Name: Temari Eos
Age: 30 years in werewolf but appears to be 22-23
Gender: Female
Requested Rank: Warrior
Pack: Eternal Darkness
Human Photo:
Wolf Photo:
Joining Keys: Joining keys have been removed... blah blah blah.... ~Ze Evil Alphess
Summary: The night she had been bitten was the night Hell had taken over...at least in her mind it had. The night had been dark and the crescent moon hanging high in the sky while she was walking to her home. How she had never heard the beast coming she would never know until discovering for herself what it meant to hunt a prey, but by the time she had realized what was happening it was too late. She had been bitten by the beast of the night. A werewolf. Temari would never understand why the creature had let her live that night, yet no matter what the reason was; she was forever grateful.
Her first time changing was a terrifying experience to handle by herself, yet she had no one to help her, choosing to stay alone then to try and gain help. Hiding in the basement in at her home in the city had proven difficult when the need to change came around. Yet she kept herself safe for the time being, wanting to have complete control of her wolf before even thinking of leaving her home. Being a human that was one thing she took pride of, having control over her emotions and body. Being turned had taken that away from her yet she took it day by day until months and then years had gone by and then she finally did it.
Standing at five feet six inches Temari weighs around 115 pounds in her human form. Her long carmel color hair usually hung in natural waves down her back, seeming bright against her tanned skin and making her honey golden eyes seem all the more feral. In her wolf form she stood at seven feet, her coat a soft shade of cream orange and white, her golden orbs burning brightly in her wolf form. In both her human and wolf form she was lean and built for speed, while in her human form she enjoyed running whenever she got the chance and when in her wolf form it made for an ideal hunting, for if she was faster then her prey then she could not go hungry.
Having been an orphan before being turned, Temari has no true feelings towards a family, since she never had one before. She had always been fine on her own before yet after being turned the need for something always pulled at her mind, demanding something of her that she didn't know if she could do. She had passed by a few of her kind before but never had she actually interacted with another werewolf before. What would she say? What would she do? The very thought of a pack sent her wolf into a spiral of whines and snarls, clearly the wolf was frustrated with the human part of her for wanting to stay alone. Yet could she deny what a very large part of her demanded?
Example Post: It was cold. Cold and wet and dark, the moon hung high out in the forest outside the small city. Covered in only a pair of baggy sweatpants, a lose black t-shirt and grey tennis shoes, Temari was freezing, even with her extra body heat to help fend away the elements it didn't stop the shivers from rolling down her arms and back. Pushing her body to go faster she followed the trail at a dead run, amber eyes reflecting what little light the moon provided as she saw what lay before her as clear as it would be in daylight. Hearing the nocturnal creatures around her come to life and flee away from her made a growl erupt from her throat as her wolf came to attention at the sound of prey running. They shouldn't run from her. Well actually they should, she was after all the creature to be feared in the woods at night, yet also a being to fear during the day. A big bad wolf in the body of a blonde hair, honey orb girl.
Narrowing her eyes she tried to shove her wolf out of her mind, wanting one night to just enjoy to rush of running, she knew the danger that came with denying her wild side for too long, yet usually a long run settled the creature and she was able to be free until it grew restless again. Yet tonight the wolf would not quiet down in her mind, whining and barking in the darkness of her mind, she wanted out. Weaving in and out of trees and leaping over bushes she released a puff of air before picking up more speed, eyes narrowed in concentration at the large overturned tree that had fallen over and prepared her muscles before she dived over and within mid leap had changed from girl to wolf with a large snarl bursting from her powerful jaws.
Moving on four legs was a lot better than being on two, being able to cover more ground easier. Orange auds pitched forwards and golden orbs staring straight ahead at what caught her attention, a deer. Black lips pulled back into a sinister canine grin as she broke into an even faster run, seeming to be a blur in the darkness. The poor innocent creature didn't stand a chance at fleeing for Temari caught up to it in a matter of seconds, deadly pearly white fangs snapping the does back with a firm clamping of her powerful jaws. She was larger, fast and smarter than the average wolf. The first taste of blood made her instincts sing with victory as a loud, high pitched howl broke out of her muzzle and traveled across the air before she began to tear open the dead doe.
