Post by Zephora on Jun 1, 2009 19:17:16 GMT -5
Name:
Zephora
Nicknames:
None.
Desired Rank:
Alphess
Age:
3 years
Appearance:
Her body, is solid white, and usually found to be a shade that is light enough to make the angels envious from how pure and beautiful the color fits her. Her coat looks soft and is medium length, feathering down along her chest and draping from tendrils of her tail. Her ears, perfectly sized to fit her elegant head, are pointed and carried tall upon her skull. She has almond shaped eyes that are a beautiful color of golden brown that could easily remind someone of the color of honey, lighting up to look like pure amber if the sun hits them just right, causing them to shimmer and shine beautifully. Her eyes, tend to change colors however, and when they do they change to a strikingly beautiful icy blue that has a black ring about her iris, causing them to stand out brilliantly. It is for this reason, that it's hard to look away from her beautiful gaze once it's locked upon your own. Her body is strong and yet it's femininely muscular. She has large paws, though her nails are rounded off and kept cropped from walking upon the rough mountain paths. The pads of her paws are thick, hard, elastic, and black, keeping her well padded and silent when she's stalking about on a hunt. Her tail is long, feathery, as stated before, and it reaches past her hocks to her ankles. There's found to be a smooth springy action to her gait, causing her to look rather lovely when she's in action, her coat easily billowing against her figure, giving off the impression of a wispy white cloud.
She was beautiful, and yet she noticed it not. Her beauty is enhanced by the proud posture of which she holds herself in at all times, but it's not because she's wanting to offend anyone, it's just part of her personality, as you will come to find out.
Element:
Storms. She has the ability to call upon a Tornado storm when she wishes it, and because of it, lightning and rain is often conjured. She rarely uses this gift, and is working on mastering her control of lighting, but that will come later with time. For now, though, she is able to call upon Tornadoes. Another abulity of hers is that she's psychic, which makes her able to read the mind of others that are within an 100 foot radius of her. But because of it, she's learned to control it and it is almost never used except for when she's out hunting. It is with this gift that she can also speak to others without the use of her mouth, speaking directly into their minds which comes in handy when she's hunting. She uses it to confuse her prey
Personality:
She's the type of female that's completely independant, and despite the fact that she may want a mate, she knows she doesn't need one. She's got everything under control and handled. She's got a dominant and confident air about her, for it's seen in every step she takes, in the posture of which she holds herself in, and in that charming smile of hers as well as the flow of her beautiful tail. She never allows another canine to walk all over her, but she stands up for herself, even if it's a canine that's larger than her, though this is rare because though she's small compared to most in her family, she's a rather large female regardless. It would seem that nothing scared her, for even with the barrel of a gun held to her face or a grizzly roaring at her, she doesn't so as much flinch.
Hardworking and stubborn, she doesn't like handouts and if she wants something, she'll work to get it on her own, whether it means getting a meal for herself, a ranking above other wolves, or the respect of others. She does this because she'd rather have a feeling of accomplishment with what she gets, rather than the smug 'haha I got my way' feeling of getting it just handed to her. She tries to keep herself from beings spoiled in this way.
Thoughtful, she's often found wandering about thinking to herself deeply about things that are currently going on in her life, and can sometimes be found to be speaking aloud to herself, though she tries to keep that to a minimum.
Protective, being the ex alpha she is, she'll put a damn good fight to keep those she loves or is guarding safe, no matter how badly beaten up she may get from it. When she gets aggressive, a good idea would be to run, because she won't relent in fighting until the offender is gone from the premises for good or dead at her feet.
Headstrong, as stated before.. she doesn't take shit from anyone, no matter what their rank is and when she wants something she will find a way to get it and there's nothing you can do to stop her. She doesn't back down from a fight, no matter who or what rank of wolf it is, it's not her way of doing things, nor will you ever see her tuck her tail and run away. Another thing is that she can be a bit sarcastic and sadistic. When she makes someone mad, she enjoys watching their pelts bristle or just watching and feeling them start to get hyped up with anger, and usually settles it with sarcasm to hide her amusement.
