Post by Crystal on Apr 22, 2010 22:56:54 GMT -5
Miria:
The outer side of things is no better than the inner,
Then again sometimes asking for the unimportant,
Is a nice way to start,
…Basic Information
Then again sometimes asking for the unimportant,
Is a nice way to start,
…Basic Information
Given Name: Miria
Alias: Mir
Meaning: The Unspoken Parts
Age: Pup [4 Months]
Gender: Female
Species: Wolf
Breed: Blackblood Dire
Weight: 40 Lbs (Adult: 150 Lbs)
Height: .6 ft (Adult: 3.6 Ft)
But there are things that fill the empty space,
You may not like them or even betray them,
But they still love you and are a part of you.
…Bloodline and Family
You may not like them or even betray them,
But they still love you and are a part of you.
…Bloodline and Family
Father:
Grandfather:
Grandmother:
Aunt:
Uncle:
Mother: Mika
Grandfather:
Grandmother:
Aunt: Bismuth
Uncle: Boxer
Brothers: None
Sisters: None
Nieces: None
Nephews: None
Mate: Too Young
Pups: Too Young
We all find ways to be where we are,
Whether we run, walk, swim or fly we find it,
A place that we can call our own, a place to live.
…Location
Whether we run, walk, swim or fly we find it,
A place that we can call our own, a place to live.
…Location
Former Pack: Sikla Sakoras
Pack: Marre's Keep [Soon-to-be]
Former Rank: None
Current Rank: None
Habitat: Marshland
Location: Marre's Keep
No one can live alone it is against nature,
We are naturally attracted to others,
And maybe not so to the rest but they are necessary.
…Friends and Enemies
We are naturally attracted to others,
And maybe not so to the rest but they are necessary.
…Friends and Enemies
We all have something inside though it is complex,
It determines who we are and what we do,
It is the soul of our being.
…Personality
It determines who we are and what we do,
It is the soul of our being.
…Personality
The girl is a happy-go-lucky little sunshine of joy. She goes around, yipping her head off about the littlest thing, enjoying her world and her life. The poor gal cannot, for the life of her, speak though, and she is crippled with the uselessness of her tongue. For all she can do is bark and growl, making guttural sounds that have no real meaning or message behind them to any other wolf listening in, besides the their pitch and the tone in which she uses it in. Although, she seems to show little side-effects from this as of yet, the actual connotations that would imply that it was affecting her life currently aren't springing up anywhere at all. Instead, she goes around, seeing the world through her small, puppy eyes.
Likewise, she doesn't really seem to fully understand language being spoken to her, either. Something in her brain seemed to have thrown all the switches to her language devices off. All that she understands is "Miria", her name, and all that she can comprehend to say is, "Mir", which is not the full name she grew up with, but the part of her name that she actually response to in reality. She's a sweet kid, always there to help brighten the mood by the way she seems to love life and to enjoy herself fairly well. She's quite a chipper ball of fur, sometimes even hyper in some aspects too.
When we are first looked at, we give an impression,
It is based on what we look like on the outside,
And if we look like what they want, they get to know us.
…Appearance
It is based on what we look like on the outside,
And if we look like what they want, they get to know us.
…Appearance
We have lived,
And we have died,
And it is written and remembered by those we shared it with.
…History
And we have died,
And it is written and remembered by those we shared it with.
…History
“Quite a yapper, isn’t she?” One wolf inquired, looking down at the black mutt with pink accents running through her fur. The pup wagged its tail and leaped up onto her two legs, barking and growling merrily at them. She bore her fangs at them and snapped playfully at a leg, before she commenced to giggling insanely like most pups would. She turned her head away, hearing the sound of a simple thump off in the distance and she took off in that direction, curious of the sound. The pup’s head bumped into the leg of her father, which knocked her back, making her land on her butt. Looking up, she wagged her tail some more, barking and yipping at him excitedly.
“Yes yes, Snowflake, I’m home.” He laughed. He looked up to his mate, the pup’s mother, with a bit of a concern notion in his eyes. “She still hasn’t learned any words?” The mother shook her head with a heavy sigh, before casting her gaze down. She stared at her young child for a moment, before she would heave out a reply. “Nope. Not yet.”
“She’s two months old. By now, she should have learned something, shouldn’t she?” He asked her, tilting his head. “I mean…I’m not a genius with pups…never was around them if I could help it…but, really?” The mother shrugged her shoulders silently, shaking her head. “I don’t know…” The pup giggled and bit her father’s foot, playfully tearing at it with cute, short growls emitting from her throat. He laughed and glanced down at her.
The pup wagged her tail merrily, as she tore at the foot with her teeth. She wasn’t cutting any of the flesh, though, and it would seem that she was more or less teething on his foot. Which, she probably was. But still, it amused her to no end, as she bit and chewed on her dad’s foot. She seemed pretty content there, surrounded by all of the happy faced of her family. She knew she loved her mother and her father, to her they made the world itself – specifically, they carved it out with their own paws, digging at the edges to form it just right.
“Trouble. There’s trouble in the distance!” Another wolf shouted, as it broke through the barrier of a plant and ran past the small group. “hurry, run! Fire!” The adult wolves all glanced around at each other for a quick moment. Then, in synchronization with each other, hey raised their legs up off of the ground, and turned to run. “Get Miria!” The father called out in a panicky voice to whoever would listen. He turned to her, but the pup was already bouncing off on her own free will.
However, Miria was heading towards the direction of the wildfire, which wasn’t good. Her mother rushed after her, and catching her mother following so fast, she turned and ran off into the woods as well, giggling. Thinking that it was a game, she ran around, dodging her mother’s feet and dodging her teeth, as her mother tried her best to scoop the young pup up into her mouth. Even the father, after much time, decided to help out in tracking the daughter down, seeing how long it was taking.
