07-31-2018, 02:00 PM
/breathes,,,,, i'm so rusty pls forgive me if it is bad
She walked as if the wet and dirty world beneath her paws wasn't there, and instead it was if she was simply trotting through air. Her thin frame moved through the dense brush with little difficulty, as if the female was merely floating. Only occasionally would a branch, or some other piece of darker vegetation, catch her – forcing the girl to tug herself loose, breaking the beauty of whatever dance she was performing by simply moving forwards. This was no place for a pretty girl like her, by any means. However, Quinn wasn't necessarily who she appeared to be through and through. Her innocent pale green eyes were mostly glassed over in a daze. Though, if studied – the wolf's eyes appeared determined as if – she was set on a goal. She enjoyed putting on shows and enjoyed the illusions she could portray. To most, she appeared as the pretty, innocent girl – as the timber wolf was both indeed youthful-looking and beautiful at the age of only twelve moons. She was pretty, Quinn knew that herself, but the word innocent could be examined on whether it was fully truthful or not. Her heart was a mix of something pure, as Quinn was quite caring and – kind. However, her entire being wasn't filled with just that. Lust, the need for a degree of perfection, and some sort of want for power all stirred in her head.
She was a white rose, so beautiful that many would forget the sharp thorns on the stem when they moved to pick her up.
The reasons to why Quinn wanted to finally join a group – especially Tanglewood, in particular, were multiple. While sharp on the tongue at times, the female was no strong warrior. She needed protection, as in the past she had let others do the dirty work for her. There were other factors to that, but loneliness was also one. Quinn was not someone who wanted to spend so much time alone, she needed others for her own reasons. The canine would finally slow to a halt, sensing the after having lifted her head in a more elegant manner in order to taste the air. She acted as if there was always someone watching, after all. The stench hit her so abruptly, she would close her eyes enough to make her muzzle wrinkle. This was it. After a prolonged pause, the female would part her jaws and speak – her voice matched her appearance in the way that it was glassed over and mostly soft, but still sharp around the edges.
"Hello?" Her voice cut cleanly through the sticky air, as a humid breeze wrapped itself around her neck. "I'd like to see about joining Tanglewood. I go by Quinn." Her mouth curved into a softer smile, as she dipped her head slightly – glassy eyes turning almost hungry for some sort of attention.
She walked as if the wet and dirty world beneath her paws wasn't there, and instead it was if she was simply trotting through air. Her thin frame moved through the dense brush with little difficulty, as if the female was merely floating. Only occasionally would a branch, or some other piece of darker vegetation, catch her – forcing the girl to tug herself loose, breaking the beauty of whatever dance she was performing by simply moving forwards. This was no place for a pretty girl like her, by any means. However, Quinn wasn't necessarily who she appeared to be through and through. Her innocent pale green eyes were mostly glassed over in a daze. Though, if studied – the wolf's eyes appeared determined as if – she was set on a goal. She enjoyed putting on shows and enjoyed the illusions she could portray. To most, she appeared as the pretty, innocent girl – as the timber wolf was both indeed youthful-looking and beautiful at the age of only twelve moons. She was pretty, Quinn knew that herself, but the word innocent could be examined on whether it was fully truthful or not. Her heart was a mix of something pure, as Quinn was quite caring and – kind. However, her entire being wasn't filled with just that. Lust, the need for a degree of perfection, and some sort of want for power all stirred in her head.
She was a white rose, so beautiful that many would forget the sharp thorns on the stem when they moved to pick her up.
The reasons to why Quinn wanted to finally join a group – especially Tanglewood, in particular, were multiple. While sharp on the tongue at times, the female was no strong warrior. She needed protection, as in the past she had let others do the dirty work for her. There were other factors to that, but loneliness was also one. Quinn was not someone who wanted to spend so much time alone, she needed others for her own reasons. The canine would finally slow to a halt, sensing the after having lifted her head in a more elegant manner in order to taste the air. She acted as if there was always someone watching, after all. The stench hit her so abruptly, she would close her eyes enough to make her muzzle wrinkle. This was it. After a prolonged pause, the female would part her jaws and speak – her voice matched her appearance in the way that it was glassed over and mostly soft, but still sharp around the edges.
"Hello?" Her voice cut cleanly through the sticky air, as a humid breeze wrapped itself around her neck. "I'd like to see about joining Tanglewood. I go by Quinn." Her mouth curved into a softer smile, as she dipped her head slightly – glassy eyes turning almost hungry for some sort of attention.
heart made of glass
QUINN - TANGLEWOOD - WHITE & GRAY WOLF - FEMALE - ROGUE
mind made of stone