Caring.. If she finds someone that she finds worthwhile, she will gladly stand up for them and make sure that they're safe, though the life of a loner is hard, and she truly has nobody that cares about her.
Zephora acts as she pleases, and her phases are quite different. She can either be laid back, aggressive, impassive, or plain arrogant. But you can't blame her for being arrogant when all she ever gets are compliments on just how beautiful she is, how wonderful and strong she is for being the way she is, among other things. If she doesn't like you, she lets you know it in a few ways. She'll either straight up tell you to get out of her face, she'll completely ignore you as if you were never there and continue to look to other things about her, or she'll simply walk away. Either way, she gets the point across and none can argue with her; there's simply no room for it.
Zephora can be found to be a flirt when she wants to be, and sometimes uses her skill with sarcasm to make others laugh. More than anything though, she'll steal your heart just because of her personality alone, simply because she doesn't try to be what she's not.. She's a bit of a tomboy despite her regal and gorgeous looks, and a little rough around the edges, but that's what helps enhance her inner beauty. She'd be Paris Hilton if she didn't have these things. She is a strong, kick-ass female to say the least.
Eyes:
Look to Appearance
Wings:
Perched upon her back are two wings of white, both being highlighted with flecks of black and black feathers here and there, causing them to look like the wings of a snow owl, despite the fact that her wings are perfectly proportioned to the size of her body to carry her through the skies. Their feathers are also found to be rather soft and this comes in handy when she's hunting at night, for she's able to soar through the skies soundlessly, remaining undetected by her prey of which lurks below her upon the ground.
History:
Born within a large pack, Zephora was the daughter of two alpha's that were well known within the land for their great leadership, strength, and strong family. From the time she was a pup, she watched as her mother and father worked as the alpha's to guide and lead the pack with her older siblings, chasing and driving their enemies away with ease as well as defending their lands too. Her father, large and proud was handsome and her mother, an elegant but headstrong female that knew just how much bite she needed to keep those beneath her in line. She looked up to both of them, for both were great wolves in itself..
When Zephora was older she learned their trade with her siblings and was soon helping lead the pack as well as guarding and guiding it like a pro. Beautiful and with a fine temperment, her parents naturally tried to get her a mate, but whenever she came into heat and was offered a male, Zephora ignored them and would snap at them. She didn't want any part of them, they weren't the ones she was waiting for. She didn't know what she was waiting for, herself, but she was sure that when the male came about, it would feel right. These males that had been set up with her, however.. just didn't. And so at almost two years old, when most of her sisters had already had their first litter of puppies, Zephora had failed to even produce one, simply because she rejected all the fine suitos she'd been shown to. Though it dissapointed her parents to a certain extent, they didn't mind it because she was still ranked as their finest and strongest female.
She always did her job of taking care of the pack no matter what, and if a pup, newcomer, or elder were to stray or get lost, she was the first to take alert and make sure that they were taken care of. She'd been there to fight off two bears when a female was down in the feilds, giving birth to her pups, and kept them at bay until the pups were born and the other packmates could snatch them up and move them back home. But even with being as fit and tough as she was, a bright leader and as smart as she was, nothing could have prepared her for what would come a matter of months after that female had given birth to her pups.
It was a foggy morning and she was out watching over the pack when a messenger of a new pack came to her. Used to defending her packmates as one of its finest warriors, Zephora was less than happy to come with the messenger who soon brought her back to her parents. When she got back to her parents, she saw a new wolf standing in their midst, he was grey with feral yellow hunter's eyes. His name was Draconis, and his pack was an enemy pack of her family's own. Zephora didn't like his presence there, but she listened to her father as he explained why the brute was about. Draconis' own pack was larger than the pack of her parents, and he was the son of their warlord of an alpha. He'd come telling her parents that his father had died, that it was his turn to reign, but that if they gave him her paw in mateship, he'd end the war between their packs. Her father told her that she was to become the mate of the male who's family had been the threat of her pack since before she had even been born.
