Post by duskdreamer on Aug 3, 2009 8:46:06 GMT -5
NAME: DuskDreamer
NICKNAMES: Rem
DESIRED RANK: Omega/alpha (marshlands pack)
AGE: Young Adult
LOOKS: two massive wings, shaggy and unkempt stick high into the air as the wolf walks her long fur shimmers softly in the light creating an eerie glow around her thin delicate frame. she looks malnourished and sickly but at the same time it captures a strange beauty making her seem almost surreal as she moves among her surroundings dragging each bony leg in front of the other. Her paws are large and covered in dry dirt and in contrast to her glowing silver coat they look as though they should not be there and the tips of her two unusually long tail is much the same, they wrap and entwine themselves frequently even as she sleeps. Her teeth are chipped and slightly yellow and her tongue is almost black with a slight jagged tear on one side. She seems sad and she walks with her shaggy head low and her soft tattered ears limp, the ear on her right bares a black symbol that blinks and changes according to her thoughts and feelings and sometimes it is not even present at all. her hind legs show almost no muscle at all and its quite amazing the wolf is even able to move little on run, jump and hunt. Although hunting seems even more out of the question, her claws are dull and her teeth look as though they might turn to dust.
ELEMENT: Fire
PERSONALITY: the wolf is shy and withdrawn, it speaks rarely and prefers to watch and listen rather then partake in hunts or conversation. When it does find the courage to socialize its voice is soft and weak and quite often it will stop talking completely fleeing for a quite place to avoid any other uncomfortable confrontations. She is deathly intelligent although she has yet to find a use for it but she does take particular interest in the behavior of other wolves, mainly because she has an inability to socialize properly. Although she has had bad experiences with both her former packs she is very protective and would do anything to prevent harm to her family, she can also have a very sinister humor when provoked and can often become quite vicious. She is very kind and generous and will often sacrifice her health to feed another sometimes going to great risks to hunt food and although she is shy around other beings she has more courage when she is alone then a pack of fifty wolves. sometimes her temper can lead her astray but she never means any harm by what she does (most of the time). she is more likely to speak with younger wolves then older ones
EYES: the creatures eyes are black and hollow, there is no emotion set within them and even the gentle lights around her show no reflection upon their surface
WINGS: massive silver feathery wings tipped with black, the feathers are messy and many are broken or missing. its seems unlikely they could carry the wolfs weight although they are clearly large enough.
Power: a soft lonesome song that reflects upon her emotion, when heard by other wolves they are instantly sent into a deep slumber until she feels it time to release them, it can often leave the wolves unable to use magic for a short period of time.
HISTORY: the gentle creature was once a respected alpha, despite her age her capability far exceeded even the oldest of her pack and at no more then six months old the former alpha stepped down to her. Unfortunately many of the wolves thought this ridiculous and she was quickly taken down, she may have been wise beyond her years but her strength was far bellow a normal level. Her body was weak and frail and sickness often found its way into her gentle lungs. She awoke far from her family in a dark wood and from here she joined another wolf pack, she was found near death by an alpha known as Zaith and with a promise to provide her sanctuary she vowed loyalty to him and him only. He raised her as his own and she quickly won the respect of her “new family” but only to her face. This pack had no morals and the darkness in their hearts eventually corrupted her. She forgot about her mother and her sister whom she held so dearly and soon thoughts of revenge clouded her mind. She hunted for pleasure and rarely ate what she caught and in time she begun to take interest in dividing and hunting her pack members, she left but one alive out of eighteen strong, fierce and respected warriors and this made her proud, made her feel strong. She hunted with hunger in her eyes, not for food, for the horrid screams of fear as she chased her prey down. She could smell him, Zaith, and although she looked she couldn’t find him, he had escaped her. She wandered alone for many moons, not knowing where she was aiming to go nor what place she would reach. Food became scarce and eventually she found none at all. She had considered her life over and although she fought death it quickly consumed her body, she lay motionless for three nights never giving in to the hunger that gnawed its way through her, finally one the forth night a familiar smell touched the thick air. She recognized her mother’s scent even now and hope had begun to build within her. Sure enough the dark golden coats and shimmering silver eyes stood huddled around her now paralyzed body, they sniffed her casually hardly crinkling their brow then as quickly as they had arrived, They left. She whined softly begging for them to return and for once in many many months she wanted to see their faces, not to watch them die, not to watch them suffer but to smile and tell her she was home. the night sky grew dark and thunder rumbled and growled as if to condemn her. She growled back, fear clutched at her heart, she continued growling all through the night then with her last rugged breath let out a loud ear splitting howl. Even she was unsure how she had lived through the night but as morning peaked gently over the horizon leaving the sky ablaze in red and orange she noticed something, the hunger had gone, her muscles ached but she felt them. She could move. So she did, she stood and even though her body was weak she began to walk and she kept moving, never slowing and never eating. She walked and walked and she continued to walk until this very day.
OTHER INFO: when she gets angry black symbols appear on her muzzle, brow and hind quarters. She also wears a black leather band around her back left leg.
