Post by Aketa on Apr 18, 2005 18:00:58 GMT -5
Name - Aketa
Age - Four months
Gender - Female
Appearance - Aketa is a scrawny whelp, due to the few days of wandering alone. What little puppy fat remains is transforming into the sleek muscles, her frame though, hardly filled to perfect coordination. Her coat is a unique blend of ivory and silver, bushy and dirty, a reminder of her lengthy travels. Along with this, her pads are worn thin, another telltale sign of her aimless wanderings and searching. Her golden eyes are a deep and rich hue, flecked with limpid blue fragments from her early puppy months (though she is not quite out of them). She is growing into her large paws, now not as clumsy or awkward when she walks or runs.
Personality - The young varg is fiery and keen. Though her puppy impulses dull her awareness of situations, a habit that many of the young tend to grow out of. She’s cunning, sly, and a quick thinker, though she is rather friendly and perhaps overly fond of friends. Though gaunt and scrawny, the young she-varg can hold her own in a even fight, often manipulating her opponent or using their own attacks to her advantage. She loves to play, pouncing and nipping, yelping and barking whenever it’s acceptable. Like all wolves, she loves to hunt but her desires to do so are often overwhelming and may result in an irresistible craving to prowl and stalk the lera.
History - Aketa was born in the late end of winter, when the last of the blizzards were disappearing and the weather was slowly warming. This was her mother’s, Tena’s first litter, she was excited but nervous when the time drew near. Her father, Resttun was a new father and unaware to the many parental issues that faced a mated pair. Mating unusually early, they feared for the arrival of their pups and the harm that could befall them if they arrived too soon. Throughout the early phases of the winter and late autumn, they searched for a den that would serve as shelter for the litter. Soon before the pups were born, they found a small rock hollow in the side of the Carpathian Mountains. It was crammed but incredibly warm inside, Resttun grateful that theirs was a newly forming pack and consisted of only the two mates.
They found the den none too soon. Nearly five suns afterwards, Tena gave birth to four beautiful little pups. Two were males, the largest of the litter. The lighter of the two was given the name Letin, the darker was called Thall. The two girl pups were lighter in coat color, one was also the runt. The light, silver she-pup was named Aketa, and her sister received the name Mai. Each was little, and the killing snows a constant worry for the new parents. Miraculously they survived the last months of the winter, all but little Mai, who opened her eyes but only saw the den and her family before she was buried in the shallow earth.
Often the pups played together, basking in the warming sunshine or cuddling around their mother while she told them a story of Tor and Fenris, the wolf gods, always at odds with Fren. The children devoured the stories eagerly, always there was enough room for more appeasing journeys, unless they were playing, acting out the most recent of the tales they had been held spellbound by. One sun, a newcomer arrived in the boundaries. Resttun was overjoyed to see his closest brother, Denal as he cautiously neared the den. Living life as a kerl, Denal joined the pack and took his place as beta male. He often gave relief to Tena and let her hunt with her mate, while he watched the pups. Throughout the weeks, he proved himself worthy of his place in the pack, and a good companion and protector for the children. They loved to hear his stories, and would sit and listen attentively to him as well as their parents.
One sun, as Aketa and Thall were playing in the shade of a large tree, each lifted their heads and perked their small ears. Denal had lifted his broad, slender cranium and was growling irritably. The sun was intense and searing hot, the parents were snoozing nearby, along with Letin and Denal who was trying his best to slumber. Instantly, they picked themselves up and began to race along a bend of trees that almost seemed to run in a straight line. The pups crested a nearby ridge and peered down at the sleeping pack, smiling broadly at the small forms below them. Suddenly, a small squirrel ran across. Yelping loudly they bounded after the small lera, relishing in the feel and thrill of the chase. Losing the lera up a tree, they began to wander in search of other prey to chase. Was it fate or destiny that led them away from the den, without the sense to try and find landmarks to use later? Whatever it had been, Tor’s will herself, the pups had chased each other away from the den and now were hopelessly lost. Deciding to split up and search, they tried that way. Aketa, her puppyish senses leaving her completely in a trance at the new things around her, forgot where to meet up again. She wandered away, quite by accident. Now she pads on alone…
Age - Four months
Gender - Female
Appearance - Aketa is a scrawny whelp, due to the few days of wandering alone. What little puppy fat remains is transforming into the sleek muscles, her frame though, hardly filled to perfect coordination. Her coat is a unique blend of ivory and silver, bushy and dirty, a reminder of her lengthy travels. Along with this, her pads are worn thin, another telltale sign of her aimless wanderings and searching. Her golden eyes are a deep and rich hue, flecked with limpid blue fragments from her early puppy months (though she is not quite out of them). She is growing into her large paws, now not as clumsy or awkward when she walks or runs.
