Post by duskdreamer on Aug 19, 2009 4:03:04 GMT -5
NAME: None, she was never given one
NICKNAMES: None, feel free to give her one
DESIRED RANK: Omega Toko Forest
AGE: Three months
LOOKS: her fur is short and soft, colored like the blood that flows through her thin body, if you watch closely you can almost see it move and swirl. She is tall and although she is young her muscles flex beneath her pelt suggesting she may become quite the warrior. She moves quickly and at times her movements can be quite hyperactive. She has short sharp black teeth and her tongue is long and a gentle pink colour. She has deep red eyes that constantly move and sometimes they appear brown in colour, like old blood. She has a long bushy tail that has a habit of wrapping around her back legs and from her back sticks four feathery black wings. They are long but not very wide and although she is an average sized wolf her wings seem large and clumsy on her fragile child body. Her ears are slightly longer than average and her muzzle thinner giving her a rather threatening appearance but also cute at the same time. Under her left eye is a small black symbol that looks like a pentacle but it disappears when she is feeling threatened. If you look closely her fur gets darker closer to her body and her skin is black in colour however the underside of her body has a lighter grey tone suggesting with age her stomach and chest may become a lighter color. her pads are grey too and her right back pad has a soft pink scar across it.
POWER: She can transform herself into raven although in this form her voice also changes slightly. She can be recognized by the red tips of her wing feathers. Although she is wolf by birth and culture, as a raven her mind weakens making her more vulnerable to element powers and creating problems with her speech and mind. when she speaks with others of her own kind it can often be incoherant ramble. She may become a form not her own but as a raven she is still just another bird. Plain and simple. She is still young and unsure how long she can hold her form, but with time she will learn.
PERSONALITY: she is a playful soul, light hearted and energetic with a smile that never leaves her features, although she is hurt easily she is deathly loyal even to those she hates if they are part of her family. She takes on a mother-like attitude around those younger than her and even those older at times. She loves to sing to herself and play fight with older pups. She drifts into thought and can miss an entire conversation even though she continues talking. She is wise beyond her years and understands most things despite her age and will often attempt to teach those younger than her. She is however scared of Pure white wolves, the reason for this is unknown. When she is sad she tends to cover most of her body with her wings and she may become quite aggressive although she would never hurt those she loved. she is bossy and arogant around males older then her partially becase of her father and if pushed by one of these males she is likely to tare a chunk out of them. she promises often bt she keeps her word no matter the reason behind it and this can often get her in trouble. she has a habbit of tripping over her own feet, tail and wings.
EYES: Her eyes are deep red in colour and sometimes appear almost brown. When in her raven form they ear black with a few red specks making it seem as though she has glitter embedded in her eyes.
WINGS: She has for long wispy feathery wings, the stand almost two metres when held straight into the air but are only 30 inches wide. The two closest to her hind quarters are only 25.
