Amarianaii *

[larka]

Name:

Amarianaii

Age:

Four years

Gender:

She-wolf

Personality:

Amarii is overall, a sweet and easy-going character. She is kind and pure of heart, and was born without a mean bone in her body. She was taught to be a good listener, to give her opinion when asked, and to be respectful. She is always open to give advice, and tries to befriend everyone she runs into. However, simply because she is nice does not mean she is naive- of all things. Amarii knows a 'bad' wolf when she sees one. She knows how to handle herself if she gets into tough situations. Though she tries to see the good in everyone and everything, this may also be her weakest point.

Looks:

Amarianaii is a very..uniquely colored wolf. Her blood is that of a Himalayan, yet her patches of yellow and silver would not tell the same story. The majority of her body is an odd, dull-yellow color, like that of a faded sunflower. Silvery tufts of fur sprout at random, while she has lines of snow-white around her paws and head. Her belly is a cream color, and she has gray-blue eyes. Amarii is a small, scrawny wolf with thick, shaggy fur.

History:

Amarii was born in the Kingdom, her parents were both great hunters. They taught her the ways of the wolf and how to be a respectable part of society. They were both killed in a freak accident hunting party however, when she was rather young. Amarii took everything they ever said and taught to heart, and is working on becoming an honorable wolf for her King and those around her. Her loyalties lie solely with those who believe Javon is innocent of all rumors.

Picture:

Were you referred by someone?: Negative.

Roleplay sample:

The heat was always unforgiving. There were clouds, the sky was bright blue. But the sun beat down relentlessly, it's rays poking through everyone and everything that could complain about it. If you were smart, you stayed indoors with the air conditioner cranked up, or you spent the day relaxing in a pool. But if you were a rider, you spent the horrible, hot and sticky days outdoors. In a saddle, mucking stalls, training and working. Larka didn't like it. She loved it.

Today, she had been working long hours on the grounds. She didn't have a steady job yet, and had offered to help set up a little course and time training sessions for a little extra cash. Her last few days had been interesting. She'd gone from horseless, jobless, and bored to owning her first stallion in ages, and still jobless. But much less bored, of course. Now, Larka was patiently leading Caelan on a worn green rope. She had just handed over the money for him yesterday, and had decided to devote most of her time to working with him, to build a trust bond first and foremost.

When she had met the bay boy, he had been skittish and un-trusting. He had even bitten the groomer. But he had warmed up to her enough for her to touch him a couple of times. Larka looked over her shoulder, green eyes falling on the beautiful horse. She was moving slowly, going whatever pace he chose. Beads of sweat dotted her forehead, making her long for a huge glass of lemonade. "The summers around here get unbearable." She spoke quietly to Caelan, making small talk. A one-sided conversation.

A loud clang startled Larka, making her jump with a split second cry of surprise. Snapping her head to the left, her jaw dropped. A horse of insane wonder had tried picking a fight with the stands, for something along those lines. It appeared to have startled itself, jumping away quite quickly. It then entered the arena she had earlier worked in, making itself comfortable in the sand. "Uh..huh. C'mon Cae, let's check it out." Larka tugged slightly at the green rope attached to Caelan's bridle, heading in the direction of the arena.

From Hunter Creek. <33