Personality - The young varg is fiery and keen. Though her puppy impulses dull her awareness of situations, a habit that many of the young tend to grow out of. She’s cunning, sly, and a quick thinker, though she is rather friendly and perhaps overly fond of friends. Though gaunt and scrawny, the young she-varg can hold her own in a even fight, often manipulating her opponent or using their own attacks to her advantage. She loves to play, pouncing and nipping, yelping and barking whenever it’s acceptable. Like all wolves, she loves to hunt but her desires to do so are often overwhelming and may result in an irresistible craving to prowl and stalk the lera.
History - Aketa was born in the late end of winter, when the last of the blizzards were disappearing and the weather was slowly warming. This was her mother’s, Tena’s first litter, she was excited but nervous when the time drew near. Her father, Resttun was a new father and unaware to the many parental issues that faced a mated pair. Mating unusually early, they feared for the arrival of their pups and the harm that could befall them if they arrived too soon. Throughout the early phases of the winter and late autumn, they searched for a den that would serve as shelter for the litter. Soon before the pups were born, they found a small rock hollow in the side of the Carpathian Mountains. It was crammed but incredibly warm inside, Resttun grateful that theirs was a newly forming pack and consisted of only the two mates.
They found the den none too soon. Nearly five suns afterwards, Tena gave birth to four beautiful little pups. Two were males, the largest of the litter. The lighter of the two was given the name Letin, the darker was called Thall. The two girl pups were lighter in coat color, one was also the runt. The light, silver she-pup was named Aketa, and her sister received the name Mai. Each was little, and the killing snows a constant worry for the new parents. Miraculously they survived the last months of the winter, all but little Mai, who opened her eyes but only saw the den and her family before she was buried in the shallow earth.
Often the pups played together, basking in the warming sunshine or cuddling around their mother while she told them a story of Tor and Fenris, the wolf gods, always at odds with Fren. The children devoured the stories eagerly, always there was enough room for more appeasing journeys, unless they were playing, acting out the most recent of the tales they had been held spellbound by. One sun, a newcomer arrived in the boundaries. Resttun was overjoyed to see his closest brother, Denal as he cautiously neared the den. Living life as a kerl, Denal joined the pack and took his place as beta male. He often gave relief to Tena and let her hunt with her mate, while he watched the pups. Throughout the weeks, he proved himself worthy of his place in the pack, and a good companion and protector for the children. They loved to hear his stories, and would sit and listen attentively to him as well as their parents.
One sun, as Aketa and Thall were playing in the shade of a large tree, each lifted their heads and perked their small ears. Denal had lifted his broad, slender cranium and was growling irritably. The sun was intense and searing hot, the parents were snoozing nearby, along with Letin and Denal who was trying his best to slumber. Instantly, they picked themselves up and began to race along a bend of trees that almost seemed to run in a straight line. The pups crested a nearby ridge and peered down at the sleeping pack, smiling broadly at the small forms below them. Suddenly, a small squirrel ran across. Yelping loudly they bounded after the small lera, relishing in the feel and thrill of the chase. Losing the lera up a tree, they began to wander in search of other prey to chase. Was it fate or destiny that led them away from the den, without the sense to try and find landmarks to use later? Whatever it had been, Tor’s will herself, the pups had chased each other away from the den and now were hopelessly lost. Deciding to split up and search, they tried that way. Aketa, her puppyish senses leaving her completely in a trance at the new things around her, forgot where to meet up again. She wandered away, quite by accident. Now she pads on alone…