Post by Gina on Apr 25, 2006 17:59:56 GMT -5
ooc:For all StarWinders and Kerls desiring to join, and for new StarWinders aswell. 
Please try to use proper punctuation, and type you 'IC' section in third person limited point of view. Have fun!
ic:Delicate lavender blossoms blew elegantly accross the field that was the beginning of the Hunting Ground. The breeze, as small and fragile as a butterfly's wings, mussed the pastel green grass, blended with darker green and gold to create the perfect springtime scene.
A cuartet of forms, two younger and smaller than the others by their appearances, played in the field, acting like young cubs in the wonderful warmth of new spring. Their pack had been thriving for a full two years now, the toils of winter erased from their bodies and engraved into history.
The largest wolf, a dark one, had changed over the past two years since the pack started. He was covered in scars, each looking even more livid and bloody, yet they moved with gentle ease that appeared to cause no pain. His form was one that made Fenris proud, a stone carving with powerful, hard muscles. His proud muzzle was held high, his brilliantly white teeth gleaming as his lips curled into a smile when the second wolf, a marble hued one, toppled onto the ground from the impact of one of the younger ones pouncing onto her back.
She was happier than she had ever been before. She was getting to play with her pups and brother, and did not have a care in the world about the pack today. Her coat was the thickest, it never shed away, though she never seemed to be bothered by it. This one had strange colored eyes, a mixture of saphire and gold that were blended into the most natural way possible. Her tail was the highest one held, a regal, leading air to her very being. A playful growl escaped her maw, as she playfully lashed out at the one who had attacked her.
Ketlam was his name, the cub of Citali, the nephew of Glade, the brother of Loka. His form was like that of lean stone, a carving of Adonis, a handsome youth without a care. He was the most gangly one out of the cubs and his parents, never putting on much muscle or meat, though he ate as any youth should and had the strength of Fenris. His muddy eyes playfully danced as he leapt away from his mother's pawing attack, bumping into Loka, who had been sitting beside them, practicing a song she had heard in the wind.
Loka was the prettiest, with a voice of an angel and the looks of one, too. Her stride was so gracefull and dancelike that it would have broken any ballerina's heart. Her lovely blonde pelt glittered, jewellike, a beautifull, furry topaz in the world. An angered expression played on her maw momentarily at the collision between her and her brother, but it soon opened into a friendly smile, for it was almost painful for anyone watching to see her features destroyed by the ugly sneer of annoyance.
The four of them laughed as she, too, leapt into the fighting fun, and not even Wolfbane could have thought to ruin their beauty.
Please try to use proper punctuation, and type you 'IC' section in third person limited point of view. Have fun!ic:Delicate lavender blossoms blew elegantly accross the field that was the beginning of the Hunting Ground. The breeze, as small and fragile as a butterfly's wings, mussed the pastel green grass, blended with darker green and gold to create the perfect springtime scene.
A cuartet of forms, two younger and smaller than the others by their appearances, played in the field, acting like young cubs in the wonderful warmth of new spring. Their pack had been thriving for a full two years now, the toils of winter erased from their bodies and engraved into history.
The largest wolf, a dark one, had changed over the past two years since the pack started. He was covered in scars, each looking even more livid and bloody, yet they moved with gentle ease that appeared to cause no pain. His form was one that made Fenris proud, a stone carving with powerful, hard muscles. His proud muzzle was held high, his brilliantly white teeth gleaming as his lips curled into a smile when the second wolf, a marble hued one, toppled onto the ground from the impact of one of the younger ones pouncing onto her back.
She was happier than she had ever been before. She was getting to play with her pups and brother, and did not have a care in the world about the pack today. Her coat was the thickest, it never shed away, though she never seemed to be bothered by it. This one had strange colored eyes, a mixture of saphire and gold that were blended into the most natural way possible. Her tail was the highest one held, a regal, leading air to her very being. A playful growl escaped her maw, as she playfully lashed out at the one who had attacked her.
Ketlam was his name, the cub of Citali, the nephew of Glade, the brother of Loka. His form was like that of lean stone, a carving of Adonis, a handsome youth without a care. He was the most gangly one out of the cubs and his parents, never putting on much muscle or meat, though he ate as any youth should and had the strength of Fenris. His muddy eyes playfully danced as he leapt away from his mother's pawing attack, bumping into Loka, who had been sitting beside them, practicing a song she had heard in the wind.
Loka was the prettiest, with a voice of an angel and the looks of one, too. Her stride was so gracefull and dancelike that it would have broken any ballerina's heart. Her lovely blonde pelt glittered, jewellike, a beautifull, furry topaz in the world. An angered expression played on her maw momentarily at the collision between her and her brother, but it soon opened into a friendly smile, for it was almost painful for anyone watching to see her features destroyed by the ugly sneer of annoyance.
The four of them laughed as she, too, leapt into the fighting fun, and not even Wolfbane could have thought to ruin their beauty.
-giggles-
-rolls away in a hamster ball-