terminated without hesitation. Would her ways ever change? Probably not... but who cares. [Eh short, sorry.]
#2**Gruesome teeth let down a dead rabbit. Carcass was bleeding from major arteries; The neck, hind leg and the back. Her paws and maw fur where the rabbit had attempted to claw as her flesh was blood red... With her blood; never only with it's suffering blood that would only tame her stomach and only for a bit. Unusually thick facial skin was caused by severe scaring from previous battles, Her evident trophies upon seeing the femme was indeed still alive and breathing. Her jaw unlocked itself from the death hold it had on the prey it's limpless body just sitting there in the white, crisp snow that was now collecting on her peltage. "Gotta keep moving" she thought to herself even though she had one of the thickest and warmest fur coverages than most wolves the energy needed to retain her internal body temp was apparently not being met by the scarceness of the food supply and by this she meant that there was no food around. All of it had been killed during the most recent frost storm. A mere rabbit was nothing compared to what the wolfess needed to comply with her hunger. As she pranced lightly into her den, "Hmms who shall I torment today?" a huff as she remembered her current state in life. "Oh wait there is nothing left to kill." a roll of her eyes and the only peaceful thing that existed in her life swept her away. Her soundly musical voice, "Dream sweet dreams." and she was out cold.
#3**
Canis Dirus -blocked- trotted, rapid pace since long legs carried her fast. Azure eyes scanned the terrain, searching for potential threats. Flexing immense muscles all along the way. Prideful was she, always holding her head high; legs always pulled up to her chest when she trotted, walked, or any movement involving her legs. Ebonite streak of black trickled down her spine, shuffling as she moved as well.
Nothing would stop her now. She was just moving, walking around the terrain as if she was high rank. Typical stature for this typical Dire wolf. It was that simple, she cared for everyone and everything. Kindness was in her blood line, she did not fight often, unless it was called for. Her slate grey pelt danced in complicated patterns over her muscular, and sturdy frame; making her rather demeaning.
Oh how the wind was slashing at her thick coat, attempting to push the -blocked- over. But she remained up right, continued her prideful trot. "Pfft..." she whispered, her voice strikingly deep and gleeful. Distant family, had dubbed her Hurricane, hence the name Symetra. In greek, it translated to Hurricane, it was better then the other names she had been dubbed. Storm, Rabid, Beast, and Monstrous. Those names blemished her very being. She was none of those. But her fighting style gave her these names. Hurricane was the best choice, indicating she had a swift on going fighting/countering style.
This was because she was built to lead, being prideful and happy. Yet she had an on going wisdom, understanding, and a large vocabulary. She refused to fail, and often spoke to what seemed to be the flames that danced in her soul. "Talking to herself" -- One would say. Of course she did it often. Assessing what she had done, ate, or was doing. She had numerous mates, but none of them seemed to hold the spark of light that shone in her eyes. None of those males were able to be kind. -blocked- shook her head, ashamed of what the world had become, or was still becoming.
Since the dawn of time, Sym's line had flourished, but as it appeared now, she was the last. She was in no hurry to change that. In fact she rather her -blocked-iness, and cruel line end with the very last of her kind. Her. Oh how she longed for her line to end. Her father... And his father's father's father's father's father... All brutal bastards who thought nothing except war. Of course, she herself was okay with a bit of war, seeing as that she had nothing else to do these days. Those who had known her said her muscles where wasted on a poor pathetic -- HUGE -- -blocked- named... Hur -- Hur -- Hurrocon? Thats right. They couldn't pronounce Hurricane. That was her alias for a long time... Not within the family though.
Often she questioned her existence. With another shake of her head, she dropped to the ground. A deep sigh relieved her. "There is so much going --" Cut off by a snap of a twig. Not to far off, there stood a herd of cow elk. "Good thing I'm down-wind." Sym whispered, looking at their grace and care. Slowly she crawled forward, the scent of their simple brains fluttered through her pink nostrils. "Mmmmm...." She said aloud. She crouched under some brush, watching carefully. Pink tongue slipped from her maw and onto her upper lip. "G -- go!" She howled, leaping from the brush onto the plains. It seemed another wolf had the same idea, and leapt from the grasses at the same time.
Legs extended as she hurled her body through the air. Landing in front of the elk who seemed fattest and slowest. Teeth bared as a powerful growl made the brown elk shudder. With a flurry of slate grey the elk found it's energy sapped away. With one last leap, a push of her hind legs Sym was off the ground and sinking her teeth into the beast; blood sprayed her face. The elk fell, knees dropping as it landed with a 'thwap' on to the ground. Sym raised a brow as the other wolf seemed to approach her.
"Betcha you didn't see that I killed that elk you are standing over." The voice was masculine. A gruff voice too. Oh how much Sym loathed those claiming her food as their own.
