Post by aveline on Aug 9, 2006 17:31:12 GMT -5
AVELINE
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name. Aveline
gender. Female
age. Four months
birthday. April
other. Spirited. Lively. Often times a theif.
appearance. Robust, lean, and gangly like most pups with fur tinged with hues of cream and gray, defining an otherwise average pelt. Her blue eyes have since changed to a very pale green, and her long nose and big paws are beginning to come into proportion. Otherwise the dimensions of her body and the color of her fur stick to the norm; she's nothing special and is all the better for it.
history. Much unlike her appearance, however all too common in these parts of the country, her past is certainly nothing to scoff at. Tramatic, dramatic, and any other words that end in a-t-i-c, the past has certainly been a domineering factor in the current course and all aspects of her life.
Aveline was born sometime in the month of April. Her father was the Dragga of his pack, and her mother was beta. It was a particularly happy existance for the first few weeks. Her eyesight and hearing developed more, and her grammar began to evolve. One big happy family with not a care in the world and everything provided from them as if from a divine being. The pack lived from scraps of meat already provided for them, and grew fat in their own feasting.
And then the sickness started to spread. At first, it was the eldest wolves who fell to some disease in the form of a serious virus. They exposed the contents of their belly, and soon died as a malnourished wolf, in pain and consequent suffering. Then, it was the adults, and soon it was all but the youngest of the varg who had been too young to feed directly from the poisoned deer carcasses.
But fate was not to be outdone by mere instincts and development. Soon, all but one of the cubs had perished from malnourishment from dead parents and cold and their own disfunctioning immune system to common flues. Aveline was the last left of her pack, and as she sat within the confines of the den, weak and half-dead, her savior appeared from the ashes of hope.
He was an old Kerl, and he had happened to be wandering through the old pack borders, confused and sickened by the smell of decay from his kind. But his curiousity had stolen him close enough to the den that he found Aveline. Without a second thought, he spirited her away and helped her live for the next few months. However, his spirit was truly one meant to be alone, and soon he abandoned her, a healthy cub in a world of superstition and darkness: Transylvania.
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