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about Sae
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Registration Date: 04-23-2013
Last Visit: 05-07-2013 11:43 PM Total Posts 16 Played By: Tempest 
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appearance
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Haunting orange eyes shine like faint night stars on her slender muzzle. A line of orange drapes far down her nose and flares back away from it towards her slightly pointed ears. Solid ink washes her body; three brilliant bands of fire drape her neck and the top of her triplet tails. It also paints the inner ear fur and the fur along her chest, belly, and underside of each tail. Thick fur stretched tightly over a skeleton, she is far too thin and light for her size. The protrusion of her shoulders, spine, and thin hips give her feminine figure a sickly edge to it. Long fur drapes from her body; her mutation causing it to grow much longer from the back of her paws. From her thin skull; two tall and spiral like antlers rise from them, smokey black in coloring. Dangling from them are the skulls of birds; mostly from the ones her mutation has feasted on. Reanimating them, she feeds on their pain and memories. Sae's fire mutation runs quite wild through her veins. Her body temperature burns much higher than any normal wolf; her paw prints can leave a burning trail if she doesn't keep it under control. It has the most drastic effect on her temper. Losing it; thin trails of liquid like flame rise in a vein like pattern all across her body. The she wolf moves with an ethereal grace; silent and stealthy. Small birds and other creatures tend to follow in her wake, drawn by her soft singing, mesmerized by the soft call of death itself. Drinking in their nourishment, watching the fear in their eyes even as they can not move. Their death adorns her crown of antlers, frail little bones awakened time and time again to feed on their painful misery. | |||||||||
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personality
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Sae can easily be felt as a witches presence, something dark, something different, something unnatural, something that both draws and forbids one closer. An old soul dwells within her; wise and cunning in many ways. Her voice is soft, haunted, a faint whispering hiss of confidence and strength. This self-assurance has made her quite a persuasive wolf, easily able to draw others in and convince them; and is not very good at hearing the answer no. She tends to be quite possessive when it comes to her home, her family, and the wolves that have somehow found a way to be close to her. She can become quite aggressive when such things are threatened. Sae could very well be thought of as cruel in many ways, she lacks empathy for most living things, even the weaker of her own kind. Sae also relishes in the gore of battle; though thin and lithe, the young she wolf has refused her mutation the power to bring down her strength. Born by blood a warrior, she has and will push herself, much like her mother, to become better in every aspect, learning from her and her dark sisters in the ways of her magic's use.
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history
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I was born so very long ago, squirming and useless beside my siblings.
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