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Application

Furcadia Name: Silvery

IC Age: 2 1/2

How long have you been RPing on Furcadia? As long as I've been playing Furc, 1-2 years

Why do you want to join Zaphari? I'm friends with both of the Alphas and most of the other members, and I love feral RPs

Desired Rank: Guardian

Describe your character: Fierce. That word perfectly described the lithe, rather short she-wolf. Long pearly claws glared menacingly from jet-black paws. Muscles rippled beneath the inky fur of her legs. Her soft belly fur was coloured the purest of ebony, the markings stretching from muzzle to tail-tip. Her pelt was a rich tawny with sharp, emotionless golden eyes peering from above a set of ready fangs. Jagged stripes of lighter fur ran down either of her flanks, a life-long reminder of a past fight. Smoky ears sat atop the she-wolf's head, complimenting her sharp features. Her left ear was ragged and hung limply down upon itself, giving her an absolutely feral disposition.


RP Post: It was a cool summer's night, extremely uncharacteristic for late August. A delicious breeze swirled around Silvery as she padded out of the den. She lifted her nose to the mouth-watering scents of the forest and her piercing yellow eyes roved the tree-line hungrily. It was a beautiful night, Silv decided, and it needn't be ruined by the scent of blood. The tawny she-wolf set off at a brisk trot into the forest. The lush, minty smell of pine enveloped her as her dark paws padded silently over the shadowed grass. Her ruined ear twitch slightly as she detected something. Turning her head so that her good ear faced the sound, she hesitated briefly before heading in that direction. The pure, clean scent of water overpowered the pine as the sound of a babbling brook filled the night air. There was a break in the trees just ahead, Silv noted as she picked up her pace. The she-wolf emerged into a small, shadowy clearing. A glistening stream ran through the heart of it. A large boulder sat on the bank, unperturbed by the lapping current of the water. Silv climbed up to rest atop the rock. She sat, wrapping her ink-tipped tail about her legs. She lifted her muzzle towards the sky, noting that the next night would be a full moon. Silvery closed her eyes, and with her nose to the moon, she howled the song of her pack.

dusk your application is accepted welcome to the pack [LMAO couldent help myself it had to be said ]