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Post by [.Trix.] on May 31, 2010 20:07:25 GMT -5
Name:LUPA-female
Nicknames: Lulu, Poppy
Age:9 months
Gender:Female
Desired Pack: Toko forest
Rank: Pup
Looks: Small, soft, with a pup's endearing awkwardness. Lupa's downy coat is marked by the fluffy tufts and unruly whorls of youth, imbuing the young ling with the appearance of an over sized dandelion puff. Rust-hued markings tinge the fur of her large, pointed ears, staining them a pale ocher red. A similar shade paints her narrow paws and slender heels, fading from a saturated umber as the color traverses the fine, soft, feathery fur of the leg until it is little more than a whisper of burnished bronze against a field of winter white. A rich rust hue decorates the little wolf's tail, gleaming like freshly struck copper and deep poppy in stray sunlight. This warm, striking shade disperses as it traces down the line of the pup's plume-like tail, becoming a speckled white and ocher brindle just as it reaches the gentle curve of her haunches. A final touch of rust and bronze decorates the soft, tuft fur of the little wolf, like an artist's afterthought: a wicked kiss of poppy and ocher, a ragged mark mars the fur at the base of her throat. Lupa's face, still marked by the rounded contours and comically over sized features of childhood, conveys a gentleness that belies the impish curiosity and keen intelligence that lies just beneath her innocent visage. Her form, though rather small and still caught in youth's awkward grip, has begun to show the first signs of adolescent maturity, with the roley polly qualities of pup hood just starting to melt away to reveal a lithe and graceful frame, fraught with lean, potent muscle and a hunter's reflexes.
Power: Lupa controls illusions of the mind. They are highly potent and very believable. Though she cannot control them, they still are active and can completely takeover someones vision, if it is strong enough. They are usually intricately detailed and sometimes dangerous. They take complete concentration if they are to completely take over vision, but sometimes, without even noticing it, she will make someone hallucinate an apple on a tree or a rabbit in the distance. And the visions that take a bit of concentration are the ones that are like a wolf or a group of wolves. Or a deer and animals like about that size would take the same energy. Lupa's visions can be weakened, they weaken with her and can automatically disappear if she looses concentration. She can also, if she has much energy and attention, interfere with dreams. Only a bit, but they too become hallucinations. Lupa's hallucinations are a reflection of herself. They can show her thoughts and feelings if she wishes them to, but if her emotions are highly potent, then they can sometimes have a mind of their own and intrude in her visions. Making it hard to hide how she is feeling from others.
Eyes: A rich, glinting amber marked by flecks of green... the shade of a deep forest pool caught by a stray bit of late afternoon sunlight.
Wings: none
Personality: Sweet, playful and above all things, curious, this pup has a penchant for exploration. Content to spend hours poking her muzzle in every nook and cranny, Lupa seems to possess the uncanny ability to stumble upon well-hidden secrets: a trait that has gotten her into trouble more than once in her brief life, though she has managed to scramble out of harm's way thus far. Keenly intelligent, this little girl enjoys riddles, games, and illusions, and will often pose piquant puzzles to those around her. This precocious intellect paired with the natural indiscretion of youth also leads Lupa to speak her mind more freely than she ought, yet she possesses enough wisdom to hold her tongue under threat of punishment. Though she tends to wear a cheerful front and can often come across as naively oblivious to the troubles of the world around her, Lupa is both deeply sensitive and fiercely loyal, not hesitating to sacrifice so that she might aid others if she believes they deserve her assistance. While she is a relatively sociable wolf, Lupa is strangely reticent about her past, and can become oddly quiet and melancholy with little warning, though these spells appear to pass quickly.
History:
Cold... too cold.A wicked winter wind ripped through the pup's soft fur, pricking the tender flesh beneath with needles of storm driven ice. She whined softly to herself, aware that no one would hear her; no one would come to help. She huddled closer to the rocky walls of the desecrated den, desperately trying to leech warmth from the surrounding stone, but there was none to be found. She pushed herself resolutely against the barren rocks, forcing her shredded flank against the familiar wall in hopes of finding some shelter from the biting winds that tore past the small and shivering figure, shrinking farther into the darkness of the ruined sanctuary. Exhausted, she leaned against the cold rock, allowing it to support her weight while she momentarily closed her amber eyes.
Mama?
She had returned home later than intended, the last rays of the setting sun glinting off the the sharp, glittering crust that disguised a season's worth of fallen snow. She'd slipped off to play in the nearby forest, chasing a wild hare, it's sleek fur dabbled with winter white. She hadn't meant to be gone long. Her mama had warned her against the dangers of a winter-worn forest, caught in the throws of hunger born from lean months of scarce game. She hadn't thought she'd chase the rabbit quite so far, nor had she considered the difficulty she might have getting back across the partially frozen river, with its patina of black and crackling ice.