MATE: none yet
PUPS: none yet
ZODIAC SIGN: unknown
NICKNAMES: Rem
DESIRED RANK: Omega/alpha (marshlands pack)
AGE: Young Adult
LOOKS: two massive wings, shaggy and unkempt stick high into the air as the wolf walks her long fur shimmers softly in the light creating an eerie glow around her thin delicate frame. she looks malnourished and sickly but at the same time it captures a strange beauty making her seem almost surreal as she moves among her surroundings dragging each bony leg in front of the other. Her paws are large and covered in dry dirt and in contrast to her glowing silver coat they look as though they should not be there and the tips of her two unusually long tail is much the same, they wrap and entwine themselves frequently even as she sleeps. Her teeth are chipped and slightly yellow and her tongue is almost black with a slight jagged tear on one side. She seems sad and she walks with her shaggy head low and her soft tattered ears limp, the ear on her right bares a black symbol that blinks and changes according to her thoughts and feelings and sometimes it is not even present at all. her hind legs show almost no muscle at all and its quite amazing the wolf is even able to move little on run, jump and hunt. Although hunting seems even more out of the question, her claws are dull and her teeth look as though they might turn to dust.
ELEMENT: Fire
PERSONALITY: the wolf is shy and withdrawn, it speaks rarely and prefers to watch and listen rather then partake in hunts or conversation. When it does find the courage to socialize its voice is soft and weak and quite often it will stop talking completely fleeing for a quite place to avoid any other uncomfortable confrontations. She is deathly intelligent although she has yet to find a use for it but she does take particular interest in the behavior of other wolves, mainly because she has an inability to socialize properly. Although she has had bad experiences with both her former packs she is very protective and would do anything to prevent harm to her family, she can also have a very sinister humor when provoked and can often become quite vicious. She is very kind and generous and will often sacrifice her health to feed another sometimes going to great risks to hunt food and although she is shy around other beings she has more courage when she is alone then a pack of fifty wolves. sometimes her temper can lead her astray but she never means any harm by what she does (most of the time). she is more likely to speak with younger wolves then older ones
EYES: the creatures eyes are black and hollow, there is no emotion set within them and even the gentle lights around her show no reflection upon their surface
WINGS: massive silver feathery wings tipped with black, the feathers are messy and many are broken or missing. its seems unlikely they could carry the wolfs weight although they are clearly large enough.
Power: a soft lonesome song that reflects upon her emotion, when heard by other wolves they are instantly sent into a deep slumber until she feels it time to release them, it can often leave the wolves unable to use magic for a short period of time.
HISTORY: the gentle creature was once a respected alpha, despite her age her capability far exceeded even the oldest of her pack and at no more then six months old the former alpha stepped down to her. Unfortunately many of the wolves thought this ridiculous and she was quickly taken down, she may have been wise beyond her years but her strength was far bellow a normal level. Her body was weak and frail and sickness often found its way into her gentle lungs. She awoke far from her family in a dark wood and from here she joined another wolf pack, she was found near death by an alpha known as Zaith and with a promise to provide her sanctuary she vowed loyalty to him and him only. He raised her as his own and she quickly won the respect of her “new family” but only to her face. This pack had no morals and the darkness in their hearts eventually corrupted her. She forgot about her mother and her sister whom she held so dearly and soon thoughts of revenge clouded her mind. She hunted for pleasure and rarely ate what she caught and in time she begun to take interest in dividing and hunting her pack members, she left but one alive out of eighteen strong, fierce and respected warriors and this made her proud, made her feel strong. She hunted with hunger in her eyes, not for food, for the horrid screams of fear as she chased her prey down. She could smell him, Zaith, and although she looked she couldn’t find him, he had escaped her. She wandered alone for many moons, not knowing where she was aiming to go nor what place she would reach. Food became scarce and eventually she found none at all. She had considered her life over and although she fought death it quickly consumed her body, she lay motionless for three nights never giving in to the hunger that gnawed its way through her, finally one the forth night a familiar smell touched the thick air. She recognized her mother’s scent even now and hope had begun to build within her. Sure enough the dark golden coats and shimmering silver eyes stood huddled around her now paralyzed body, they sniffed her casually hardly crinkling their brow then as quickly as they had arrived, They left. She whined softly begging for them to return and for once in many many months she wanted to see their faces, not to watch them die, not to watch them suffer but to smile and tell her she was home. the night sky grew dark and thunder rumbled and growled as if to condemn her. She growled back, fear clutched at her heart, she continued growling all through the night then with her last rugged breath let out a loud ear splitting howl. Even she was unsure how she had lived through the night but as morning peaked gently over the horizon leaving the sky ablaze in red and orange she noticed something, the hunger had gone, her muscles ached but she felt them. She could move. So she did, she stood and even though her body was weak she began to walk and she kept moving, never slowing and never eating. She walked and walked and she continued to walk until this very day.
OTHER INFO: when she gets angry black symbols appear on her muzzle, brow and hind quarters. She also wears a black leather band around her back left leg.
MATE: none yet
PUPS: none yet
ZODIAC SIGN: unknown