Post by Kahna on Apr 23, 2005 15:35:22 GMT -5
- - Kahna - -
Pronunciation: Cha-na
Aliases: Kahnie, Kah (pronounced: Cha-nie, Cha)
Gender: Female
Status: Kerl of a cub
Age: Currently thirteen moons [months] old
Species: Canis lupus arctos - - Arctic Wolf of the North
First home and birth pack: Kahna lived on the arctic tundra of Alaska for the first couple of months in her life. Her birth pack consisted of her mother Shakahnis, her father Ecentile, the beta and Ecentile's sister Krit, her brother Zahnikus, and the Sikla Nsiku.
Appearence: Most of her pelt is white, but her tail, left ear tip, and three of her paws (all but back right paw) are a dark blackish gray. Over her right eye is a vertical scar, and its iris is a pale greenish-blue, but the left iris is a pure shade of gold. Her fur is often tattered and messy; she is lithe, vixen-like, and her build is small, even for a wolf cub.
Personality: Kahna is confident, strong willed, dedicated, self-deterministic, stubborn, judgemental, defiant, uncompromising, cold, and harsh. Athough she would never admit it, she loves listning to stories, and is often quiet and brooding. When any wolf offers help her hunt she will glare at it and bare her teeth.
Life (Condensed version, Kahna's point of veiw):
I was exactly one year old when the whole mess called my "past" started.
My mother, Shakahnis and my father, Ecentile, had taken and me my brother Zahnikus, the beta Krit, the Sikla Nsiku onto the Alaskan tundra to hunt. We had gone only three-quarters of a mile from the den, Mother teaching me nad Zahnikus of the diffrent shrubs that could be used as hiding spots and prey's habits for the thousandth time, when we came upon the humans. A small ridge separated us from Man, but the wind blew in Man's favor and none of us ever cought their scent until they were over the ridge.
The humans were hunting wolves, not for the pelts or their people's recognition, but for them to be alive for reasons unknown to me then. These men had traveled across the Bering Sea from a land called Russia in the east, I learned later on. We tried to run away, but the humans had come too close to us.
The humans put blankets over our cages and carried us places we could not see, and ocationally they would throw in pieces of meat or shove bowls of water between metal bars. I remeber not liking this treatment at all. Even though they fed us, we still became weak from lack of exercise.
When they finally let me out half a moon later, I walked into a big enclosed place with humans all around me. There was grass under my paws and the sun was shining brightly, but I could tell I was trapped in a wooden fence. The humans yelled all around me, and one of them cut my back and made me stagger forward. And it was then that I noticed another cub in front of me. He was big, a little bit bigger then I was, the same age just about, and had a black pelt and was very angry for some reason. He leapt at me with I snarl, so I fought for my life.
And I lived, by some will of Tor, killing him in the process. I do not really remember the details of the fight, but I remember tearing into his belly (that is how I killed him) and the humans yelling. When one of the humans came into the enclosure, I snarled and it made a funny noise and lashed at me with a whip, the thing that had cut me earlier. So I lept at its throut, the way Mother had said would kill a Lera, and I killed it, too, so it would not hurt me again. Then all the humans around me erupted into a frenzy and I remember loud booming noises as I ran away out the open end of the enclosre into the forest nearby.
I ran fast, fast enough to lose them for a while. And now I am wandering around, looking for Mother and Zahnikus. I think the humans are still following me.