HISTORY: it was late at night when the soft whimper of her own voice startled her, she was no more than a month old but already she found she was different from her sisters Zei and Rhei. For one, she had no name, her mother told her the reason for this was that she had to find her own name. Of course she never understood what her mother meant nor why she would shy away from her voice as though the very sound was tainted. Her sisters would call her rock because of the way she slept, this amused her for some time especially hearing about their efforts to wake her then one cold morning she awoke early. The sky was tinged with blue as dawn slowly approached; she glanced sheepishly for her mother’s warmth but couldn’t find it so with a quick stretch she padded her way out of the den and into the dark landscape. She lived among a series of mountains, they were not covered in snow like her father’s tales had told but rather just grey stone and some shrubbery. Either way it’s seemed like a cold desolate place and she couldn’t wait to journey with her mother and sisters down into the valley. She was pondering this idea when something startled her into reality, a long piercing howl that sliced through the silent air. “Rhei” she whispered pricking her ears, it came again from far away. In a moment I found myself sprinting along the jagged peaks and cliffs searching the air for a scent, any scent that could lead her in the right direction, the scent she found was the scent she feared. Blood, the musky metallic tang of freshly spilt blood, her mother’s blood. She continued running until she saw her black shape in the distances, what shocked her most was not the blood, nor her mother’s body suspended two feet above the ground but the six large spikes that stuck from the earth. Zei had begun practicing with her new power only a few days ago. She grew rocks from the earth and could shape them as she wished. I gazed in amassment, why had she done this? What would make her do something so horrible? Another howl not far from where her body stood, she took off leaving her mother’s body then she found her sisters in much the same manner, two grey spikes had pierced her neck and left lung, she was still alive although barely. She stood beside her, her sisters whimpers weak and frail. She would have asked what happened but she knew only to well there would be no reply. “Goodbye” she whispered softly as Rhei’s trembling form become motionless. She found Zei huddled in the den, her fur blood coated and part of her cheek torn away. “Why did you do that” she snapped forcing Zei to retreat. She explained what had happened, mother had left the den so the two had followed, father was outside but he had been yelling and before they knew it he had mother pinned, jaws wrapped firmly around her throat. Zei thought she could help but instead of getting father, mother, was the one to die. Mortified she had run and before she knew it she had stabbed Rhei too, she didn’t know what to do so she had come back to the den. Her story was sad but even as she looked into her sisters sad eyes she knew it a lie. Darkness welled behind them and with a painful breath she muttered “Goodbye” she said for the second time before turning her back to Zei. She was nothing but a murderer, she knew the story was a lie deep in her heart, she wanted to fly away from this place and so as she gently unfurled her wings for the first time she leapt into the sky vowing never to return, her sister made for another kill but the spikes where not high enough. Mother had known this would happen, she thought it would be her that would commit such a crime. The fact hurt. Even so she was now leaving this behind as she lowered into a soft descent towards her new home, wherever it may be.
OTHER INFO: Even as a raven she has small jagged teeth.
MATE: None, she is far too young
PUPS: At her age!? Your sick… (also because of her ability there might be a chance that she is unable to reproduce).
Zodiac Sign: Taurus
NICKNAMES: None, feel free to give her one
DESIRED RANK: Omega Toko Forest
AGE: Three months
LOOKS: her fur is short and soft, colored like the blood that flows through her thin body, if you watch closely you can almost see it move and swirl. She is tall and although she is young her muscles flex beneath her pelt suggesting she may become quite the warrior. She moves quickly and at times her movements can be quite hyperactive. She has short sharp black teeth and her tongue is long and a gentle pink colour. She has deep red eyes that constantly move and sometimes they appear brown in colour, like old blood. She has a long bushy tail that has a habit of wrapping around her back legs and from her back sticks four feathery black wings. They are long but not very wide and although she is an average sized wolf her wings seem large and clumsy on her fragile child body. Her ears are slightly longer than average and her muzzle thinner giving her a rather threatening appearance but also cute at the same time. Under her left eye is a small black symbol that looks like a pentacle but it disappears when she is feeling threatened. If you look closely her fur gets darker closer to her body and her skin is black in colour however the underside of her body has a lighter grey tone suggesting with age her stomach and chest may become a lighter color. her pads are grey too and her right back pad has a soft pink scar across it.
POWER: She can transform herself into raven although in this form her voice also changes slightly. She can be recognized by the red tips of her wing feathers. Although she is wolf by birth and culture, as a raven her mind weakens making her more vulnerable to element powers and creating problems with her speech and mind. when she speaks with others of her own kind it can often be incoherant ramble. She may become a form not her own but as a raven she is still just another bird. Plain and simple. She is still young and unsure how long she can hold her form, but with time she will learn.