"Excuse me -- That is rather impossible. I just saw you chase that calf over there. I guess your indicating that -- You failed." Sym said, tilting her head to the side. "Back down. If you are challenging me for my food." Her tail raised defensively. Irritation gripped Sym quickly. This male had opened his eyes wide and stared right into the eyes of our beloved Dire wolf, Sym.
"No. You, 'omega' back down!" That crossed the line. The worst insult ever said to a wolf's face. Crossing the line wasn't much though, it made Sym curl her lips. Other male hesitated, then quickly sprang forward, swiping at Sym's face.
It didn't damage her, but it shocked him badly. In return, she jumped up, snatching the 'flying' male that had attempted to go over her. With out any harm to come to the opponent, Sym let go, sending the opponent back the way he came.
"I hope I have not hurt you. Since you do not pose a threat to me. Watch what you say, and don't go challenging random wolves. My name is Sym. What be you're calling...?" No response. The unnamed wolf looked at the dire. With that he leapt from the ground and ran -- running far far away. "To easy." Sym jeered, knowing perfectly well that it was surreal and likely never to happen again. The fighting part anyways.
(1,466 Words)
Family: Nope
Other: Nope
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Age: 4 Years
Gender: Female
Pack: Icis Pack
Rank: Alphess... Maybe?
Power: Illusionist
Image:
Appearance: Lovely black and gray fur climbed atop the female's back and sides, while white streaks came up from her paws reaching up her fore limbs. Such a beautiful mask of colors; the females perfect poise. Her eyes had a star at the corner and two lines beneath them. Beauty was offset by pride, such a female couldn't come without vices equal to or less than that of simply her. Female was known to be snappy and demanding, Crude and voracious was also part of the deal. However if you passed her faults your would see her Points that made her who she is today. No love was given and in the same way no love was expected. Often she kept to herself and one shouldn't bother her unless they had a death wish. Fearsome, and combative instincts were not learned by this female but rather born into her bloodlines. Lumbering cranium rested upon a neck and body built not for superiority but rather stealth. Being able to jump great distances and run great widths this wolf was truly one to annex lands without even opening her mandible. Bones of this wolven had been broken many times over making them limber yet strong. A true wolf, How frightening.(206 words)
Personality: Quiet and moody, tries to be helpful and is loyal to a fault, sometimes intolerant and snappy, always inquiring and suspicious, and never one to brag. Minor accident magnet- eats rotten meat, gets stung by bees, bumps into pricker bushes. Tries to keep a low profile. On a bad day, she misdirects her anger at the first person to be in her line of fire. On a good day, she might even look happy to see you. She's very serious about her work one moment, and the next minute she's gagging up the grasshoppers she was chasing. In short, she's a silly wolf trying hard to fit a serious profile. Being one of the few surviving wolves in her region Sym was not one to mess with. Being claimed by near depression her mind was filled with hatred and fear from herself. An apple that slipped too far from the tree; a combination of Braun and brain provides for an intrepid personality. With a belief in doing what she pleases and when she pleases it, trouble was often met and dealt with, though she was no fool when it came to those who overpowered her. A silver-tounged liar, she can weave quiet a web if necessary. If she's intelligent she doesn't show it; often making someone's first impressions a lie on it's own.(200 words)
History: Sym was born in a litter of 3 and she was the runt. However she was the only one that truly progressed when she was going up. She was the strongest out of the litter; how ironic. Her feet and ears where stained from the birthing fluid as they are green. In which some other wolves got to know her by names of, "Freak, Dork, Grass."
Sym was different and her pack could tell. Sym seemed cold and lonely in the companion 'department'. Her eyes became dark and deep with thoughts of those who would not give her the time of day. Her heart ached for only one and his name was, "Electra" he was one of the alpha heirs, that however was not something that she saw. All she saw was a wolf that her heart had melted for.
He was matched by the elders with a younger femme in the pack. One that had exceeded everyone's expectations. She was a beautiful gray wolfess that had a white underbelly and white feet. Her eyes glowed a bright yellow and he was in love with her.
Oh how Sym had loather them she wanted him for her. She had never asked for anything she knew that she could so easily kill her for Semi was a much better fighter than most in the pack. Her heart and her mind could barely make it through one day alone a lifetime. She had only one other option... kill her. She would have to do the deed that no one else had the guts to do. The female that had captivated "Electra's" heat was snobby and was going to bring the pack to it's feet if she were to become an alphess.
How was our dear Sym to do it? She had no clue all she had in the right mind was that it had to be done. She knew that if she killed "Electra's" love that he would seek revenge. He would seek every emotion that there was.
On the night of the deed she walked through the den seeking out the soon to be alphess. Her gray fur looked white in the dim light that filled the den. Her body was sprawled out and of course right next to her he was sleeping peacefully. The very thought that he was dreaming of her would be enough to kill the femme.
