Post by Nyobe on Jan 12, 2006 20:55:10 GMT -5
Name: Nyobe
Gender: Femme
Species: grey wolf
Age: Five
Color: Shiny white pelt with solid black eyes
Build: Slender but extremely strong, large for her species
Personality: She was once loving and a friend to most. But that has changed since the loss of her pack. Cold, vicious, merciless, of those she is all. Her only weakness is pups, becuase she doesn't want them to be alone like she was.
History:Nyobe came from a respected pack that had it's greatest fall about four years ago. Fire spread through the pack's terriotory. Everything around the pack was dying, and you could hear the cries of Lera in the area. The dragga and drappa, Nyobe's parents, told her ot bring the other pups into the cave. Being the oldest, she had the swiftness and strength....plus she respect her father more than most other pups.
She nodded her head and one by one all five pups were safely in the den. The fire subsided a moment after from some mysterious fog. Her eyes widened in horror as she watched Man come out of this fog. She yelped at the others to stay and bursted outside to help her pack. (<--wont go into details for the sake of queesy people ^^)
So much blood was spilt that night, so many lives lost. During the battle Nyobe was knocked unconcious by a smack from a rifle. As she awoke, the scent of death filled her mind and the blood filled her nose. She opened her eyes, and ran towards the only thing that she could bear to see, her father. He was gone, but by the looks of it he gave his life to protect the pups for he was found at the den entrance. Her eyes were still wide as she looked around at the rest of the battle area. None were left....nothing...burned or murdered. Some were even missing, obviously dragged away for skinning. With a disgusted expression, she walked inside the den carefully. She called out quietly each of their name, "Amoraque, Death, Tyan, Mauri..."
None replied, for there was nothing there. But surprising there wasn't any sign of a pupnapping or struggle. She thought them to be gone....and to this day only two remain, stil unfound...
Gender: Femme
Species: grey wolf
Age: Five
Color: Shiny white pelt with solid black eyes
Build: Slender but extremely strong, large for her species
Personality: She was once loving and a friend to most. But that has changed since the loss of her pack. Cold, vicious, merciless, of those she is all. Her only weakness is pups, becuase she doesn't want them to be alone like she was.
History:Nyobe came from a respected pack that had it's greatest fall about four years ago. Fire spread through the pack's terriotory. Everything around the pack was dying, and you could hear the cries of Lera in the area. The dragga and drappa, Nyobe's parents, told her ot bring the other pups into the cave. Being the oldest, she had the swiftness and strength....plus she respect her father more than most other pups.
She nodded her head and one by one all five pups were safely in the den. The fire subsided a moment after from some mysterious fog. Her eyes widened in horror as she watched Man come out of this fog. She yelped at the others to stay and bursted outside to help her pack. (<--wont go into details for the sake of queesy people ^^)
So much blood was spilt that night, so many lives lost. During the battle Nyobe was knocked unconcious by a smack from a rifle. As she awoke, the scent of death filled her mind and the blood filled her nose. She opened her eyes, and ran towards the only thing that she could bear to see, her father. He was gone, but by the looks of it he gave his life to protect the pups for he was found at the den entrance. Her eyes were still wide as she looked around at the rest of the battle area. None were left....nothing...burned or murdered. Some were even missing, obviously dragged away for skinning. With a disgusted expression, she walked inside the den carefully. She called out quietly each of their name, "Amoraque, Death, Tyan, Mauri..."
None replied, for there was nothing there. But surprising there wasn't any sign of a pupnapping or struggle. She thought them to be gone....and to this day only two remain, stil unfound...
