Character Name: Honeymark Gender: Female Soulname: Age: 119 Height: 3'7" Build: Slim and delicate Hair color: Auburn Eye color: Green Hair Style: Short and curly Features: Small, clean, defined Complexion: Pale Preserver Name: Scars: A honey colored burn scar on her thigh Other Marks: Freckles Possessions: A disc with the image of a falcon on it. Melted slightly around the edges and strung on a bit of leather around her neck. Description:        Lithe yet strong and standing 3'7" this she elf appears relaxed. Curves shape her slinder body, graceful lines and a slight fullness granted by her femininity. A short ruff of dark fire caps her head, small wisps of curls none more than two inches in length, her long pointed ears are exposed and her neck free of the fall of her hair. The colors seem to highlight the sky blue and deep emerald flecks that move in the new leaf pools of her eyes. Rust colored freckles spot her delicate nose and dust across high cheekbones, becoming all the more pronounced when her slight tan fades. Around her neck is a leather cord from which hangs a feather made of some metal, the edges slightly warped as if it were melted.        She is clad in leather, her vest put together with scraps of blue and green then edged in a rich brown with laces that match. It hangs open most often, revealing what is beneath and is cut short falling just to the bottom of her ribs. A top cut and dyed to resemble two large leaves cups her firm, full breasts and is fitted to her body with laces of leather that almost disappear against her skin. Over rounded hips hangs a short skirt of deep green, the hem swirling around mid-thigh in the breezes. Beneath it a very very short, tight pair of bark brown shorts. The waist is dipped in the front exposing her navel as well as the rest of her stomach all the way to the bottom of her vest.        The short skirt reveals a mark on her left leg, the color of the mark a deep honey gold. Starting a mid-thigh on the outside of her leg the mark almost appears as a splash. Where it dips below her knee the color then wraps around the top of her calf forming a band about 2 fingers wide. Below this are boots of eep brown, the loose neck rising to just below the lowest edge of the mark. Bands of blue leather crisscross up the bootshaft and tie nearly an inch from the top the free ends hanging loose down the outer side of the boots. Likes: Willow trees.. they remind her of her childhood. Dislikes: Humans.. it's a deep hatred Fears: Fire Dreams: f finding someone like her sweet Teller again. Magics: Sending, magic feeling, wolfbonding, deep sense Weapons: Bow and daggers Skills: tanning, dyeing, stitching, singing, bow, throwing the daggers Personality: Sweet, easy going, a little shy, still brokenhearted over Teller, likes to be helpful. View On life: After you've lost everything there's only one way to go. Sees self as: She's not sure. She's been searching since the fire. Quirks: She blushes. Father: Frostpiper (D) Mother: Quietbriar (D) Brothers: Whisperwing (never born) Sisters: Gingerflame (D) Soul sibs: Pathdancer (D) Cubs: None Lifemates: None Lovemates: Teller (thought dead) Recognized: None History:        She was named Briar at her birth though it seemed not to fit her at all, being a happy cub. Laughing, playing and learning among the willows that were her holt, and getting into trouble with other cubs was part of growing up; something she was at quite often. At 15 she took her soulname quest and returned nearly a moon later as an adult, Brooksong. Upon her return her mother gifted her with a golden ring that had belonged to her own mother.        Brooksong would lose that ring turns later when her lovemate Teller tried to rescue her from the fires that burned the holt during the human attack. She, however, had gotten caught, her leg stuck so firmly she could not pull free even with his help. When her hand slipped from his the ring came off. He stumbled and she screamed as a large branch fell on him and carried him to the ground and out of her sight. Someone heard her, Whitehunt came crashing thru the flames behind her, through what had once been part of a large willow and drug her free despite her struggles to get to Teller.        Three hands of days later she was able to return to the holt, her leg had been badly burned and was healing, but her heart told her that he lived and she sought proof. She and Whitehunt searched through the burned holt and with the help of wolf-friends who had lost bonds were able to send many of the bodies off in the way they should have been. She spent a great deal of these few days with tears in her eyes and on her cheeks and hope dwindling in her heart. Some that she knew had died were not to be found and Whitehunt believed it was because the Humans had taken the bodies as they fled. In the end she found only the amulet that Teller wore, the leather burned but the troll worked image of a falcon remaining. She gathered that bits near to her and wears it still. She believes him dead now, she saw him go down in the flames and though her heart reminds her they never found a body her mind tells her that it has to be.        Life after the fire was, for a time, spent traveling with the much older Whitehunt. He continued teaching her and treated her much like his own cub who had been lost that day so long past. When Whitehunt recognized another Honeymark moved on, her new name had been given for the mark on her leg left as a reminder of that day she lost family, lovemate and holt. Now she wanders, wolf at her side, a solitary figure moving through the forests fearful of humans and fire.        One day her travels bring her across a stream, pausing she makes camp and has a hunt. Some short time later when on the move again she stumbles upon a face she thought to never see again.. Bond Name: Silverhunt Species: Wolf Gender: Female Age: 12 Appearance: Silver sides and back, ears trimmed in a darker grey, white undersides and deep amber eyes. Personality: Motherly and protective of Honeymark, also friendly, playful and strong.