Height: 2.1m (7')
Species: Wolf
Gender: Woman
Pronouns: She/Her
Orientation: Panromantic Demisexual
Art by Slippery Cupcake
Species: Wolf
Gender: Woman
Pronouns: She/Her
Orientation: Panromantic Demisexual
Art by Slippery Cupcake
In a secluded forest clearing, in the corner of a club, she dances like no one’s watching. It’s the only thing she knows, the rhythm of her own heart, and while she might not always understand it, it leads her to where life starts. Too much time was wasted, fretting over concerns long past gone, that now she lets her hair down losing herself to the song. The dance accentuates her body, showing how she’s very large. Tall, but not strong, big and slender hands, large feet, all adorned with soft pink hues. The swaying and swishing of her large bushy tails, and the hips to match besides, give the impression of cherry blossoms wafting off her body to be carried by the breeze.
The music stops, the dances stop, and she takes your hand in hers, “You’re searching for what I am, that which was lost but never was.” This wolf’s words remain a mystery, as you follow along into the night. Finding a place to see the stars, thank goodness they’re so bright. Those large but slender hands are thrown aloft unto the sky, as she speaks deeply, drinking the words thick like honey. “Behold all of us, infinitesimal and numerous, but all doing our part. From the stars to the amoeba, there’s not much difference that keeps us apart. Diverse in our uniqueness, but all part of one cosmic world. You and I are not so different, it’s love that makes us whole.” When her eyes return to look at you, a smile upon her lips, “I’m already on the journey, to reacquaint myself with what I lost. Perhaps you’ll come with me, and find something yourself.”
Like any individual, she might be many things. While she seems painted here to be the mentor, she may also be the fool. For there is but one thing that can ever be said with certainty to be true: “I know that I know nothing.” But in statements made there are still pieces of a clue. So while this wolf remains a mystery, to herself and those around her, she simply wants what we all do: to look inside a mirror and find piece of mind at what she found there.
Every road’s a journey, every path is unexplored. While one day may be at a club, another might be at a diner, or another in the woods. Nothing is ever certain, nothing firm, nothing concrete. Every day should be met with marvel and wonder, for it is all a fleeting moment like a cherry blossom on the wind.
Kari is a wolf standing at a bit over 2.1 meters (7 feet) tall. Her underbelly is cream colored, while the outer bits are a nice pink, mimicking the appearance of a cherry blossom. It’s quite odd just how much her fur mimics that of a cherry blossom; the end tips of her fur seeming to almost divide themselves up like the tips of a cherry blossom’s petals. Thick fur envelops all of her body, most especially her tails. Generally, her tails are folded together neatly into what resembles a flower bud, masking the numbers of how many tails she has specifically. When the bud blossoms, the tails can easily encircle her whole silhouette, fanning out in every direction like thousands of arms reaching every which way. Within those tails is typically found a skull, occasionally peeking from the fluff, wearing a pair of wire frame glasses. The skull itself is quite feline in nature, but the muzzle region seems a tad longer, and the eye sockets quite a bit larger, with spiky nightmarish fangs. While quite broad shouldered, her hips are wide enough to match them, giving her a somewhat hourglass shape, but with the top being a bit wider than the bottom. Not that her bottom itself is anything to write off, quite shapely and full on its own merits.
Her typical outfits are fairly punk inspired, long sleeve fishnet shirts, with either tube tops, leather vests, or short jackets that only go down to about the mid-back. For the bottom half, she’ll wear anything from striped stockings and hip hugging shorts, to leggings with a skirt. Even then not really shying away from just putting on some good old fashioned cargo pants or jeans that have frayed out at the knees. Really, a lot of her outfits could just be described as thrift store chic, with a bit of a punk or raver leaning to what she wears. As long as it’s comfortable and she looks stylish, that’s what she cares about. One thing she's never without, is a wolf tooth necklace, clasped securely around her neck, resting naturally above her breasts. Typically, her hair is worn long, but with an undercut, brushed over to one side of her head to reveal the short trim beneath, with the rest looking like a collapsing wave. The wolf’s physique is a little on the upper end of athletic, occasionally working out to keep some muscle definition, but not too overboard on it; laziness hits us all from time to time.
The skull that inhabits Kari's tails is a bit of a mystery. Kari herself is not entirely sure where it came from, just that some day there was a skull in there that her tails had grown metaphorically attached. It's even hard to discern whether or not the tails are the ones in charge or if the skull is, with how effortlessly they move and pass the skull about from tail to tail. Sometimes it even seems like tails work in conjunction with one another to mimic providing the skull with 'arms' and a 'body' to allow the skull to pantomime more elaborate body language.
The skull, for what personality a skull can be said to have, seems to occasionally be shy and bashful. This occurs particularly when complimented or kissed, the tails doing their best to hide and cover portions of it. However, it has times when it is also very outgoing and eager to meet new individuals that come close to Kari. Though, it's hard to discern the skull or the tails' true motive, they may be simply being cute to further disarm the intent of both wolf and skull working together to lure those unsuspecting to lower their guards.
When some poor, unsuspecting creature finds themselves consumed and thoroughly processed through Kari's digestive system, they will find their consciousness carried off to the wolf's head. Merging their existence for the time being to meet in a metaphysical location manifested by the wolf's imagination. The consumed may remain in this space with her as long as they like, or need, given that the harsh reality of their obliteration may have been quite mentally taxing on their psyche. Alternatively, one might really appreciate the locale and the company and wish to maintain a longer stay to avoid the harsh reality of the cold, cruel world outside.
The locale which Kari has dreamt up is a pretty familiar escape. Secluded from most of the conveniences and trappings of the modern world and retreating to a much simpler time. A log cabin, made in quite the traditional manner, high up in the mountains where the snow has rarely, if ever, thawed. Inside the cabin is full of traditional hygge improvements. Lots of warm colors, reds, yellows, and browns, a roaring fire in the fireplace. Hot cocoa, apple cider, or other assorted warm drinks to contrast the colds and cools outside. Blankets strewn about across all the furniture, ready to be utilized if one should get a bit chilly. Everything set up for the perfect escape and cuddle retreat necessary for proper aftercare.