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Post: 54085281_4 created on Sat Sep 05, 2009 12:33 pmPosted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 12:33 pm
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ღ » Anastasia Denio
ღღღ"Today I got lost on the road of life." "Strength is no more than how well you hide your pain."
ღღღღღღღღღHow I look on the outside
How I look on the inside
ღ » However, I love to be called:
Anastasia
ღ » I blew out this many candles on my birthday:
60(but I look 20)
ღ » I just keep getting older, don't I?:
October 31
ღ » I think it's rather obvious:
Female
ღ » Don't judge me based off of something so simple:
Werewolf
ღ » I find this very amusing:
Straight
ღ » You wanted to know of my:
Long bow, twin daggers and multiple throwing knives.
ღ » My Story:
Anastasia was born in a pack, just like any other 'normal' werewolf. But unlike all the other werewolves in her pack, she was a runt. The first one in a long time. She was weak, and small, and her parents were terribly ashamed. And so Anastasia grew up, knowing she was a disappointment to her family.
But she didn't dwell on those things. She worked harder, and longer than any of the other cubs. She was always alone, but that didn't hinder her either. She became, fast. Very fast. And she could sneak around without anyone seeing her, she found it so easy! She figured she wasn't strong, but she was quick.
But when her pack mates found out about how fast she could run, how she was sneaky(for want of a better word) they called her a coyote. Made fun of her, and her parents told her if she was going to behave like a coyote, maybe she should go live with them. So Anastasia did. Sort of. She left her pack, traveled alone, and soon came upon a man, he was riding a short horse, and had a six foot long bow, that lay across his lap. He welcomed Anastasia, and told her he was a Ranger, well, and ex-Ranger. And he showed her all his secrets, and soon she was very good. Like all Rangers her skill with the bow became uncanny, deadly accurate, and devastatingly swift. And once Alan had deemed Anastasia good enough, he died. Or that's what Ana thinks. She woke up one morning, five years after she met Alan, and he was gone, just vanished. But his horse and everything he had was still there.
He had left a note, giving Ana all of his possessions, even his horse Abelard. Saying he had to go, but not explaining why, or where. So Anastasia was on her own again, looking for nothing, yet looking for everything. She was constantly moving, and never interacting with people, so she didn't know the humans were hunting herself and many others, so when one tried to flay her alive, it came as a great shock. But now she bears a scar, a big scar from her right collar bone, all the way down her arm and wrapping around her wrist.
So she travels around, constantly searching, for what, she doesn't know. But she knows to never stop, and to never trust anyone.
ღ » You want to know what I'm described as:
She's quiet, not shy, just quiet. She only speaks when she deems it necessary. Some people think she's weird, they way she can just sort of, appear. She is fairly blunt. Although when you can get into a conversation with her, she is very intelligent.
ღ » Bring them to me every day:
Her horse, Abelard
Ocean
Nighttime
A strong bow
The mottled cloak Alan left her
Being left alone
ღ » My utter pet peeves:
To many people
Loud noises
Other people being rude
ღ » Fear me, for I am:
Taiana Hanama heart
Ace stepped into the ball room, big enough for a three or four small houses, magnificently decorated, marble and tile everywhere. His eyes traveling over all the guests, trussed up, in long flowing gowns, of every color and hue, or in straight, handsome tuxedo's, elegant black, or sleek white. He paused a moment, adjusting his mask. It covered the right half of his forehead, then curved down gracefully covering his brilliant green eyes, and his long, slightly crooked nose. He really was a handsome figure, standing there with his wind blown black hair, his six foot something figured, broad shoulders. Walking to the end of the room, he proceeded to scan the room for the right someone to dance with. Not one of those women who giggle constantly, tripping over the hem of their skirts and batting there eyelashes all the time. His eyes almost passing over the small woman standing across the room from him. Ace couldn't look away. She was leaning against the marble wall, apparently transfixed with the dancers. She was simply gorgeous, with a long flowing dark blue dress, the bodice the darkest, and the train an almost powder blue . Ace slowly walked over to her, waiting for her to notice him, and when she finally did notice he was walking straight to her, her cheeks blushed a faint pink. Smiling his charming, some what flirty smile, Ace bowed low and graceful, but never breaking eye contact. Her than offered his hand to her, saying, "Hello, Madam. May I offer you a dance?" She smiled shyly, then nodded, replying, "Yes Sir, I'd be delighted." Then she took his hand. Ace smiled wider, then swept her off onto the dance floor.
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