simon // female

[azil]

SIMON

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[/b] Simon
nicknames: Si
age: four
breed: border collie
gender: female
pack or loner?: pack
if pack, which pack?: evaristus

alias: azil
age: 17
timezone: Pacific Time
read the rules: doggone
roleplay sample:
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She was aware that there was to be a great war between the Serons themselves, and although it was staged, a practice round, so to speak, the idea of a fight of even sparring qualities had enticed a good amount of interest in the girl. However, she had always been a cocky animal, and even with the summons of the warlord, was not particularly inclined to leap to her feet and march at attention to where he stood. So the babe, feeling rather comfortable in the grass in which she lay, simply settled her head back onto the turf and let loose a content sigh, rolling amicably upon the ground.
It was a while before she could be bothered to rise from her spot of laze and begin to progress towards Sero Lake with a prowling gait. Her jaws hung open with her tongue expelled and a bland look upon her scarred face, the girl's lengthy limbs striding with purpose although not haste. It was only when she spotted the last of the Seron wolves disappearing through a small tunnel hidden by a copse of foliage that the girl perked her ears with interest and slunk after the group, her shoulders hunched as she made for the passageway, a glint of interest having sparked in her eyes.

Upon reaching the other side, a vast meadow was brought to her stare, and the girl craned her head from one side to the other to allow her working eye full sight of the terrain, taking in the stream and grasses that donned that area. Satisfied that the ground was relatively flat and would be suitable for sparring with a small likelihood of any objects tripping her or the other Serons. Whisking her tail to the side and then back to its original position, the babe slunk forwards, her gaze having fallen upon the great warlord himself. When the group was approached, she offered him a toothy grin, her lips curling to reveal those canines that she would be so delighted to use.

Her attention was then gathered by the presence of her sister, to which Räv's face fell in an obviously irritated way. Even so, she strode towards the babe with a sashay in her hips, having to pick her way through the bunched Serons with little care to who she rubbed ankles with. When the girl was within striking distance of her sibling, she leaned heavily against her shoulder, the edge of her snout caressing the base of Criatura's ear. "I will kill you, sister," she purred softly, the words meant only for her ears, before the lanky wolf pivoted lithely around her hindquarters and again trudged through the crowd towards where her apprentice waited. Hoisting her tail to a more suitable height, the lass came to sit uncomfortably close to Sibyl, a toothy grin offered in her way. "Didn't I tell you that you'd see me again?" she mused, chuckling quietly before her attention fell loosely back to Torvald.

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[/b] A focused animal, it's a rare time that Simon's attention is not riveted upon the object of her desire. Because of her breed, the babe's intelligence is often made known within a short time of her meeting a new creature. While it seems as though she is outwardly friendly, Simon can be a very sly creature, falling into manipulative habits, so long as she comes out as the benefactor. The girl is, however, extremely loyal when she puts her mind to it, willing to put her life on the line for one who she has deemed worthy of such a friendship. Simon is a rather complicated creature, full of layers that are hidden beneath her exterior and are difficult to reveal, for the girl bears a shaded past that she prefers were left unknown.
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