Post by drake on May 19, 2005 15:02:20 GMT -5
Name: Drake
Gender: Male
Color: Gray
Eyes: Pure Yellow
Markings: A black slash across his right eye
Height: Slightly tall for his age and being a wolf
Age: About 1 and a half years
History:
To begin with Drake’s past, I will have to go back long time ago. When she was just born…<br>It happened on a cool Spring night, just before dawn, the sky to the East was just beginning to glow a faint pink. Deep in the woods, huddled under an oak where a den lay. The song of life once more sang out.
A family of wolves squeezed in together, all straining to see into the darkness that now hid a she-wolf, which just now, became a mother. Her body was curled around the three little bodies, her tongue gently licking them. Her newborn children all blind and deaf to this world. Knowing only knowing of their eyelids that now separated them from light. They silently nursed, drinking their mother’s warm milk, only once or twice squealing in excitement as they pushed another out of the way. None of the others outside came in yet. They knew that these pup’s father would wish to see them first.
Galloping on slender yet strong legs the Dragga came to view. His tongue hanging from his mouth as he panted. Padding over to the mouth of the cave. The wolves bowed as the Alpha passed by. All of there eyes watching as he dipped his head and disappeared into the shadows. The male quietly came inside; the she-wolf growling slightly but relaxing as she saw it was only her mate. Her tail wagged weakly in greeting. He looked down upon them; a big grin turned the corners of his lips. Three pups, three healthy pups! Each wore the bold silvery gray coat of their parents. However the parents did not care of this unique coloration. The Dragga lowered his head touching each cub, but when his muzzle brushed against the one that had a faint splinter of black over his right eye a strange feeling passed over him. He backed away flustered. Something was different about that one, besides the strange mark. He backed out of the den and allowed the others to crowd in. All eager to see the newborn cubs. He walked off into the shadows; still the strange sense followed him.
The three pups grew quickly, just as any children seem to do. One day they are laying there on the ground helpless, and the next they are blindly padding around. It took less than a week for their eyes to open. Another wave of joy passed over the family. The other two had the brilliant limpid blue that all pups had when born. While the other he-wolf’s optics were already a shade of gold. This was strange for such a young cub. His father was the only one who really observed these bizarre traits. Not long after this the children were introduced to the world. Finally they were able to go outside of the dirt walls of their little home. Blinking in the new light they saw the Earth for the first time. The new colors and shapes rising all around them. The magnificent beauty of it all awed them.
So the trio took their first steps out and soon it was playtime for all. Once more though the whelp with the yellow eyes proved once more he was very different. Instead of romping off with his brother and sister he stayed behind. Walking over to the edge of the forest and staring onto it’s depths. His head was usually drooped over and his eyes cast down. Now this caught the attention of all the pack’s eyes. Why would he act like this? They all pondered.
It seemed only in a day that a month zoomed by. Then another passed in no time. The pups began to grow even faster. Their legs soon were longer, and their paws looking much too big. And it was now the time to name the three. The little silver female received the name Eclipse and the male was called Dranon. But the other seemed to be unable to name. Nothing seemed to fit him. His mother struggled to find one until his father came forward.
"Drake. We shall name him Drake." The Drappa shivered, in the sacred language of their kind Drake meant death. She stared at her mate, why would he name him so? She mused. But he had seen enough of his son’s ways. They had already once been hunting, and it was when the child had pounced on a mouse and then turn away from it as it slowly died. It took no time to know his name. The rest of the pack accepted the titles and introduced the cubs into the pack. That night they all tipped their muzzled to the sky and howled the song of the Naming. The ceremony came and passed swiftly and the mother pushed her cubs into the den.
Drake walked in and lay down, but kept his eyes open. While his bother and sister drifted off into sleep he remained awake. For many nights now he has had strange dreams, not scary but strange. It had been of a figure, all black with blood red eyes. It came in the shape of a wolf. He seemed like a living shadow of fire. He whispered things to him, of death, of blood. To kill. With every night he has had this apparition he has had thoughts. Every time he gazes upon her brother or sister he can almost see the blood flowing through their veins. He felt like he could almost taste it. Every thing he saw seemed to be so susceptible. So easy to just slice their throat, like the mouse, and let it die. Slowly his eyelids drooped and he became limp as sleep took hold of her. The darkness of night growing.
In the grass the cubs played, Drake joined the fun. All of them nipping at each other and tugging at their ears. But he seemed to wrestle a little more fiercely. Instead of a playful nibbles he seemed to bite and tear. His fights appear to be serious, as if he was trying to defend himself, for real. His brother, who was larger than Eclipse or Drake always won, but now with him playing his brother always slunk off with bloody scratches and bites. Once more his father saw this and growled, something was very wrong with the child he sired.