Upon nearing the sleeping femme Sym felt pain for her, knowing she would never wake up again. Knowing that she would not wake up to her love.. Just knowing was a big enough burden. Sym inclined her jaws They showed very nicely; perfectly almost. Sym bent in and with a quick and forceful crunch of her jaws Sym had broken the femme's neck.
Sym had felt the bones break under the pressure that she applied, Sym was not only a strong femme but she was also very stealthy. However this time she was not as lucky... As Sym turned to walk away from the body her mitt bumped a slight stone awakening Electra.
His eyes followed the ground to look at the coldness of his mate's body and then he looked up to see Sym shaking her head indifferently, Sym had made a fatal error. Not in the planning but the execution of it. There in the darkness Electra's voice sounded, "Why?" with a single tear in his eye Sym finally understood that he was in love with her... And that there was no hope for Sym and Electra.
Hate and anger filled Sym. She had killed one to justify for herself, "I tried so hard to catch you eye but you never noticed me. I waited in the wings for you but you never cam to claim me. I waited but you... you never came.." repeating it softly as she turned around to face him.
Anyone could tell by the look of his face that he really wanted to kill Sym, but what could be worse than making her live with the thought that she killed an innocent being, for her own sake. With a quick swipe of his paw he left a deep cut in her left cheek, a cut that would become a scar. Something that would remind her of her deed. With that being done he exiled her to leave the pack and never come back.
As Sym walked through the wilderness of what used to be her own home she made a difficult decision, she vowed to never love again. She thought she had made wise upon deciding that. Taking it upon herself to "insure" herself for the near future. How was Semi to not love again? It was in one's nature to have empathy for other and to feel sympathy.
Sym had to take the attributes and flaws of this all mighty plan. She knew she had to do something, Self control much? Sym had something on her mind that no other wolf had ever tried and was successful at. In the end they always failed because the special one, Their "singer" called to them leaving them in complete despair and in love. Sym was determined to never fall in love again even if it meant she had to be cold and dark. She told herself she would never allow the pain to happen again.
Every once in a while someone will ask about her scar and she'll simply say something close to, "I had an Accident As a young one, my foolishness got me hurt. Please be careful of what you choose to do; Because it could simply affect you for the rest of your life." Fighting the tear by the last line she would exclude herself and let the tears run. Once in a while you'll hear Sym laugh... But to tell the truth it's been a while since I've smiled and meant it.
(More coming soon. So far it's 948 Words.)
RP Example: #1** Large mitts held an even larger femme, her ears flicked off a lady bug that had made rest on the tip of her ear. A death sentence was more than acceptable payment choice if you messed with her. If you even showed her the wrong emotions in a suspicious time you would be put to your death or at least punished severely. As her stride raced up to an unpredicted speed another surprise made itself known, How graceful she was! Such speed was outstanding but then added into the question of unconsciously graceful her gait was. Voice arose to form the words along the lines of a mere howl but a menacing one at that. Her eyes watched the terrain around her as she flew past it. Seconds after passing a large sweep of wind around and through the bushes. Making it seem as if something was inside of it moving, A mouse or a rabbit perhaps. Such glee was hers to defy as she awaited this pleasure for long enough. Legs stopped their synchronized flow as her body came to a sudden halt. The scent of another dominate had stopped her in her tracks either she had wandered into another territory or one had wandered into her grid of ... get this DOOM. Whatever didn't belong in this 'Grid' was soon terminated without hesitation. Would her ways ever change? Probably not... but who cares. [Eh short, sorry.]
#2**Gruesome teeth let down a dead rabbit. Carcass was bleeding from major arteries; The neck, hind leg and the back. Her paws and maw fur where the rabbit had attempted to claw as her flesh was blood red... With her blood; never only with it's suffering blood that would only tame her stomach and only for a bit. Unusually thick facial skin was caused by severe scaring from previous battles, Her evident trophies upon seeing the femme was indeed still alive and breathing. Her jaw unlocked itself from the death hold it had on the prey it's limpless body just sitting there in the white, crisp snow that was now collecting on her peltage. "Gotta keep moving" she thought to herself even though she had one of the thickest and warmest fur coverages than most wolves the energy needed to retain her internal body temp was apparently not being met by the scarceness of the food supply and by this she meant that there was no food around. All of it had been killed during the most recent frost storm. A mere rabbit was nothing compared to what the wolfess needed to comply with her hunger. As she pranced lightly into her den, "Hmms who shall I torment today?" a huff as she remembered her current state in life. "Oh wait there is nothing left to kill." a roll of her eyes and the only peaceful thing that existed in her life swept her away. Her soundly musical voice, "Dream sweet dreams." and she was out cold.