Age: 30 years in werewolf but appears to be 22-23
Gender: Female
Requested Rank: Warrior
Pack: Eternal Darkness
Human Photo:
Wolf Photo:
Joining Keys: Joining keys have been removed... blah blah blah.... ~Ze Evil Alphess
Summary: The night she had been bitten was the night Hell had taken over...at least in her mind it had. The night had been dark and the crescent moon hanging high in the sky while she was walking to her home. How she had never heard the beast coming she would never know until discovering for herself what it meant to hunt a prey, but by the time she had realized what was happening it was too late. She had been bitten by the beast of the night. A werewolf. Temari would never understand why the creature had let her live that night, yet no matter what the reason was; she was forever grateful.
Her first time changing was a terrifying experience to handle by herself, yet she had no one to help her, choosing to stay alone then to try and gain help. Hiding in the basement in at her home in the city had proven difficult when the need to change came around. Yet she kept herself safe for the time being, wanting to have complete control of her wolf before even thinking of leaving her home. Being a human that was one thing she took pride of, having control over her emotions and body. Being turned had taken that away from her yet she took it day by day until months and then years had gone by and then she finally did it.
Standing at five feet six inches Temari weighs around 115 pounds in her human form. Her long carmel color hair usually hung in natural waves down her back, seeming bright against her tanned skin and making her honey golden eyes seem all the more feral. In her wolf form she stood at seven feet, her coat a soft shade of cream orange and white, her golden orbs burning brightly in her wolf form. In both her human and wolf form she was lean and built for speed, while in her human form she enjoyed running whenever she got the chance and when in her wolf form it made for an ideal hunting, for if she was faster then her prey then she could not go hungry.
Having been an orphan before being turned, Temari has no true feelings towards a family, since she never had one before. She had always been fine on her own before yet after being turned the need for something always pulled at her mind, demanding something of her that she didn't know if she could do. She had passed by a few of her kind before but never had she actually interacted with another werewolf before. What would she say? What would she do? The very thought of a pack sent her wolf into a spiral of whines and snarls, clearly the wolf was frustrated with the human part of her for wanting to stay alone. Yet could she deny what a very large part of her demanded?
Example Post: It was cold. Cold and wet and dark, the moon hung high out in the forest outside the small city. Covered in only a pair of baggy sweatpants, a lose black t-shirt and grey tennis shoes, Temari was freezing, even with her extra body heat to help fend away the elements it didn't stop the shivers from rolling down her arms and back. Pushing her body to go faster she followed the trail at a dead run, amber eyes reflecting what little light the moon provided as she saw what lay before her as clear as it would be in daylight. Hearing the nocturnal creatures around her come to life and flee away from her made a growl erupt from her throat as her wolf came to attention at the sound of prey running. They shouldn't run from her. Well actually they should, she was after all the creature to be feared in the woods at night, yet also a being to fear during the day. A big bad wolf in the body of a blonde hair, honey orb girl.
Narrowing her eyes she tried to shove her wolf out of her mind, wanting one night to just enjoy to rush of running, she knew the danger that came with denying her wild side for too long, yet usually a long run settled the creature and she was able to be free until it grew restless again. Yet tonight the wolf would not quiet down in her mind, whining and barking in the darkness of her mind, she wanted out. Weaving in and out of trees and leaping over bushes she released a puff of air before picking up more speed, eyes narrowed in concentration at the large overturned tree that had fallen over and prepared her muscles before she dived over and within mid leap had changed from girl to wolf with a large snarl bursting from her powerful jaws.
Moving on four legs was a lot better than being on two, being able to cover more ground easier. Orange auds pitched forwards and golden orbs staring straight ahead at what caught her attention, a deer. Black lips pulled back into a sinister canine grin as she broke into an even faster run, seeming to be a blur in the darkness. The poor innocent creature didn't stand a chance at fleeing for Temari caught up to it in a matter of seconds, deadly pearly white fangs snapping the does back with a firm clamping of her powerful jaws. She was larger, fast and smarter than the average wolf. The first taste of blood made her instincts sing with victory as a loud, high pitched howl broke out of her muzzle and traveled across the air before she began to tear open the dead doe.
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