Post by Mayan on Apr 1, 2005 21:26:23 GMT -5
(Okay, here goes. 
Name: Mayan (taken from pack title, true name unknown.)
Name: Sharhan (see: History)
Age: Middle age, bordering on old. Sharhan's fire seems to stimulate her, so she has aged more gracefully than some.
Coloration: Coat is off-white, and crisscrossed by a lattice of black scars. Her eyes are a fiery scarlet, and glow in both day and night. (see: History)
Personality: Mayan is kind and caring, though has grown more hardened and wary in latter years. Sharhan-her alter ego-is unpredictable. Sometimes she seems like a cunning mastermind and others like a drooling, maddened fool.
Geneology: Birth daughter to Kinich and Itza, birth sibling to Chac, Ahua, and Tenoch. Adopted daughter of Zephyr and Zhentee, adopted sibling to Kain, Dan, Zarah, Raven, and Aztec. Mother to Black Aspen.
History: The den on the mountain was a cheery place. The Mayan pack lived well in their rocky home, even though the group was large. Their hunting trails ranged up and down Transylvania's peaks. The Dragga of the Mayan pack, Kinich, and Drappa, Itza, ruled with a firm paw. The main den was kept open and free of clutter, and sentries, called Shadows, roamed the hills. A small human village lay nestled in the foothills, and was a constant worry for the pack. Every year the humans inched a little further into the mountains and closer to the Mayan pack's home.
One season, Itza bore a litter of four healthy pups. The two males she named Chac and Tenoch, and the females were named Ahua and --. As soon as they were old enough to understand, the pups were presented with these names. Everyone accepted their title but the smaller female. To her parents' suprise, she shook her tiny white head and refused the name her parents had selected.
"I dunno, Mama," she said, "It just doesn't feel right."
However reluctant, the nameless pup's parents were forced to accept her existence without a title. In the Mayan pack, the wisdom of the smallest cub is respected and treated as valid and rational. So, Itza and Kinich took to calling their daughter simply "Pup." The small, white female was fine with this, and life went on. One spring, as their parents hunted, Chac and Pup played outside of the den. Tenoch and Ahua slept inside, and didn’t seem interested in cavorting in the warm sun, so Pup and Chac made do with just the two of them. They tussled and tumbled this way and that, nipping at tails and ears playfully. Pup saw an opening and dove at her brother’s back, a miniature white cannonball plowing into her black target. Chac yipped in surprise and tumbled down a small hill. Laughing, Pup pursued him through the loam. Chac scrambled to his small feet and ran at his sister, but before he got there, he simply disappeared! With a cry, Pup ran to the spot.
“Chac!” she cried, “Are you okay?”<br>“Yes!” Chac’s voice rang out from somewhere below, “I found a cave! You have to see this!”<br>Pup hesitated for a moment, then dove through the Chac-sized hole in the bracken. She fell for a moment, then landed on a soft pile of leaves with a thump. Her brother was waiting for her. She looked up at the hole through which they had come. It seemed incredibly far away.
“Chac…. How do we get out?”<br>“I dunno, sis,” he said, preoccupied, “but look at that!”<br>Pup followed his gaze to the middle of the cave. It was a large cavern, and blossoming upward from the floor was a magnificent spire of ice. Its top stood nearly one hundred feet in the air, but still did not touch the cavern’s ceiling. The frozen pillar was clear and pristine, and the two vargs could see their reflection undistorted on its surface.
“C’mon, Pup. Lets check it out.”<br>Pup, entranced, followed Chac to the beautiful and impossible structure. As they neared it, the pups could see a flight of stairs led up the side of the monolith to its flat apex. Hesitantly, they began climbing.
Minutes later they reached the top. It was small; there was barely enough room for both of them to stand there at once, and much of it was dominated by a pool of water. Somehow, this pool had formed at the top of the spire and it contained-
“A varg!” Pup cried.
Indeed, in the bottom of the shallow pool lay a dead varg, perfectly preserved. His brown fur waved slightly with the water’s subtle movements, and his paws were splayed, like he had simply collapsed there. What stuck the siblings hardest, however, were the scars that traced their way over the varg’s body. Some were small and some were large and gaping, but apparently the rubbing of black ash and soot into the wounds had preserved all.
“Why would someone want to show off such horrible marks?” whispered Chac.
“And why would he climb all the way up here to die? Because he drowned, Tor and Fenris will never find him.” said Pup. “I wonder…”
Hesitantly, she reached a paw toward the water. The moment her trembling claw touched the pool’s surface, everything changed. The dead varg’s eyes opened to reveal glowing scarlet orbs and his jaws flashed, clamping on to Pup’s paw. Frantically, she tried to pull away, but the yellowed teeth sunk into her flesh like meat hooks. Pup’s eyes locked with those of the dead varg, and the whole world disappeared in a haze of fire. A voice rang like a death knell in her mind.