After a while, the mother managed to scoop her up before she could turn around, and she ran off with her away from the direction of the fire. The smoke seemed to have caught up with them, though, and it enveloped the scene. Her mother just ran, fleeing across the ground in the vain hopes of getting away and in the desperation of needing to save her daughter’s life. It was a race against the sands of time itself, the paws of the wolf flew across the ground as fast as they could. She heaved every gasp of air that she could, fighting to keep herself moving and fighting for air amongst the thick billowing clouds of smoke engulfing her.
Panic was setting in the mother’s mind and it showed through her eyes. She was worried, fearful that the pup wouldn’t make it and neither would she. Her daughter mattered more in this, of course. The same dull pup, of black and pink coloration, that was being carried in her mother, whimpering softly. The pup really didn’t understand why her mother was toting her off. It had been a long time sense she had been able to write in her mother’s mouth, but right now she didn’t want to. She squirmed and wriggled in thin air, hoping to cause her mother to make her fall to the ground (which didn’t seem to be happening), and at last just fell to whimpering and coughing at all of the smoke that was lingering in their air.
In the last vain attempts before the fire’s flames reached her, the mother tossed the pup into a river, before she collapsed to the forest floor. The strong current carried the pup off, who was fighting the current with her weak puppy legs (and losing). She whined whenever she could break for air, gasping at the lung-fuls of it into her mouth. Panic finally was setting into her heart, and unknown and confusing panic as the stream carried her far away….
“Yes yes, Snowflake, I’m home.” He laughed. He looked up to his mate, the pup’s mother, with a bit of a concern notion in his eyes. “She still hasn’t learned any words?” The mother shook her head with a heavy sigh, before casting her gaze down. She stared at her young child for a moment, before she would heave out a reply. “Nope. Not yet.”
“She’s two months old. By now, she should have learned something, shouldn’t she?” He asked her, tilting his head. “I mean…I’m not a genius with pups…never was around them if I could help it…but, really?” The mother shrugged her shoulders silently, shaking her head. “I don’t know…” The pup giggled and bit her father’s foot, playfully tearing at it with cute, short growls emitting from her throat. He laughed and glanced down at her.
The pup wagged her tail merrily, as she tore at the foot with her teeth. She wasn’t cutting any of the flesh, though, and it would seem that she was more or less teething on his foot. Which, she probably was. But still, it amused her to no end, as she bit and chewed on her dad’s foot. She seemed pretty content there, surrounded by all of the happy faced of her family. She knew she loved her mother and her father, to her they made the world itself – specifically, they carved it out with their own paws, digging at the edges to form it just right.
“Trouble. There’s trouble in the distance!” Another wolf shouted, as it broke through the barrier of a plant and ran past the small group. “hurry, run! Fire!” The adult wolves all glanced around at each other for a quick moment. Then, in synchronization with each other, hey raised their legs up off of the ground, and turned to run. “Get Miria!” The father called out in a panicky voice to whoever would listen. He turned to her, but the pup was already bouncing off on her own free will.
However, Miria was heading towards the direction of the wildfire, which wasn’t good. Her mother rushed after her, and catching her mother following so fast, she turned and ran off into the woods as well, giggling. Thinking that it was a game, she ran around, dodging her mother’s feet and dodging her teeth, as her mother tried her best to scoop the young pup up into her mouth. Even the father, after much time, decided to help out in tracking the daughter down, seeing how long it was taking.
After a while, the mother managed to scoop her up before she could turn around, and she ran off with her away from the direction of the fire. The smoke seemed to have caught up with them, though, and it enveloped the scene. Her mother just ran, fleeing across the ground in the vain hopes of getting away and in the desperation of needing to save her daughter’s life. It was a race against the sands of time itself, the paws of the wolf flew across the ground as fast as they could. She heaved every gasp of air that she could, fighting to keep herself moving and fighting for air amongst the thick billowing clouds of smoke engulfing her.
Panic was setting in the mother’s mind and it showed through her eyes. She was worried, fearful that the pup wouldn’t make it and neither would she. Her daughter mattered more in this, of course. The same dull pup, of black and pink coloration, that was being carried in her mother, whimpering softly. The pup really didn’t understand why her mother was toting her off. It had been a long time sense she had been able to write in her mother’s mouth, but right now she didn’t want to. She squirmed and wriggled in thin air, hoping to cause her mother to make her fall to the ground (which didn’t seem to be happening), and at last just fell to whimpering and coughing at all of the smoke that was lingering in their air.
In the last vain attempts before the fire’s flames reached her, the mother tossed the pup into a river, before she collapsed to the forest floor. The strong current carried the pup off, who was fighting the current with her weak puppy legs (and losing). She whined whenever she could break for air, gasping at the lung-fuls of it into her mouth. Panic finally was setting into her heart, and unknown and confusing panic as the stream carried her far away….
After the river current, she washed up on a shore. She was 4 months at this age, old enough to be weaned and attempt her best with hunting or scavenging. She awoken and she went wandering off...
We have time for everything,
Yet time for nothing at the same time,
All in all, if is a way of life.
…Role-Plays
Yet time for nothing at the same time,
All in all, if is a way of life.
…Role-Plays
None yet
Everything is completed,
And it was not done along,
So give some thanks to those who helped.
…Credits
And it was not done along,
So give some thanks to those who helped.
…Credits
Outline (c) Apocolips
Picture Design (c) Kero?
Character Concept (c) Me