She stumbled into the clearing near her family's den, prepared to be scolded with a sharp nip and an irritated growl. Her mind raced with the tale of her adventure, ready to offer a hasty apology and explanation for her foolish actions. She tumbled forth from behind a nearby blackberry bush, plucked of its foliage by the icy fingers of winter, a yip of greeting already issuing forth from her throat. Her call died as swiftly as it was born, abruptly extinguished by the sight that greeted her.
Mama!
The little she-wolf opened her eyes, whimpering with pain and effort as she forced herself to stand. Slowly she limped toward the back of the den, her flank and haunch stained dark with blood. She turned to lap at her wound, sniffing reflexively, and recoiled slightly at the sickly sweet, rotten odor that twined insidiously beneath the familiar metallic tang. Blood... but not entirely her own. She turned away, pushing herself a few more feet into the dark confines of the den, the bite of the wind lessening now as she slowly moved farther from the opening.
It was night and a late winter storm had settled across the forest, rendering the close confines of her haven an impenetrable black, but the pup didn't require her sight to navigate the familiar tunnels. At last she stumbled, her legs refusing to carry her any further. Reaching out with her nose, she touched the terrain around her, a soft whine issuing forth from her throat. Her mother's sleeping place. A shallow niche in the earthen floor, lined with sweet grasses and shed fur, still soft and replete with the scent of family. Incapable of standing again, the wounded pup curled up among st the comforting odors of a life now gone, closed her weary eyes, and slept.
Other: none
Parent Description: Mother: Lupa's mother shows an odd resemblance to Lupa. In fact, she looks exactly the same, no different. She was always kind and caring, loving her pups and family as much as any mother should. She would have lay ed down her life for her family any time anywhere. She was very agile, always running and swimming. She loved to tell stories of her past and of dreams she has had.
Father:Lupas's father is a russet brown. His fur is soft and sleek and he acts like any father should. Well with an edge of authority and sometimes cruelty. He is not abusive, but does expect respect and always has control over every situation. However, he is a loving father and cares very much for the safety and well being of his family.
Mate: none
Pups:none
Zodiac Sign: Gemini
Nicknames: Lulu, Poppy
Age:9 months
Gender:Female
Desired Pack: Toko forest
Rank: Pup
Looks: Small, soft, with a pup's endearing awkwardness. Lupa's downy coat is marked by the fluffy tufts and unruly whorls of youth, imbuing the young ling with the appearance of an over sized dandelion puff. Rust-hued markings tinge the fur of her large, pointed ears, staining them a pale ocher red. A similar shade paints her narrow paws and slender heels, fading from a saturated umber as the color traverses the fine, soft, feathery fur of the leg until it is little more than a whisper of burnished bronze against a field of winter white. A rich rust hue decorates the little wolf's tail, gleaming like freshly struck copper and deep poppy in stray sunlight. This warm, striking shade disperses as it traces down the line of the pup's plume-like tail, becoming a speckled white and ocher brindle just as it reaches the gentle curve of her haunches. A final touch of rust and bronze decorates the soft, tuft fur of the little wolf, like an artist's afterthought: a wicked kiss of poppy and ocher, a ragged mark mars the fur at the base of her throat. Lupa's face, still marked by the rounded contours and comically over sized features of childhood, conveys a gentleness that belies the impish curiosity and keen intelligence that lies just beneath her innocent visage. Her form, though rather small and still caught in youth's awkward grip, has begun to show the first signs of adolescent maturity, with the roley polly qualities of pup hood just starting to melt away to reveal a lithe and graceful frame, fraught with lean, potent muscle and a hunter's reflexes.
Power: Lupa controls illusions of the mind. They are highly potent and very believable. Though she cannot control them, they still are active and can completely takeover someones vision, if it is strong enough. They are usually intricately detailed and sometimes dangerous. They take complete concentration if they are to completely take over vision, but sometimes, without even noticing it, she will make someone hallucinate an apple on a tree or a rabbit in the distance. And the visions that take a bit of concentration are the ones that are like a wolf or a group of wolves. Or a deer and animals like about that size would take the same energy. Lupa's visions can be weakened, they weaken with her and can automatically disappear if she looses concentration. She can also, if she has much energy and attention, interfere with dreams. Only a bit, but they too become hallucinations. Lupa's hallucinations are a reflection of herself. They can show her thoughts and feelings if she wishes them to, but if her emotions are highly potent, then they can sometimes have a mind of their own and intrude in her visions. Making it hard to hide how she is feeling from others.
