Post by x.X.Aurora.X.x on Jan 26, 2008 10:55:43 GMT -5
Name: Aurora
Age: 2 winters
Breed: Arctic Wolf
Gender: Femme
Peltage: Aurora carries a cloak made up of a fine snow-white, like most arctic wolves, that is rough from the wilderness but somewhat softer around her muzzle from her warm breath. Her front left paw is a pitch midnight black, though, and what she has always considered a curse. A frightning zig-zag scar marks her muzzle, an unwanted tribute to the escape from her past. But, like everything about her, she carries it with pride now.
Eye color: Aurora has a clear, sharp, glistening blue color that seems to have an almost jewel-like quality to it. It is said that at times her eyes flash a deep emerald, but that is a myth. And she tries dearly to forget seeing it in her reflection in the water once.
Dragga: Denom
Drappa: Clena
Siblings:
Sisters:
-Karuna
White like Aurora, but her front right paw is entirely black. Scorching emerald flame orbs.
-Temma
Entirely white and entirely normal. A plain, mild amber eye color
Brothers:
-Kafu
A yellowish-white with a deep russet splash on his sleek and powerful muzzle from his ancestry. Denom sported the same splash. He is a dragga with bright, intelligent amber eyes.
-Hize
Mostly white with his underbelly glazed with yellow. He has weak, bland muddy brown eyes. The Sikla of all of them
Personality: Aurora has a strong heart and a defiant pride. She is a strong drappa shaped by her hard ships and the wildness of nature. She has extreme values and truly believes that she can do anything. If she wants to. She may seem sturdy, but sometimes, alone in the forest at night, her past will come crashing down on her like some sort of beast, trying to take her life away. Only then is she weak. But she won't let go that easy, she won't break. Not yet. Her courage has no end and her only fear is her own pack, even Karuna.
History: A pure white, frosty, snow-dusted drappa lay exhausted on her side, six tiny pups curled up to her side, two especially tucked into the folds of her warm fur. The wind whistled with a tired voice, echoing off of the walls of the ice cave she was in.
"Can I come see now?" a soft but faintly anxious voice murmured from above. After much thought, the drappa answered.
"Fine. But only because we must soon be out of here," she answered reluctantly. It was much too early for him to see the pups. He was Denom, the dragga of the pack and her faithful mate. He climbed down stealthily, pride simply radiating from his muscular body. He reached her and nuzzled her neck then analyzed his pups.
"Clena!" he gasped when he found that one pup was weak and limp, lifeless. He tried to rouse it with his nose, but it was useless.
"Yes?" she replied calmly, stubbornly refusing to accept it. Like she always did with everything. The poor mother had still tried to suckle the stillborn, unsuccessfully. Denom took it by the neck then commanded a pack member to bury it. He was back in an instance. One of the pups scooted out from its mother, full. It slowly curled up and went to sleep. But Denom's eyes hadn't missed the black spot he had seen. It had been on the pup. Denom had always been very superstitious and when it came to marks, there was a code. Russet meant strong. Gray meant weak. Black meant cursed. He rushed to the little ball of helpless white fur and yanked it from it's mother, putting it to one side of the cave.
"Any more?" he hissed, it was obvious Clena had known of this, just as she'd known of the the dead pup. Stubborn.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," she said cooly, her eyes closed. He barked angrily and her eyelids snapped open immediately. She noticed at once that one of her pups was missing. Taken. She growled.
"Back away. Now. And give me back my pup."
"Clena, it's a misunderstanding. That one will hurt you," he whispered soothingly. She wasn't going to take it.
"Denom! Giv-" But before she could say any more, he snatched at each one of the pups hastily, taking his chance to check them. Clena was barking madly, too weak to get up. They had been traveling to avoid storms since late fall, when she first pregnant, and the pups had come midwinter. No matter how good an arctic wolf was in the cold, an arctic winter was still harsh and made it hard to find prey.
He nabbed one other pup roughly, tossing it to the side with it's sister. It yelped piteously, almost at the same time as its mother.
"Clena. These are no longer your pups. They will live, but they will be outcasts," he growled darkly, casting an evil glare at the two black-pawed she-pups. He grabbed them by their necks and hurtled them out of the cave, trotting quickly. Clena could barely here him order the female Sikla to nurse the two misfits from now on and dig another ice cave in the ground. He didn't come back. The anger and pain began to ebb away, replaced with sorrow and betrayal in Clena's heart. She sat and weeped until she slept, heavy with misery, next to the three pups she had left.
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Karuna and Aurora were raised with as much anger and rejection as possible, as Denom had promised so faithfully, and were kept far away as insanely possible from Clena and her other pups. But Karuna and Aurora then found it necassary to construct a stronger bond between themselves, Friends forever. Clena had chosen her mate over the pups she had never known, and soon forgot about them, too. They were barred from her with her stubbornness now. Their Sikla guardian soon died, and as soon as that happened, they were banned from the pack- as Denom had planned would happen in the end. They tried with all they had within themselves to keep together, stay together as two Kerls. But Tor and Fenris wouldn't let that happen. And so, one morning Aurora awoke to find that the sister she'd always treasured above all things was gone. No tracks, no scents, she was utterly alone in the snow. With anger and unfairness,the marked wolf ran away from the icy lands that had iced over the wolves' there's hearts and tried to run away from the path that had ripped her apart. A wicked fight with another Kerl left the crude mark on her muzzle: a frightening zig-zag scar from its claws. But after that, she kept moving. On and on Aurora ran, with fear and murder marking not only her muzzle, but her heart. She stopped at one point, breathed hard and realized, with some uneasiness, that she had to accept her past and start over. That was then. So here she was, today, ready to start over. But somehow scared to see again the close bonds of a pack.