Gender: Male
Color: Gray
Eyes: Pure Yellow
Markings: A black slash across his right eye
Height: Slightly tall for his age and being a wolf
Age: About 1 and a half years
History:
To begin with Drake’s past, I will have to go back long time ago. When she was just born…<br>It happened on a cool Spring night, just before dawn, the sky to the East was just beginning to glow a faint pink. Deep in the woods, huddled under an oak where a den lay. The song of life once more sang out.
A family of wolves squeezed in together, all straining to see into the darkness that now hid a she-wolf, which just now, became a mother. Her body was curled around the three little bodies, her tongue gently licking them. Her newborn children all blind and deaf to this world. Knowing only knowing of their eyelids that now separated them from light. They silently nursed, drinking their mother’s warm milk, only once or twice squealing in excitement as they pushed another out of the way. None of the others outside came in yet. They knew that these pup’s father would wish to see them first.
Galloping on slender yet strong legs the Dragga came to view. His tongue hanging from his mouth as he panted. Padding over to the mouth of the cave. The wolves bowed as the Alpha passed by. All of there eyes watching as he dipped his head and disappeared into the shadows. The male quietly came inside; the she-wolf growling slightly but relaxing as she saw it was only her mate. Her tail wagged weakly in greeting. He looked down upon them; a big grin turned the corners of his lips. Three pups, three healthy pups! Each wore the bold silvery gray coat of their parents. However the parents did not care of this unique coloration. The Dragga lowered his head touching each cub, but when his muzzle brushed against the one that had a faint splinter of black over his right eye a strange feeling passed over him. He backed away flustered. Something was different about that one, besides the strange mark. He backed out of the den and allowed the others to crowd in. All eager to see the newborn cubs. He walked off into the shadows; still the strange sense followed him.
The three pups grew quickly, just as any children seem to do. One day they are laying there on the ground helpless, and the next they are blindly padding around. It took less than a week for their eyes to open. Another wave of joy passed over the family. The other two had the brilliant limpid blue that all pups had when born. While the other he-wolf’s optics were already a shade of gold. This was strange for such a young cub. His father was the only one who really observed these bizarre traits. Not long after this the children were introduced to the world. Finally they were able to go outside of the dirt walls of their little home. Blinking in the new light they saw the Earth for the first time. The new colors and shapes rising all around them. The magnificent beauty of it all awed them.
So the trio took their first steps out and soon it was playtime for all. Once more though the whelp with the yellow eyes proved once more he was very different. Instead of romping off with his brother and sister he stayed behind. Walking over to the edge of the forest and staring onto it’s depths. His head was usually drooped over and his eyes cast down. Now this caught the attention of all the pack’s eyes. Why would he act like this? They all pondered.
It seemed only in a day that a month zoomed by. Then another passed in no time. The pups began to grow even faster. Their legs soon were longer, and their paws looking much too big. And it was now the time to name the three. The little silver female received the name Eclipse and the male was called Dranon. But the other seemed to be unable to name. Nothing seemed to fit him. His mother struggled to find one until his father came forward.
"Drake. We shall name him Drake." The Drappa shivered, in the sacred language of their kind Drake meant death. She stared at her mate, why would he name him so? She mused. But he had seen enough of his son’s ways. They had already once been hunting, and it was when the child had pounced on a mouse and then turn away from it as it slowly died. It took no time to know his name. The rest of the pack accepted the titles and introduced the cubs into the pack. That night they all tipped their muzzled to the sky and howled the song of the Naming. The ceremony came and passed swiftly and the mother pushed her cubs into the den.
Drake walked in and lay down, but kept his eyes open. While his bother and sister drifted off into sleep he remained awake. For many nights now he has had strange dreams, not scary but strange. It had been of a figure, all black with blood red eyes. It came in the shape of a wolf. He seemed like a living shadow of fire. He whispered things to him, of death, of blood. To kill. With every night he has had this apparition he has had thoughts. Every time he gazes upon her brother or sister he can almost see the blood flowing through their veins. He felt like he could almost taste it. Every thing he saw seemed to be so susceptible. So easy to just slice their throat, like the mouse, and let it die. Slowly his eyelids drooped and he became limp as sleep took hold of her. The darkness of night growing.
In the grass the cubs played, Drake joined the fun. All of them nipping at each other and tugging at their ears. But he seemed to wrestle a little more fiercely. Instead of a playful nibbles he seemed to bite and tear. His fights appear to be serious, as if he was trying to defend himself, for real. His brother, who was larger than Eclipse or Drake always won, but now with him playing his brother always slunk off with bloody scratches and bites. Once more his father saw this and growled, something was very wrong with the child he sired.