#3**
Canis Dirus -blocked- trotted, rapid pace since long legs carried her fast. Azure eyes scanned the terrain, searching for potential threats. Flexing immense muscles all along the way. Prideful was she, always holding her head high; legs always pulled up to her chest when she trotted, walked, or any movement involving her legs. Ebonite streak of black trickled down her spine, shuffling as she moved as well.
Nothing would stop her now. She was just moving, walking around the terrain as if she was high rank. Typical stature for this typical Dire wolf. It was that simple, she cared for everyone and everything. Kindness was in her blood line, she did not fight often, unless it was called for. Her slate grey pelt danced in complicated patterns over her muscular, and sturdy frame; making her rather demeaning.
Oh how the wind was slashing at her thick coat, attempting to push the -blocked- over. But she remained up right, continued her prideful trot. "Pfft..." she whispered, her voice strikingly deep and gleeful. Distant family, had dubbed her Hurricane, hence the name Symetra. In greek, it translated to Hurricane, it was better then the other names she had been dubbed. Storm, Rabid, Beast, and Monstrous. Those names blemished her very being. She was none of those. But her fighting style gave her these names. Hurricane was the best choice, indicating she had a swift on going fighting/countering style.
This was because she was built to lead, being prideful and happy. Yet she had an on going wisdom, understanding, and a large vocabulary. She refused to fail, and often spoke to what seemed to be the flames that danced in her soul. "Talking to herself" -- One would say. Of course she did it often. Assessing what she had done, ate, or was doing. She had numerous mates, but none of them seemed to hold the spark of light that shone in her eyes. None of those males were able to be kind. -blocked- shook her head, ashamed of what the world had become, or was still becoming.
Since the dawn of time, Sym's line had flourished, but as it appeared now, she was the last. She was in no hurry to change that. In fact she rather her -blocked-iness, and cruel line end with the very last of her kind. Her. Oh how she longed for her line to end. Her father... And his father's father's father's father's father... All brutal bastards who thought nothing except war. Of course, she herself was okay with a bit of war, seeing as that she had nothing else to do these days. Those who had known her said her muscles where wasted on a poor pathetic -- HUGE -- -blocked- named... Hur -- Hur -- Hurrocon? Thats right. They couldn't pronounce Hurricane. That was her alias for a long time... Not within the family though.
Often she questioned her existence. With another shake of her head, she dropped to the ground. A deep sigh relieved her. "There is so much going --" Cut off by a snap of a twig. Not to far off, there stood a herd of cow elk. "Good thing I'm down-wind." Sym whispered, looking at their grace and care. Slowly she crawled forward, the scent of their simple brains fluttered through her pink nostrils. "Mmmmm...." She said aloud. She crouched under some brush, watching carefully. Pink tongue slipped from her maw and onto her upper lip. "G -- go!" She howled, leaping from the brush onto the plains. It seemed another wolf had the same idea, and leapt from the grasses at the same time.
Legs extended as she hurled her body through the air. Landing in front of the elk who seemed fattest and slowest. Teeth bared as a powerful growl made the brown elk shudder. With a flurry of slate grey the elk found it's energy sapped away. With one last leap, a push of her hind legs Sym was off the ground and sinking her teeth into the beast; blood sprayed her face. The elk fell, knees dropping as it landed with a 'thwap' on to the ground. Sym raised a brow as the other wolf seemed to approach her.
"Betcha you didn't see that I killed that elk you are standing over." The voice was masculine. A gruff voice too. Oh how much Sym loathed those claiming her food as their own.
"Excuse me -- That is rather impossible. I just saw you chase that calf over there. I guess your indicating that -- You failed." Sym said, tilting her head to the side. "Back down. If you are challenging me for my food." Her tail raised defensively. Irritation gripped Sym quickly. This male had opened his eyes wide and stared right into the eyes of our beloved Dire wolf, Sym.
"No. You, 'omega' back down!" That crossed the line. The worst insult ever said to a wolf's face. Crossing the line wasn't much though, it made Sym curl her lips. Other male hesitated, then quickly sprang forward, swiping at Sym's face.
It didn't damage her, but it shocked him badly. In return, she jumped up, snatching the 'flying' male that had attempted to go over her. With out any harm to come to the opponent, Sym let go, sending the opponent back the way he came.
"I hope I have not hurt you. Since you do not pose a threat to me. Watch what you say, and don't go challenging random wolves. My name is Sym. What be you're calling...?" No response. The unnamed wolf looked at the dire. With that he leapt from the ground and ran -- running far far away. "To easy." Sym jeered, knowing perfectly well that it was surreal and likely never to happen again. The fighting part anyways.
(1,466 Words)
Family: Nope
Other: Nope
Codeword:-admin edit-