PERSONALITY: she is a playful soul, light hearted and energetic with a smile that never leaves her features, although she is hurt easily she is deathly loyal even to those she hates if they are part of her family. She takes on a mother-like attitude around those younger than her and even those older at times. She loves to sing to herself and play fight with older pups. She drifts into thought and can miss an entire conversation even though she continues talking. She is wise beyond her years and understands most things despite her age and will often attempt to teach those younger than her. She is however scared of Pure white wolves, the reason for this is unknown. When she is sad she tends to cover most of her body with her wings and she may become quite aggressive although she would never hurt those she loved. she is bossy and arogant around males older then her partially becase of her father and if pushed by one of these males she is likely to tare a chunk out of them. she promises often bt she keeps her word no matter the reason behind it and this can often get her in trouble. she has a habbit of tripping over her own feet, tail and wings.
EYES: Her eyes are deep red in colour and sometimes appear almost brown. When in her raven form they ear black with a few red specks making it seem as though she has glitter embedded in her eyes.
WINGS: She has for long wispy feathery wings, the stand almost two metres when held straight into the air but are only 30 inches wide. The two closest to her hind quarters are only 25.
HISTORY: it was late at night when the soft whimper of her own voice startled her, she was no more than a month old but already she found she was different from her sisters Zei and Rhei. For one, she had no name, her mother told her the reason for this was that she had to find her own name. Of course she never understood what her mother meant nor why she would shy away from her voice as though the very sound was tainted. Her sisters would call her rock because of the way she slept, this amused her for some time especially hearing about their efforts to wake her then one cold morning she awoke early. The sky was tinged with blue as dawn slowly approached; she glanced sheepishly for her mother’s warmth but couldn’t find it so with a quick stretch she padded her way out of the den and into the dark landscape. She lived among a series of mountains, they were not covered in snow like her father’s tales had told but rather just grey stone and some shrubbery. Either way it’s seemed like a cold desolate place and she couldn’t wait to journey with her mother and sisters down into the valley. She was pondering this idea when something startled her into reality, a long piercing howl that sliced through the silent air. “Rhei” she whispered pricking her ears, it came again from far away. In a moment I found myself sprinting along the jagged peaks and cliffs searching the air for a scent, any scent that could lead her in the right direction, the scent she found was the scent she feared. Blood, the musky metallic tang of freshly spilt blood, her mother’s blood. She continued running until she saw her black shape in the distances, what shocked her most was not the blood, nor her mother’s body suspended two feet above the ground but the six large spikes that stuck from the earth. Zei had begun practicing with her new power only a few days ago. She grew rocks from the earth and could shape them as she wished. I gazed in amassment, why had she done this? What would make her do something so horrible? Another howl not far from where her body stood, she took off leaving her mother’s body then she found her sisters in much the same manner, two grey spikes had pierced her neck and left lung, she was still alive although barely. She stood beside her, her sisters whimpers weak and frail. She would have asked what happened but she knew only to well there would be no reply. “Goodbye” she whispered softly as Rhei’s trembling form become motionless. She found Zei huddled in the den, her fur blood coated and part of her cheek torn away. “Why did you do that” she snapped forcing Zei to retreat. She explained what had happened, mother had left the den so the two had followed, father was outside but he had been yelling and before they knew it he had mother pinned, jaws wrapped firmly around her throat. Zei thought she could help but instead of getting father, mother, was the one to die. Mortified she had run and before she knew it she had stabbed Rhei too, she didn’t know what to do so she had come back to the den. Her story was sad but even as she looked into her sisters sad eyes she knew it a lie. Darkness welled behind them and with a painful breath she muttered “Goodbye” she said for the second time before turning her back to Zei. She was nothing but a murderer, she knew the story was a lie deep in her heart, she wanted to fly away from this place and so as she gently unfurled her wings for the first time she leapt into the sky vowing never to return, her sister made for another kill but the spikes where not high enough. Mother had known this would happen, she thought it would be her that would commit such a crime. The fact hurt. Even so she was now leaving this behind as she lowered into a soft descent towards her new home, wherever it may be.
OTHER INFO: Even as a raven she has small jagged teeth.
MATE: None, she is far too young
PUPS: At her age!? Your sick… (also because of her ability there might be a chance that she is unable to reproduce).
Zodiac Sign: Taurus