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Age: 2 winters
Breed: Arctic Wolf
Gender: Femme
Peltage: Aurora carries a cloak made up of a fine snow-white, like most arctic wolves, that is rough from the wilderness but somewhat softer around her muzzle from her warm breath. Her front left paw is a pitch midnight black, though, and what she has always considered a curse. A frightning zig-zag scar marks her muzzle, an unwanted tribute to the escape from her past. But, like everything about her, she carries it with pride now.
Eye color: Aurora has a clear, sharp, glistening blue color that seems to have an almost jewel-like quality to it. It is said that at times her eyes flash a deep emerald, but that is a myth. And she tries dearly to forget seeing it in her reflection in the water once.
Dragga: Denom
Drappa: Clena
Siblings:
Sisters:
-Karuna
White like Aurora, but her front right paw is entirely black. Scorching emerald flame orbs.
-Temma
Entirely white and entirely normal. A plain, mild amber eye color
Brothers:
-Kafu
A yellowish-white with a deep russet splash on his sleek and powerful muzzle from his ancestry. Denom sported the same splash. He is a dragga with bright, intelligent amber eyes.
-Hize
Mostly white with his underbelly glazed with yellow. He has weak, bland muddy brown eyes. The Sikla of all of them
Personality: Aurora has a strong heart and a defiant pride. She is a strong drappa shaped by her hard ships and the wildness of nature. She has extreme values and truly believes that she can do anything. If she wants to. She may seem sturdy, but sometimes, alone in the forest at night, her past will come crashing down on her like some sort of beast, trying to take her life away. Only then is she weak. But she won't let go that easy, she won't break. Not yet. Her courage has no end and her only fear is her own pack, even Karuna.
History: A pure white, frosty, snow-dusted drappa lay exhausted on her side, six tiny pups curled up to her side, two especially tucked into the folds of her warm fur. The wind whistled with a tired voice, echoing off of the walls of the ice cave she was in.
"Can I come see now?" a soft but faintly anxious voice murmured from above. After much thought, the drappa answered.
"Fine. But only because we must soon be out of here," she answered reluctantly. It was much too early for him to see the pups. He was Denom, the dragga of the pack and her faithful mate. He climbed down stealthily, pride simply radiating from his muscular body. He reached her and nuzzled her neck then analyzed his pups.
"Clena!" he gasped when he found that one pup was weak and limp, lifeless. He tried to rouse it with his nose, but it was useless.
"Yes?" she replied calmly, stubbornly refusing to accept it. Like she always did with everything. The poor mother had still tried to suckle the stillborn, unsuccessfully. Denom took it by the neck then commanded a pack member to bury it. He was back in an instance. One of the pups scooted out from its mother, full. It slowly curled up and went to sleep. But Denom's eyes hadn't missed the black spot he had seen. It had been on the pup. Denom had always been very superstitious and when it came to marks, there was a code. Russet meant strong. Gray meant weak. Black meant cursed. He rushed to the little ball of helpless white fur and yanked it from it's mother, putting it to one side of the cave.
"Any more?" he hissed, it was obvious Clena had known of this, just as she'd known of the the dead pup. Stubborn.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," she said cooly, her eyes closed. He barked angrily and her eyelids snapped open immediately. She noticed at once that one of her pups was missing. Taken. She growled.
"Back away. Now. And give me back my pup."
"Clena, it's a misunderstanding. That one will hurt you," he whispered soothingly. She wasn't going to take it.
"Denom! Giv-" But before she could say any more, he snatched at each one of the pups hastily, taking his chance to check them. Clena was barking madly, too weak to get up. They had been traveling to avoid storms since late fall, when she first pregnant, and the pups had come midwinter. No matter how good an arctic wolf was in the cold, an arctic winter was still harsh and made it hard to find prey.
He nabbed one other pup roughly, tossing it to the side with it's sister. It yelped piteously, almost at the same time as its mother.
"Clena. These are no longer your pups. They will live, but they will be outcasts," he growled darkly, casting an evil glare at the two black-pawed she-pups. He grabbed them by their necks and hurtled them out of the cave, trotting quickly. Clena could barely here him order the female Sikla to nurse the two misfits from now on and dig another ice cave in the ground. He didn't come back. The anger and pain began to ebb away, replaced with sorrow and betrayal in Clena's heart. She sat and weeped until she slept, heavy with misery, next to the three pups she had left.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Karuna and Aurora were raised with as much anger and rejection as possible, as Denom had promised so faithfully, and were kept far away as insanely possible from Clena and her other pups. But Karuna and Aurora then found it necassary to construct a stronger bond between themselves, Friends forever. Clena had chosen her mate over the pups she had never known, and soon forgot about them, too. They were barred from her with her stubbornness now. Their Sikla guardian soon died, and as soon as that happened, they were banned from the pack- as Denom had planned would happen in the end. They tried with all they had within themselves to keep together, stay together as two Kerls. But Tor and Fenris wouldn't let that happen. And so, one morning Aurora awoke to find that the sister she'd always treasured above all things was gone. No tracks, no scents, she was utterly alone in the snow. With anger and unfairness,the marked wolf ran away from the icy lands that had iced over the wolves' there's hearts and tried to run away from the path that had ripped her apart. A wicked fight with another Kerl left the crude mark on her muzzle: a frightening zig-zag scar from its claws. But after that, she kept moving. On and on Aurora ran, with fear and murder marking not only her muzzle, but her heart. She stopped at one point, breathed hard and realized, with some uneasiness, that she had to accept her past and start over. That was then. So here she was, today, ready to start over. But somehow scared to see again the close bonds of a pack.
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DOOOONE!!!