Eyes: A rich, glinting amber marked by flecks of green... the shade of a deep forest pool caught by a stray bit of late afternoon sunlight.
Wings: none
Personality: Sweet, playful and above all things, curious, this pup has a penchant for exploration. Content to spend hours poking her muzzle in every nook and cranny, Lupa seems to possess the uncanny ability to stumble upon well-hidden secrets: a trait that has gotten her into trouble more than once in her brief life, though she has managed to scramble out of harm's way thus far. Keenly intelligent, this little girl enjoys riddles, games, and illusions, and will often pose piquant puzzles to those around her. This precocious intellect paired with the natural indiscretion of youth also leads Lupa to speak her mind more freely than she ought, yet she possesses enough wisdom to hold her tongue under threat of punishment. Though she tends to wear a cheerful front and can often come across as naively oblivious to the troubles of the world around her, Lupa is both deeply sensitive and fiercely loyal, not hesitating to sacrifice so that she might aid others if she believes they deserve her assistance. While she is a relatively sociable wolf, Lupa is strangely reticent about her past, and can become oddly quiet and melancholy with little warning, though these spells appear to pass quickly.
History:
Cold... too cold.A wicked winter wind ripped through the pup's soft fur, pricking the tender flesh beneath with needles of storm driven ice. She whined softly to herself, aware that no one would hear her; no one would come to help. She huddled closer to the rocky walls of the desecrated den, desperately trying to leech warmth from the surrounding stone, but there was none to be found. She pushed herself resolutely against the barren rocks, forcing her shredded flank against the familiar wall in hopes of finding some shelter from the biting winds that tore past the small and shivering figure, shrinking farther into the darkness of the ruined sanctuary. Exhausted, she leaned against the cold rock, allowing it to support her weight while she momentarily closed her amber eyes.
Mama?
She had returned home later than intended, the last rays of the setting sun glinting off the the sharp, glittering crust that disguised a season's worth of fallen snow. She'd slipped off to play in the nearby forest, chasing a wild hare, it's sleek fur dabbled with winter white. She hadn't meant to be gone long. Her mama had warned her against the dangers of a winter-worn forest, caught in the throws of hunger born from lean months of scarce game. She hadn't thought she'd chase the rabbit quite so far, nor had she considered the difficulty she might have getting back across the partially frozen river, with its patina of black and crackling ice.
She stumbled into the clearing near her family's den, prepared to be scolded with a sharp nip and an irritated growl. Her mind raced with the tale of her adventure, ready to offer a hasty apology and explanation for her foolish actions. She tumbled forth from behind a nearby blackberry bush, plucked of its foliage by the icy fingers of winter, a yip of greeting already issuing forth from her throat. Her call died as swiftly as it was born, abruptly extinguished by the sight that greeted her.
Mama!
The little she-wolf opened her eyes, whimpering with pain and effort as she forced herself to stand. Slowly she limped toward the back of the den, her flank and haunch stained dark with blood. She turned to lap at her wound, sniffing reflexively, and recoiled slightly at the sickly sweet, rotten odor that twined insidiously beneath the familiar metallic tang. Blood... but not entirely her own. She turned away, pushing herself a few more feet into the dark confines of the den, the bite of the wind lessening now as she slowly moved farther from the opening.
It was night and a late winter storm had settled across the forest, rendering the close confines of her haven an impenetrable black, but the pup didn't require her sight to navigate the familiar tunnels. At last she stumbled, her legs refusing to carry her any further. Reaching out with her nose, she touched the terrain around her, a soft whine issuing forth from her throat. Her mother's sleeping place. A shallow niche in the earthen floor, lined with sweet grasses and shed fur, still soft and replete with the scent of family. Incapable of standing again, the wounded pup curled up among st the comforting odors of a life now gone, closed her weary eyes, and slept.
Other: none
Parent Description: Mother: Lupa's mother shows an odd resemblance to Lupa. In fact, she looks exactly the same, no different. She was always kind and caring, loving her pups and family as much as any mother should. She would have lay ed down her life for her family any time anywhere. She was very agile, always running and swimming. She loved to tell stories of her past and of dreams she has had.
Father:Lupas's father is a russet brown. His fur is soft and sleek and he acts like any father should. Well with an edge of authority and sometimes cruelty. He is not abusive, but does expect respect and always has control over every situation. However, he is a loving father and cares very much for the safety and well being of his family.
Mate: none
Pups:none
Zodiac Sign: Gemini
