Post by Aloree on Oct 3, 2005 13:20:21 GMT -5
Name: Iliah Kirte'
Species (Look under Rules for accepted species): 1/2 Husky, 1/4 Malamute, 1/4 Maned Dire Wolf
Gender: Female
Age: 3 Years
Height: 2'7
Weight: 97 lbs
Mate: None
Pups: None
Sire: Wolf
Dam: Fem
History (Not Required): A fem sled dog cowered at the back of her pen, while five males crowded around it. Indeed, she was in heat, the scent alluring to all of them. All the males continued to try and hop over the barbed wire, with a couple finally suceeding. They advanced towards the fem, their intentions plainly read in their orbs. A couple more made it over the barbed wire, the last one, a runt, giving up and retreating back to his own pen. They advanced towards her also, their intentions the same. The fem darted from her corner, to the middle of the pen, to try and not be cornered so easily. A chase ensued, with the four males finally cornering her. As they closed in, a loud thud was heard, followed by a snarl, then howl. Whirling around, all five of the sled dogs layed orbs on a large Wolf, who was glaring at the four smaller males. He too, had scented the fem's estrus. The sled dogs, figuring they could outnumber this single wolf, advanced towards him. The fem saw her chance, and dashed away, hopping the barbed wire and escaping into the forest. The Wolf, his intentions suceeded, whirled around and followed her.
~*~
The fem stopped, panting, in the middle of the forest, taking refuge under the shade of a large oak tree. Soon, the sound of large paws thudding against the foliage was heard, and the fem turned to see the Wolf from before. She whined at him, thanking him for his rescue, but the Wolf had other ideas of her repayment in mind. He advanced towards her, and the fem relaized what he wanted. However, he seemed charming enough, and he had saved her from rape. She nodded, and permitted him.
~*~
Two months later, the fem lay in a small den, watching her four whelps nurse. She ran tongue over each of them lovingly, then looked up at the soft thud of large mitts against the den floor. A growl rose from her throat, but the Wolf did not linger, merely set the rabbit meat by his mate and turned tail, leaving the den. She scarfed down the food quickly, her first meal in ages. Food was becoming scarce, and she hadn't eaten in a week. If she didn't eat, her pups didn't nurse, and they died. That couldn't happen.
~*~
The pups grew from pups to yearlings, with the Wolf teaching them how to hunt and survive, how and when to travel, how to fight, what smells meant what. However, at that ripe age of being a yearling, the Wolf shunted them away from their home, the Fem inside the den once more, birthing pups again. The four yearlings set out, surviving by the Wolf's teachings, and depending apon each other.
~*~
They grew another year, but continued to travel together, though they all searched for a pack now. Finally, they found one of which was big already but seeking new blood, and joined it's ranks. Two of the litter departed, saying they wished not to be in this pack anymore, wanting to be a loner, or start their own pack, instead. The other two, sisters, lived happily and healthy, until one night...
~*~
An enemy pack, even bigger and stronger than their own pack, attacked. The two littermates fought bravely, but the 3rd oldest of her litter watched her younger sister die bravely. She fled as her packs' numbers dwindled with every second, fled into a world unknown to her...
Furc. (Character) Description: Dark and light hued fem pad through the wintery lands of the arctic, scenting about in a puzzled way of her own. Top of her was a medium grey hue, bottom of her a pure alabaster hue. Orbs were a stunning hazel color, with a touch more light green than normal, shining pure 'gainst alabaster background of face.
Questions
What Staff Position are you looking for?: I'm looking to help make sure that the rules of the dream are followed, so as a rule upkeeper I s'pose.
How long have you been on furcadia? I'd hazard a guess at around a year.
How many hours are you on furcadia each day? Monday through thursday, I'm on from 4:30 to 9:50 PM, Friday from 4:30 to 12(about) PM, Saturday from 9 AM to 11 PM, Sunday from 9 AM to 9:50 PM.
Which days are you on? Everyday.
Have you ever worked in a dream, and if so list your previous jobs. Yes, I have, I worked in a build-a-home as co-owner.
Why should we hire you? (Write 30 words or more.) I have experience in making sure people follow the rules, but doing it fairly and in a non-biased way. I can listen to both sides of a debate and consider fairly, I know when things are out of my hands and when I can handle it.
Roleplay Post (Make sure to make it three lines or longer.): Iliah Kirte' padded 'pon overly-large mitts through the snow, snout in the air, scenting out humans and canines, smelling no wolf scent whatsoever. This stretch of arctic was odd in that way, every other place she had been was putrid in the scent of wolf. Then again, she never stayed in one place for too long, for the pure bred wolves shunted this quarter wolf from their lives. She hadn't found a pack, nor a home with humans, shunted from that life by, once again, her quarter wolf. Why did it have to be my parents that crossbred? she wondered hopelessly. She had no home, no home wanted her.
