&& miss fortune

[&& miss fortune]

Name ;; Miss Fortune
Gender ;; Female
Clan ;; Midnight Essence
Rank ;; Alphess
Age ;; 3 years
Short Description ;; A fiesty girl with a mind of her own, Fortune is a purebred Siberian husky "reject" with a beautiful body but a much less-than-perfect attitude.
Appearance ;; Being purebred, Fortune has a tip top figure. Her stature and physique are all more than up to par for the Siberian husky. She has a healthy jet black coat with the white in proper areas for her breed. Her shape is lithe and trim, and she performs very well physically. But just because she is pretty doesn't mean she isn't powerful too. She has plenty of muscle from being trained for the sled, and there is energy and strength in them too. Her eyes are also a key feature of hers. They are clever, deep, and a lovely shade of icy blue. Of course, we all have our flaws inside and out, and Fortune is no exception. She has gotten herself into her fair share of scuffles and tussles, most of which resulted in wounds on both sides. Numerous scars crisscross her legs and feet, and she also has a deep one running across her underbelly from an intense battle with one of her bigger brothers. However, Fortune is quite proud of her scars - she feels that they complete her, truly make her perfect. All of this outer perfection, however, doesn't seem to exist on the inside.
Personality ;; Fortune is a different kind of dog when it comes to personality. Those who have known her have described her as sour, bitter, sarcastic, and cold, all of which are true, and although they are all darker adjectives, Fortune is not a cruel being. However, she can relate to the dark, for she loves nighttime. It's easier to navigate and the overall feel is wonderful, especially midnight. Her mood is easily deciphered from her clear eyes, like chips of blue glass. She has a kind of almost twisted sense of humor and she is extremely tempermental. Even the smallest things will set her off, and sometimes she can even get violent. She's tolerated being the lowest and she won't do it anymore. She's much too stubborn and defiant for that. Now that Fortune's out on her own she's decided to make her decisions for herself - and it feels good, even though sometimes her youth may get in the way. Her legs are speedy and strong, her spirit flares high and fiery, her mind is cunning and quick, and she has the tongue to match. Fortune's soul is a little rough around the edges but really she never means much harm - just enough.
History ;; As her name suggests, Fortune has never really lived a comfortable, happy life. In fact, fortune itself seems to evade her - perhaps till now. She was born at the stroke of midnight, the runt of the litter to two champion Siberian huskies, and so from a young age she has tolerated pain and hardships. Oftentimes it was she who was kicked to the bottom, picked upon, and ultimately ignored, a fact which earned her her name from her dear loving parents. Living with that for a childhood you would think she would simply grow used to it - but instead this treatment only fueled her stubborn, headstrong side. Fortune began to welcome the solitary moments away from all the whining and bustling. She liked being alone. However, that is not in a dog's nature. As pack animals they are very social and need that factor in their life, lest they become far too antisocial and perhaps even aggressive. Her humans wouldn't allow that, not even for the runt, and so when she was a year old they began to train her for the sled, like her sire and dam before her, and her skills grew rapidly. Endurance, speed, intelligence, strength, she had it all. All but the right attitude. Fortune was always the sourpuss, the dog who snapped at the heels of others and growled whenever she felt like the humans were getting on her nerves, which was quite often. Eventually they all came to dislike her greatly, and the humans saw it as a great shame because of her immense talent. However, perhaps even more important than talent was a good attitude, something that Fortune was definitely lacking. So what was she good for?
RP Sample ;; From an equine RP

Oh wow. What a perfectly wonderful day this was.

Yes no. Yes no. Yes no,
was the response from her pillars as they struck the soft, fleshy ground at an even double beat. Her blood wasn't pure and it showed in some aspects of her physique, but at least her gaits were nice and straight and wonderful. Yes, yes. Wait - no, no. It was too bright here, too green. Wasn't it fall? That's what she'd established, and though the foundations of that weren't all that stable, even a horse like Chaony had a little something called instinct, a biological clock tick tocking away within.

Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock,
it went.

Chaony giggled under her breath, now coming in small puffs. She was tiring, but there was no reason to be. It was only a trot! That was most definitely not wonderful. The little fact frustrated the young mare a bit, and instead of slowing down as her compact body was instructing she kicked into a canter, a spray of dull brown earth flipping up behind her, entangling itself the lowest portions of her ribbons, caking in upon the bottoms of her heels.

Yes no yes. Yes no yes. Yes no yes
went her daggers.

Tick tock tick. Tick tock tick. Tick tock tick
went her heart.

And suddenly she stopped, slipping and sliding on the emerald stuff beneath her feet, a wild whinny escaping from her larynx. Where was he? He had been here just a minute ago! And now he was nowhere! Dark orbs stretched as wide as the blossoms in springtime, their lavendar tints flashing in the uncharacteristically brighter sunshine of the autumn season. The fae snorted and tossed her head, optics rolling and scanning and searching all round for him, but he was not in sight. She danced and pranced and whirled on the spot, hunting the brute. It wasn't until she collided from behind with another being, another of the warm pelt, the long legs, the wonderful spirits of freedom, that she managed to somewhat regain herself long enough to communicate her concerns. Whipping around, pendulum snapping against her own hide, she spoke.

"Have you seen him? Where is he? I've lost him and I can't find him!"

Her tones started out hysterical, but they managed to gradually heighten in emotion until the tears formed in the corners of her eyes, glistening with the reflected violet light of her lanterns. The vix pawed the earth, distraught finally giving way to despair.

"Help,"

She murmured thickly, tiara now dropping low to snatch aimlessly at the green tendrils that tickled against her hocks. A single tear dropped onto the plants, and her hopelessness gave way to more anger. Crania drew up in a flash and she eyed the mare she had spoken to with a subtle suspicion.

"Do you know where he is or not?"

As she gazed at her fellow with a scrutinzing air, her fury began to fade. How would this mare know? It was her own fault she had bumped into her. If she hadn't gotten so worried...but he was lost! Where was he?

Oh, how had this day become so completely not wonderful?

[.:||Ceres||:.]

Very much accepted.

[&& miss fortune]

You're staff...?

[.:||Ceres||:.]

Whoops. This is a secondary account of Whisper.

[&& miss fortune]

Gotcha =3 Thankies!