Disgusted, she said yes, but only for the sake of her family's safety and because she loved her packmates and friends. To her, it was all business, and she held no feelings other than hate towards the male that now pledged her as his mate. She'd often wondered why he'd taken her as his mate, why he hadn't chosen one of her sisters, but one night he'd told her that it was because he'd fallen in love with her from the first day he'd seen her in action as she fought the bears off, having been passing through the area at the time. He'd admired her self sacrificial ways, and her courage in the face of sheer danger, and her determination to keep those she loved safe. You'd think this would have softened her heart towards him, but it only touched her heart briefly. He'd often told her that he wished for her to bear him pups, but she never did, rejecting him. She wasn't there for love, and despite the fact that she'd been growing to love him, she wasn't about to show it and forget what his family had done to her own for so many years.
And so with this in mind she lead his pack at his side as their alpha female, and they did well. But sadly only when she'd finally begun to grow to purely love him and push her hatred for his family's old ways aside, at the end of her second year of life.. he was taken from her. Another pack had been moving in on their territory and Zephora had left that morning, after having breakfast with her family, to go scout things out a bit. She said she'd be back that afternoon, and then took two scouts with her to go check the boarders. Draconis had stayed down in the valley with the pack, working up their warriors and getting things planned when the other pack finally struck. Having seen the pack on their boarders, Zephora and the scouts raced back just as the battle opened up and got bloody.
Back to back Zephora fought wolves with her mate, and just as they'd won, Draconis having slain their alpha, having the others confused and scared.. another wolf came up from behind, tackling Draconis only to take grip of his throat. Zephora attacked the brawny male, trying her best to get him off of Draconis, her growl roaring with the rage as she looked down to hear Draconis choking, his windpipe being closed by the vicegrip of a bite the other male held upon his throat. Finally the other male released him as Zephora's fangs tore down into the left side of his neck, soon tearing into his jugular as well, but not before he'd simply jerked his head back to rip the throat of Draconis open. He ran off with the rest of their defeated pack, but Zephora was left at the side of her dying mate. The pack surrounding them, she tried her best to call upon their magic to heal Draconis, but his injury was too much and he died after having murmured in her ear that he loved her.
Surprisingly shattered by the loss of her mate, Zephora then did her best to keep the pack in once peice, but she knew she was unfit for the job of leading, in the state of mind she was in, without the will to want to lead, and soon gave her rank to their Beta's. After that she left, and she's been wandering the world alone ever since. Her pack and her family she knew were in good hands, and she had no desire to live among other wolves again until she healed up from her heartache. But with the dawning of a new day, she now finds that she's moved on from the loss of her mate, and though she still thinks of Draconis whenever she looks to the stars, she's come to terms with what happened and is now at peace with living the life of a loner.
Other:
Zephora is a philiophobic, meaning that despite the fact that she openly flirts, whenever someone gets serious about her, and chases after her, she often shies away because the thought of being bound down and losing her freedom, and the fact that someone may love her quite deeply, scares her. She is afraid of love, for she's seen how it can destroy lives and yet how it's built and completed lives. She doesn't want to see her life destroyed by the loss of a mate, and so will probably do her best to remain a lone female if she can help it. However, if she runs into the right male.. she may be willing to change her mind....
Along with Zephora being a philiophobic, she has an odd issue with females. She can't stand them, despite the fact that she is one, and only one out of ten females will ever be able to befriend her. Towards the other nine out of ten, Zephora is found to be vicious, cruel, unforgiving, or nonchalantly heartless, unless they've proven their worth and loyalty to her.
Mate:
Kerrigan
Pups:
None