Post by Nadjia on Feb 17, 2006 17:43:50 GMT -5
Dubbance:
Nadjia
Moons Past:
Few, she’s but a whelp
Outer Views:
The creature is still but a small thing, her pelt muddles with different hues of gray and white. Her chest though, remains nothing but black. Though as the small one grows older her pelt will brighten up, most of it to become a soft white, shades of gray and black to itch up her legs and along her back, the tip of her tail shall also be dipped in the dark shades. The dame’s face holds many different markings that will distinguish her slim features once she reaches her full state of adult hood. Which will give the female a slim and tall build one for speed not strength.
The varg’s eyes are quite vividly different; one but a deep golden yellow, the other a clear and light crystal blue.
Now the pup’s body is adorned with many decorations. Around her tail a red bangle with two stars, one gold the other silver. Around her neck a golden collar, a blue half moon hung in the front, which falls in the center of her chest, many gold trinkets line up around causing a jingling sound like a tambourine as she walks.
Her head supports a silken red scarf, the tips frilled. The very center holding a golden sun which usually falls in the middle of her forehead.
Now the jewels aren’t just for show they hold special powders. The stars hold a special sleeping chemical, when banged against one another multiple of times shall release the chemicals. The moon holds chemicals to create colors within a flame. The suns contents remain unknown
Inner Views:
Now the wee one has always felt herself better than the rest. She was brought up as the best and treated like an angel by the humans that cared for her. Because of this she thinks of herself quite highly. Her interactions with other canines are very few so she has no real idea on how to converse with others of her species. Though one would presume when those days come she shall most likely be a little ignorant. Because of her up bringing her temper is most likely to be thin and easily worn out and tempers tantrums could most easily happen. Cruelty is something that might also run in her veins, as kindness is something she has yet to learn.
Stupidity is something most shall think when they come across her. For the whelp knows nothing of the wild and everything she sees in these new untamed lands are foreign and new to her. Questions are things she shall ask a lot. Annoying at times.
But don’t be fooled she is quite intelligent, extremely in fact. She picks up on things quickly and logs information in her head instantaneously. Though this also means she remembers things too, so a few mis-murmured words could be stuck in her head for a life time, making the dame able to hold a grudge for many a moon.
Past Days:
Nadjia is the last known specimen of her breed. She’s part arctic and timber wolf; her generation had been bred over and over to create an intelligent wolf with unique and attractive markings, with multi colored eyes. The people who created the breed sold pups to people for large sums of money for a living.
Sadly though tragedy struck one year as rabies broke out amongst the wolf packs, killing most. Then a storm had come wrecking cage walls, which more wolves escaped from. The only ones not to flee was the eldest male and female who had not the strength to do so. The male passed shortly after the storm from sadness of the loss of his pack mates, the old female lived long enough to give birth to one more single pup. Nadjia.
Now the folks that bred her kind were a small group of gypsies, they had sworn that a curse had set itself upon them but they held not the powers to get rid o fit. So they called in another larger band that held people that specialized in the art of curse removal. So in pay for the removal they gave the other band the newborn pup. Half out of fear in case the young one would carry the cures that destroyed their livelihood.
So up until now Nadjia had grown up amongst humans, the only other animals she came into contact with were the huge draft horses that pulled the cart her family traveled in.
The whelp had just begun training to “dance” and use the powders within her trinkets hanging from her decorations. The dame picked up unusually fast and learned the tricks speedily for her age; she also learned the human language for the most part and picked up on gypsy customs, plus the art of curses.
Though before she could finish her training in the art of wooing villagers and other crowds her cart crashed in the hills of Transylvania. The cart was being pulled around a very slim road on a mountainside and a part of the path gave way, leaving the cart to fall helplessly down the mountainside. Nadjia was thrown from it and knocked unconscious as she fell down the decent of the rocky hill.
When she awoke she was here, in the lands of the fabled “Sight”.
Nadjia
Moons Past:
Few, she’s but a whelp
Outer Views:
The creature is still but a small thing, her pelt muddles with different hues of gray and white. Her chest though, remains nothing but black. Though as the small one grows older her pelt will brighten up, most of it to become a soft white, shades of gray and black to itch up her legs and along her back, the tip of her tail shall also be dipped in the dark shades. The dame’s face holds many different markings that will distinguish her slim features once she reaches her full state of adult hood. Which will give the female a slim and tall build one for speed not strength.
The varg’s eyes are quite vividly different; one but a deep golden yellow, the other a clear and light crystal blue.
Now the pup’s body is adorned with many decorations. Around her tail a red bangle with two stars, one gold the other silver. Around her neck a golden collar, a blue half moon hung in the front, which falls in the center of her chest, many gold trinkets line up around causing a jingling sound like a tambourine as she walks.
Her head supports a silken red scarf, the tips frilled. The very center holding a golden sun which usually falls in the middle of her forehead.
Now the jewels aren’t just for show they hold special powders. The stars hold a special sleeping chemical, when banged against one another multiple of times shall release the chemicals. The moon holds chemicals to create colors within a flame. The suns contents remain unknown
Inner Views:
Now the wee one has always felt herself better than the rest. She was brought up as the best and treated like an angel by the humans that cared for her. Because of this she thinks of herself quite highly. Her interactions with other canines are very few so she has no real idea on how to converse with others of her species. Though one would presume when those days come she shall most likely be a little ignorant. Because of her up bringing her temper is most likely to be thin and easily worn out and tempers tantrums could most easily happen. Cruelty is something that might also run in her veins, as kindness is something she has yet to learn.
Stupidity is something most shall think when they come across her. For the whelp knows nothing of the wild and everything she sees in these new untamed lands are foreign and new to her. Questions are things she shall ask a lot. Annoying at times.
But don’t be fooled she is quite intelligent, extremely in fact. She picks up on things quickly and logs information in her head instantaneously. Though this also means she remembers things too, so a few mis-murmured words could be stuck in her head for a life time, making the dame able to hold a grudge for many a moon.
Past Days:
Nadjia is the last known specimen of her breed. She’s part arctic and timber wolf; her generation had been bred over and over to create an intelligent wolf with unique and attractive markings, with multi colored eyes. The people who created the breed sold pups to people for large sums of money for a living.
Sadly though tragedy struck one year as rabies broke out amongst the wolf packs, killing most. Then a storm had come wrecking cage walls, which more wolves escaped from. The only ones not to flee was the eldest male and female who had not the strength to do so. The male passed shortly after the storm from sadness of the loss of his pack mates, the old female lived long enough to give birth to one more single pup. Nadjia.
Now the folks that bred her kind were a small group of gypsies, they had sworn that a curse had set itself upon them but they held not the powers to get rid o fit. So they called in another larger band that held people that specialized in the art of curse removal. So in pay for the removal they gave the other band the newborn pup. Half out of fear in case the young one would carry the cures that destroyed their livelihood.
So up until now Nadjia had grown up amongst humans, the only other animals she came into contact with were the huge draft horses that pulled the cart her family traveled in.
The whelp had just begun training to “dance” and use the powders within her trinkets hanging from her decorations. The dame picked up unusually fast and learned the tricks speedily for her age; she also learned the human language for the most part and picked up on gypsy customs, plus the art of curses.
Though before she could finish her training in the art of wooing villagers and other crowds her cart crashed in the hills of Transylvania. The cart was being pulled around a very slim road on a mountainside and a part of the path gave way, leaving the cart to fall helplessly down the mountainside. Nadjia was thrown from it and knocked unconscious as she fell down the decent of the rocky hill.
When she awoke she was here, in the lands of the fabled “Sight”.
I likes her, but she can speak nasty twoleg talk? o.o