Post by Nynx on Mar 10, 2010 17:53:04 GMT -5
Nicknames: Nynx
Age: 4
Gender: Female
Desired Pack: Misuteriasu Mountains
Desired Rank: Subordinate
Looks:
Pups:
Zodiac Sign: Scorpio
Age: 4
Gender: Female
Desired Pack: Misuteriasu Mountains
Desired Rank: Subordinate
Looks:
My pelt consist of black and green. Both of my ears are scarred from the fight with Ulric. The bridge of my nose is deeply scarred from Ulric also. On the tip of my ears, you can find silver earing like objects. My paws are webbed slightly from living in the desert. I am about 4'8 long and I weigh close to 190 pounds. My legs are very long, any animal of my kind that lived in the desert had long legs for running. Very powerful my legs are. Despite my desert build, I cannot stand the heat. My pelt is long all year long, never does it get shorter or change color. My eyes are black as coal, my pupil is a copper-gold color. My eyes can change to light black to jet black. My legs have zigzag patterns- the black outlines the green. I have long fangs that extend from my muzzle, I cannot fight with my fangs very well. My claws are slightly green-black like the rest of my body. Camouflage is easy enough for me. I blend in with the greenery almost like a tree or bush. During the winter, I struggle to blend in. My pelt stands out like a sore thumb. If one looked at me, they assume I am mean and cold. My built is slightly scary to some wolves. I suppose my abnormally long legs, add on to my creepiness. I am neither ugly or beautiful, I am simply me. I do not have the grace of wings on my body, I am forever earth bound.Power:
I have the power to see through the eyes of birds. This curse is called The Sight. With one thought directed to a bird, I have the joy of seeing what they see. While a language barrier prevents the bird and I from speaking, I can send the bird mental images of what I am looking for. Not all birds are compatible to this. Hawks and ospreys' are the best creature to look through the eyes.Eyes:
Black as the night my eyes have a dullness to them that not even my family liked, I do not enjoy looking at wolves face to face for my eyes are gross and not lovely as other wolves that may come across me.Wings: Personality:
I am a very temperamental; my mood changes with the days. Most of the time I am laid back and willing to help my pack mates. I do not like rogues, extreme heat or pathetic wolves. When angered, I lashes out my rage. The object of my madness is usually an innocent being. My two deadly sins are Wrath and Pride. Wolves of my kind take extreme pride in their unusual looks; I flaunt my good looks and anyone who wishes to tell me otherwise are facing a beat down of a lifetime. Trust is something any wolf can earn from me easily. I believe in almost anything. My path in unclear; I have never been the most stable wolf in the world. I can rambles useless and sometimes useful information. I protect my pack with my damned life, I am willing to be killed myself for my leader and other pack mates. Love is something that I seems to never find, every time I find someone, they would either die or leave me. From this, I don't believe in love. My own mother, Daisy, left her two pups left to die. Fighting is my favorite pastime; I enjoy training cubs to be the strongest cub.History:
I was born to Daisy and Lucas. My first memory was my brother, Zomba, suckling next me. How warm I felt. My mother and father were the Drappa and Dragga of our pack, Nomadic Desert. Us desert wolves, used to thrive in the boiling heat. I loved my mother and father until Daisy decided to leave Zomba when we were only six weeks old. Nomadic wolves give birth to their cubs and after six weeks or so, our parents leave us. Each year, weak cubs are found in the Nomadic Desert. However, Zomba and I were the strongest. I could tell my brother didn't care that Daisy and Lucas left us. I suppose male's don't have as strong emotions. I was near the edge of our small territory that Zomba marked off when I heard him howling and screaming. My paws danced across the unstable sand; his screaming became more and more faint. “NO!” I thought as I ran through a patch of weeds. Zomba was cornered by two huge wolves, larger than any he or I had ever seen. Pools of blood started to collect as Zomba paced back and forth. I wanted to help and save my brother, but, I couldn't make myself move. My eyes darted to the largest of the two wolves. I could see that this was Ulric, the new Dragga. He was the one who slaughtered my mother and father. He was playing with Zomba, waiting for him to make his move. “Nynx!” I heard Zomba howl my name, “Get out of here,” My head was spinning in million directions. A eerie silence fell over the land. Was this the end of my brother? No, I lept over the sandpile, my body collided with something I could only describe as metal. Not even my sharp saber teeth could penetrate the armor. Ulric slammed me to the ground, his eyes crazy from the surprise attack. Zomba was busy fighting the other wolf. I could see that the other wolf was Vlad, the beta male. Blood was shed and life's lost. Ulric quickly grabbed my scruff, he through me across the clearing. Ulric hovered over my stunned body. “What did I say about this?” He bit me on my muzzle, leaving two long bleeding wounds. I head butted him, he went back a few feet. Zomba was fighting a loosing battle, he was retching up blood. Vlad was a poisonousness wolf, he could leave poison in your blood stream if he bit you. “Zomba!” I cried out. He looked at me with lifeless eyes. Ulric then turned to me, laughing. “Your brother won't last much longer,” Zomba had fallen to the ground, convulsing. My fangs latched on to Ulric's thick throat, I winced as he clawed my ears. Huge gashes started to drop large amounts of blood. Vlad was howling over his win. From my angle, I could see purple poison drip from his bloodied fangs. Ulric started to go limp in my iron grip. My own vice on him loosened. Before Ulric fell, he grabbed my own leg. He tore a chunk of skin away, I knew my pain was nothing to what I brother suffered. Vlad's purple eyes dilated as he saw his Dragga and his father fall to the ground. Vlad backup. I wanted to scream at him, “You're a coward!” like this father. Ulric's breathe was uneven. The only thing I knew what to do was put him out of his misery. I lowered my teeth into his throat, I heard his throat click as I blocked his air way. I hoped he hurt. This was for my father, mother and my late brother. Ulric looked at me; his mouth was dripping with blood. His body shivered once and he moved no more. This was the first wolf I'd killed. When I thought about it, I was only one. Barley old enough to kill a full grown goat. I didn't know how I killed the large Dragga. And frankly, I didn't care. I left my home to find possibly a new life. After three long season's I found the Nigori Marshlands. I knew that not many wolves would find this terrain appealing. My paws seemed almost at home with the marshy ground; I can only describe it as wet sand, I suppose. I knew that I wanted to declare this land as my own; rule as my mother did. This I found, was not my strong spot. I was challenged by Chevera. She was the most aggressive animal I have ever set my eyes on. Both Chevera and I know that I was not cut out for Drappa or Alpha female. The first wolf I met in this strange new land was Lucidity. I was wary of the great male at first. Soon, I decided to make an alliance with him. To the north, he ruled, and, to the east I ruled for a short time. When I left, I started to head north. Even if I was not truly welcome, I would stay around this territory. Raven was the first wolf to join the mountain pack. She claimed to be Lucid's sister. This was strange for me to understand. We sat down and she explained that Masina was also his sister. Raven was truly his sister, the two confronted each other. Raven was not welcome here; she pleaded and pleaded. I assume Lucid was annoyed enough to allow her to stay. She was given the Omega rank. I treated the bitch like dirt, she treated Mira the Drappa or Alpha female with disgrace. By now, I was Beta female. Wynter came into my life soon after Raven died from illness. He was a murder by trade. He courted me and I loved him very much.Other: Parent Description:
Daisy Baskil -FemaleMate:
Standing a foot taller than me my mother had the most beautiful pelt.
Pups:
Zodiac Sign: Scorpio