Species (Look under Rules for accepted species): 1/2 Husky, 1/4 Malamute, 1/4 Maned Dire Wolf
Gender: Female
Age: 3 Years
Height: 2'7
Weight: 97 lbs
Mate: None
Pups: None
Sire: Wolf
Dam: Fem
History (Not Required): A fem sled dog cowered at the back of her pen, while five males crowded around it. Indeed, she was in heat, the scent alluring to all of them. All the males continued to try and hop over the barbed wire, with a couple finally suceeding. They advanced towards the fem, their intentions plainly read in their orbs. A couple more made it over the barbed wire, the last one, a runt, giving up and retreating back to his own pen. They advanced towards her also, their intentions the same. The fem darted from her corner, to the middle of the pen, to try and not be cornered so easily. A chase ensued, with the four males finally cornering her. As they closed in, a loud thud was heard, followed by a snarl, then howl. Whirling around, all five of the sled dogs layed orbs on a large Wolf, who was glaring at the four smaller males. He too, had scented the fem's estrus. The sled dogs, figuring they could outnumber this single wolf, advanced towards him. The fem saw her chance, and dashed away, hopping the barbed wire and escaping into the forest. The Wolf, his intentions suceeded, whirled around and followed her.
~*~
The fem stopped, panting, in the middle of the forest, taking refuge under the shade of a large oak tree. Soon, the sound of large paws thudding against the foliage was heard, and the fem turned to see the Wolf from before. She whined at him, thanking him for his rescue, but the Wolf had other ideas of her repayment in mind. He advanced towards her, and the fem relaized what he wanted. However, he seemed charming enough, and he had saved her from rape. She nodded, and permitted him.
~*~
Two months later, the fem lay in a small den, watching her four whelps nurse. She ran tongue over each of them lovingly, then looked up at the soft thud of large mitts against the den floor. A growl rose from her throat, but the Wolf did not linger, merely set the rabbit meat by his mate and turned tail, leaving the den. She scarfed down the food quickly, her first meal in ages. Food was becoming scarce, and she hadn't eaten in a week. If she didn't eat, her pups didn't nurse, and they died. That couldn't happen.
~*~
The pups grew from pups to yearlings, with the Wolf teaching them how to hunt and survive, how and when to travel, how to fight, what smells meant what. However, at that ripe age of being a yearling, the Wolf shunted them away from their home, the Fem inside the den once more, birthing pups again. The four yearlings set out, surviving by the Wolf's teachings, and depending apon each other.
~*~
They grew another year, but continued to travel together, though they all searched for a pack now. Finally, they found one of which was big already but seeking new blood, and joined it's ranks. Two of the litter departed, saying they wished not to be in this pack anymore, wanting to be a loner, or start their own pack, instead. The other two, sisters, lived happily and healthy, until one night...
~*~
An enemy pack, even bigger and stronger than their own pack, attacked. The two littermates fought bravely, but the 3rd oldest of her litter watched her younger sister die bravely. She fled as her packs' numbers dwindled with every second, fled into a world unknown to her...
Furc. (Character) Description: Dark and light hued fem pad through the wintery lands of the arctic, scenting about in a puzzled way of her own. Top of her was a medium grey hue, bottom of her a pure alabaster hue. Orbs were a stunning hazel color, with a touch more light green than normal, shining pure 'gainst alabaster background of face.
Questions
What Staff Position are you looking for?: I'm looking to help make sure that the rules of the dream are followed, so as a rule upkeeper I s'pose.
How long have you been on furcadia? I'd hazard a guess at around a year.
How many hours are you on furcadia each day? Monday through thursday, I'm on from 4:30 to 9:50 PM, Friday from 4:30 to 12(about) PM, Saturday from 9 AM to 11 PM, Sunday from 9 AM to 9:50 PM.
Which days are you on? Everyday.
Have you ever worked in a dream, and if so list your previous jobs. Yes, I have, I worked in a build-a-home as co-owner.
Why should we hire you? (Write 30 words or more.) I have experience in making sure people follow the rules, but doing it fairly and in a non-biased way. I can listen to both sides of a debate and consider fairly, I know when things are out of my hands and when I can handle it.
Roleplay Post (Make sure to make it three lines or longer.): Iliah Kirte' padded 'pon overly-large mitts through the snow, snout in the air, scenting out humans and canines, smelling no wolf scent whatsoever. This stretch of arctic was odd in that way, every other place she had been was putrid in the scent of wolf. Then again, she never stayed in one place for too long, for the pure bred wolves shunted this quarter wolf from their lives. She hadn't found a pack, nor a home with humans, shunted from that life by, once again, her quarter wolf. Why did it have to be my parents that crossbred? she wondered hopelessly. She had no home, no home wanted her.
