Character Full Name: Isolda Ericady - Bridges Discord User: basilisk#4390 Approx. Age Of Character: 3-4 Years Desired Character Rank: Fighter Roleplay Sample:
The wind howled. It screamed and wailed, clawed hands ripping at trees, tugging viciously at fur as if it wished to remove the very skin from ones bones and crawl into it, to wrap itself in still warm blood; as if wearing the appearance of a being would make it less of a monster. A wolf within sheep's clothing, so to speak. It softened then; the howls becoming whines, the wails whispers. The screams turned to song, voices so soft and gentle one could forget the savagery that lay just beyond.
Clouds, deep and dark, forewarning an incoming storm, would hang overhead. The skies once light turned black; the winds no longer sang. All remained still for but a moment.
Isolda watched. Gaze lidded, bones heavy. Sleep evaded and thoughts writhed. Dark whispers of desires would float, curling, clawing against her mind. A twitch of her lip, distaste, warned them away. Red hues would blink, paws crunching over dead leaves while long limbs, slender and lean, carried a compact body with ease. Birds chirped, silenced; a predator was abound. Isolda hadn't bothered to walk quietly, nor did she care to keep her scent away from prying noses. She wasn't hunting.
She had no need to hide.
A deep inhale, eyes alight with familiarity. Who would have guessed? She hadn't sought out family; she had left them as soon as she could Alas here she was, a familiar scent upon her nasal cavities, calling, luring her closer- she followed the call. Light eyes would shift over the landscape, searching for a pelt similar to her own, the bear-like figure of her sire would be hard to miss, no doubt. She wondered if her siblings still followed him around like the useless whelps they were, or had they too flown the nest? Amusement curled in her chest.
Birds. That's all they were, really. Useless, harmless, no other use than to fill her belly and curb her desires. Half of her hoped they had remained, the other half would be pleased of their departure. Perhaps they would be rotting in a ditch somewhere. The thought had her lips curling, ivories flashing.
Now then, where was her sire?
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