Fog Valley Canons...}}

[[ Prophecy ]]

[ Finally auditioning for Bullet. I may change her appearance a bit from the picture, and as for the no-pain thing, I already ran it past you, Para. C: ]


It was a chilly morning, not that Bullet minded of course, with a cold sun blaring over the trees in a barren blue sky. It was quiet, as it should be. Other wolves were likely to be doing their duties, out and about rather than bothering her. She didn't mind being alone, though. Usually she even preferred it to being in others' company. She only really enjoyed the company of a few close friends, and even then it could be emotionally draining. No, she was very much a loner.

The tangy, almost metallic scent of blood danced across her senses, drawing her eyes downward, toward her paws. She noticed that the ragged fur on her paw was starting to cake with blood. Dipping her head to sniff it, she realized somehow she'd cut her paw. It was more than a thorn stuck in the skin, but nothing serious. It would have caused most wolves discomfort, but not Bullet. She didn't feel a thing of the small wound. In fact, she didn't feel pain at all. Even hunger and fatigue were dimmed to her senses. It was handy; she could push herself in a fight farther than any normal wolf. However, she had to be careful, too. She could easily push herself too far since she couldn't judge her limits. If she did in fact push herself farther than her body could handle, her body could very well just collapse and she would die.

Bullet snorted, and licked at the wound roughly a couple of times before abandoning the idea. She would live, it would heal itself in a little while. There was no need to get upset over a little scratch. She was a big, strong girl, and no little, tiny cut would stop her. It was usually this attitude, gruff and tough, along with her masculine looks and rough voice that misled people to think she was a male. She was a male, in her mind. A male unfortunate enough to be trapped in a female's body. Most wolves thought this odd, that she was mentally another gender than her body proved. Some wolves didn't even know she was really a female.

There were also rumors about Bullet. Most of them spawned because she avoided most social interactions and preferred to be by herself. Also, not being able to feel pain probably didn't help her cause. Most thought it was quite freaky, in fact. And last but not least was the fact that she was mentally a male, but a female in reality (despite looking much like a male, as well). Really, she could care less about these rumors, and she didn't think much of them. Wolves could think what they wanted about her and she didn't mind. Even when they stopped talking as she passed by did she not care. Whatever they said about her was unimportant in her mind.

One of the most pressing rumors was that she was a lesbian. Bullet hadn't confirmed whether it was true or false, however. She would only smile slightly and shake her head absentmindedly when someone inquired about it.

Bullet shook out her unkempt fur, then looked toward the sky. The sun wasn't quite directly above her, so she knew it was still before midday. She figured she should eat something, even though she didn't feel hungry. She also decided she'd go to the stream for something to drink.

Turning, Bullet headed downhill slightly, to where she knew there would be stream. She figured it would be easier to hunt by the water, because then she wouldn't need to go to two different places. It proved to be a good choice, because by the water there were several ducks. Bullet made quick work of them, and within minutes she was settled by the edge of the water, a nice duck clamped firmly under her paws., its body still warm. In a few ravenous bites, she ate half of it, and with another few all that was left was feathers and bones, maybe a few scraps still remaining stuck to the bloody, white skeleton. Roughly, Bullet go to her paws and stood over the water. She leaned her head down to lap up some of it. It rushed over her tongue, cool and slick.

Her reflection showed that she had feathers plastered to her muzzle with the blood of her meal. It wasn't attractive, but Bullet didn't care enough about her appearance to wash it off. At least, not at the moment. It would probably get bothersome in a little while, and that's when she would do something about it. But not now. Now she'd go do something worth her time, though that wasn't much nowadays. Usually she just wandered around or worked with training the younger wolves, and some dogs, of the pack. She was quite strong, strong as any strong male, and she was fast, too. Though not agile, she could work up quite a speed. And she was on the larger side of the size spectrum. She was taller and could easily outweigh other females, and even rivaled in size to some of the larger males. Another thing that got her labelled as a freak.

[»[B]uell]

Accepted! She's yours!!

[Ment]

Is the second to last male still up for adoption? Cause if so, I'm willing to try for him.

[♥Fog Where Sun Beams]

We actually have a pending audition for him right now... Sorry /=