[glow=orange,2,300]“I LIVE!!! Sharhan has prevailed!”[/glow]
Name: Mayan (taken from pack title, true name unknown.)
Name: Sharhan (see: History)
Age: Middle age, bordering on old. Sharhan's fire seems to stimulate her, so she has aged more gracefully than some.
Coloration: Coat is off-white, and crisscrossed by a lattice of black scars. Her eyes are a fiery scarlet, and glow in both day and night. (see: History)
Personality: Mayan is kind and caring, though has grown more hardened and wary in latter years. Sharhan-her alter ego-is unpredictable. Sometimes she seems like a cunning mastermind and others like a drooling, maddened fool.
Geneology: Birth daughter to Kinich and Itza, birth sibling to Chac, Ahua, and Tenoch. Adopted daughter of Zephyr and Zhentee, adopted sibling to Kain, Dan, Zarah, Raven, and Aztec. Mother to Black Aspen.
History: The den on the mountain was a cheery place. The Mayan pack lived well in their rocky home, even though the group was large. Their hunting trails ranged up and down Transylvania's peaks. The Dragga of the Mayan pack, Kinich, and Drappa, Itza, ruled with a firm paw. The main den was kept open and free of clutter, and sentries, called Shadows, roamed the hills. A small human village lay nestled in the foothills, and was a constant worry for the pack. Every year the humans inched a little further into the mountains and closer to the Mayan pack's home.
One season, Itza bore a litter of four healthy pups. The two males she named Chac and Tenoch, and the females were named Ahua and --. As soon as they were old enough to understand, the pups were presented with these names. Everyone accepted their title but the smaller female. To her parents' suprise, she shook her tiny white head and refused the name her parents had selected.
"I dunno, Mama," she said, "It just doesn't feel right."
However reluctant, the nameless pup's parents were forced to accept her existence without a title. In the Mayan pack, the wisdom of the smallest cub is respected and treated as valid and rational. So, Itza and Kinich took to calling their daughter simply "Pup." The small, white female was fine with this, and life went on. One spring, as their parents hunted, Chac and Pup played outside of the den. Tenoch and Ahua slept inside, and didn’t seem interested in cavorting in the warm sun, so Pup and Chac made do with just the two of them. They tussled and tumbled this way and that, nipping at tails and ears playfully. Pup saw an opening and dove at her brother’s back, a miniature white cannonball plowing into her black target. Chac yipped in surprise and tumbled down a small hill. Laughing, Pup pursued him through the loam. Chac scrambled to his small feet and ran at his sister, but before he got there, he simply disappeared! With a cry, Pup ran to the spot.
“Chac!” she cried, “Are you okay?”<br>“Yes!” Chac’s voice rang out from somewhere below, “I found a cave! You have to see this!”<br>Pup hesitated for a moment, then dove through the Chac-sized hole in the bracken. She fell for a moment, then landed on a soft pile of leaves with a thump. Her brother was waiting for her. She looked up at the hole through which they had come. It seemed incredibly far away.
“Chac…. How do we get out?”<br>“I dunno, sis,” he said, preoccupied, “but look at that!”<br>Pup followed his gaze to the middle of the cave. It was a large cavern, and blossoming upward from the floor was a magnificent spire of ice. Its top stood nearly one hundred feet in the air, but still did not touch the cavern’s ceiling. The frozen pillar was clear and pristine, and the two vargs could see their reflection undistorted on its surface.
“C’mon, Pup. Lets check it out.”<br>Pup, entranced, followed Chac to the beautiful and impossible structure. As they neared it, the pups could see a flight of stairs led up the side of the monolith to its flat apex. Hesitantly, they began climbing.
Minutes later they reached the top. It was small; there was barely enough room for both of them to stand there at once, and much of it was dominated by a pool of water. Somehow, this pool had formed at the top of the spire and it contained-
“A varg!” Pup cried.
Indeed, in the bottom of the shallow pool lay a dead varg, perfectly preserved. His brown fur waved slightly with the water’s subtle movements, and his paws were splayed, like he had simply collapsed there. What stuck the siblings hardest, however, were the scars that traced their way over the varg’s body. Some were small and some were large and gaping, but apparently the rubbing of black ash and soot into the wounds had preserved all.
“Why would someone want to show off such horrible marks?” whispered Chac.
“And why would he climb all the way up here to die? Because he drowned, Tor and Fenris will never find him.” said Pup. “I wonder…”
Hesitantly, she reached a paw toward the water. The moment her trembling claw touched the pool’s surface, everything changed. The dead varg’s eyes opened to reveal glowing scarlet orbs and his jaws flashed, clamping on to Pup’s paw. Frantically, she tried to pull away, but the yellowed teeth sunk into her flesh like meat hooks. Pup’s eyes locked with those of the dead varg, and the whole world disappeared in a haze of fire. A voice rang like a death knell in her mind.
[glow=orange,2,300]“I LIVE!!! Sharhan has prevailed!”[/glow]
