Sharak of Black Fang

[sharak]

Name:

Sharak

Nickname:

Sharak

Age:

23

What sort of animal do you shift into:

Wolf

Shifter type:

Full shifter

Animal description:

Eyes that were a pale platinum color, piercing and hard to look free of. Her pelt, plush and reminiscent of silk was pitch black and bore reminiscence of raven's feathers with how the light reflected colors off of it. Her build was tall but femininely muscular and brawny. Upon her chest was the slash scar from where a katana brushed her flesh. Her right eye bearing a scar over it from another blade having caught her in another battle. Within her left shoulder are two scarred spots that are from where she took too bullet rounds during the battle of Warpath as well. Yet most of these scars, except for the one along her eye and chest, are well hidden beneath her plush pelt.

Physical description:

Standing only at 5 ft 4, she's not a very tall woman, yet she was easily seen to be femininely muscular and a well built woman with caramel skin and dark brown eyes. About her neck is found to be a white gold chain with a ring looped upon it and common attire for her are bootcut jeans, a t-shirt and a hoodie of sorts. She walks with a kind of confidence that is purely casual and natural.

Fears:

- Letting others close -

Likes:

- Ahleon
- Running
- Hunting
- Singing
- Dancing
- Exploring
- Hearing music

Dislikes:

- Being controlled
- being looked down upon
- Intimacy
- Being stared at by males or anyone in general
- children or pups
- Continuously rainy days
- Flirtatious females

Special talents:

- Healing
- Tracking
- DJing

History:

- Her birth
- How she slew her mother Koru to take over the pack
- Recruiting wolves from CA, DC, RC, and 321 as well as forums for the pack
- Befriending noobs, teaching them how to roleplay
- Meeting Miyu
- Hunting Miyu
- Going after Sible and other packs that tried to hone in on her turf.
- Gaining her daughter DK
- Fighting against Malicious and gaining the slash along her chest
- Getting a Katana to the face by Ryan Hughes
- Fighting against Warpath and gaining her bullets
- Disappearing for 3 years
- returning, only to find the handsome black jaguar known to her as Ahleon
- Becoming Ahleon's mate
- Leaving Black Fang territory to live with Ahleon in his jungle paradise
- Happily ever after?
- Forever came too soon... Ahleon's death 10-29-2011
- Living on her own

Anything else:

I'll fill it in as I see it.

Rp example:

< She pressed a lingering kiss against her beloved's nape, nuzzling it before she pulled away from him and simply drifted into her wolfen form, climbing down from the bed as she rounded the corner of the bed and wandered past him and out of the bedroom. Down the hall she walked, gazing towards the backyard where the pool lay. Entering the living room she halted, looking towards the window that lead to the front of the house. She stared at the door for a prolonged moment and eventually moved onwards to the backyard, pawing the door open only to slip out and wander the cobblestones and into the labyrinth within the gardens beyond the pool.

It was dark, but looking up into the skies she could see the stars. Onwards she moved through the labyrinth's path until she was at its center where a stone bench was. She climbed up onto it and lay down, skull laying over her paws as she stared down into the waters of a fountain that wasn't all that far from her; only five feet or so.

Looking into those waters she saw the reflection of the beautiful statue above it and found herself lost in thoughts. Most people may think that animals can't think for themselves, but in her case she had a mind full of thoughts and contemplations that she wished weren't there to begin with. It was like this every day whenever she was on her own, leaving her vulnerable to the only thing she hated more than anything in life. Herself. Eventually, the obsidian duchess wandered free of the bench she'd been sprawled out upon and slipped up onto the bench-like edge of the fountain, reclining her haunches to lay upon its cool stone as she now took a look into those waters and upon her own reflection.

Dark but luminescent those pools were as she completely lost herself in their texture, the movement of them, what they kept hidden at their bottom and the fact that her reflection was held captive within them. Staring upon the pools she saw before her a rather grand looking wolf that bore the scars of her life written all over her like an immortal story for all to see. She narrowed her eyes as she looked into the reflection of her face, noticing that while half of it was clear for all to see, half of it couldn't be seen; the reflection remained incomplete and clouded.

Ears of black velvet crept back along her skull as she noticed this and her pelt shifted, rippling with the shudder of muscles that were hidden beneath her dark canvas and she was cold. Curling her tail about her hind legs she then canted her skull back and looked up into the stars, simply scouring the heavens as if they held the answers she sought. Yet like every other time, they refused to tell her anything and left her alone.

Eventually she turned down from the stone seat she'd found herself upon and wandered right back into the path that brought her back to the house, wandering up its stairs only to slink back inside and use a hind paw toslide the door behind her closed once more. She wandered down the hall to their room and paused at the doorway, nose found twitching as she looked about and drew in what washer beloved's scent.

[sharak]

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[Sybil]

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