Post by Phyco on Jan 31, 2006 16:05:44 GMT -5
I huntred for my dubbance...
... I wanted it...
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[/color]Alegriae
Awaiting a allaince
Femmora
Alegriae is a black wolf, with a white mark across each of her eyes. With silky ebon fur she wears twoleg's hunted treasure as she calls it over her ears from when a human owned her as a hunting wolf, sled lead, and fighting canine. Her paws are pretty big. She is also very smallish for a wolf. Distinctive coloured tribal marks are burned, and stained on her face forever.
A quick-thinking fem Alegriae has always found her name, Joy, ironic. Thus explained in her Desolation. Alegriae is a fem skilled in much, she is observant and quiet as it comes by in need. Alegriae is an intelligent fem with a natural flair for hunting, she has learnt to fend and survive on her own from a young age. Cunning and sly when approaching foe Alegriae is a bold fem whom is seeking both a pack and -secretly- a mate.
As a pup, Alegriae was abandoned. A old seer took her in, the varg was good, and pure, it dubbed her a name. Then later, the balkar came and kiled the varg, as it was a relative to the fortune-teller Tsinga. The seer had hidden Alegriae well, she remained unfound by the Balkar. Though they had heard of her existance and hunted to kill, they had not found her.
Alegriae had come and found the seer whom had been as a mother to Alegriae, dead. But this was at a cost just for this knowledge, as this move had been pradicted. A balkar guard had been left at the killing spot, and had soon rooted out Alegriae, with a dilinquent lucifer dark movement it advanced on the still-young fem whom at the time knew her name and its meaning.
The Balkar brujo lunged forwards with a vicious twisting motion. Alegriae was struck firmly on the carania, blood seeping from the head-wound she stumbled back, but did not cry out, flee, or fall. At the point the brujo of balkar though her either, stunned, stupid, or foolhardily brave. He rounded in for annother attack, Alegriae had already lost her memory from the attack, but not her courage and bravery. She watched the balkar brujo charge at her, seeming like he could not miss the young fem his speed was at its fullist.
Then he found himself slipping, as it was winter, ice had gathered on the ground behind Alegriae, she nimbly sauntered to the side, causing the brujo to charge into the ice. He roared with rage, heaved himself up, and charged again, he was met by a vicious blow. Alegriae had leapt up as he attacked, grabbed his neck with her teeth, and viciously twisted his head to breaking point. A affermative faint click sounded, the brujo sagged. Alegriae gasped with exhertion as blood curculated painfully over her head wound.
She knew the brujo had done the fatal damadge, he had made her loose her memory. She spat down at his carcass, he heard the faint sound of a balkar's howl, she turned, knowing she could not face a whole pack, she fled, off into the forest.
Alegriae soon found that she was known in parts of the forest, the trees whispered a word, just unaudible to her in her ear. After awhile food became too scare for the fem in the forest, she left it for the open. She found a human camp, she smelt fear, danger and death here, but also something else. Food. Her objective's requirement. She needed it, or she would die. It was simple as that, taking a bold step out she breathed in smoothely, as a black streak she jolted across the clearing and into the camp.
She found herself entering a barn, soon as she did growls met her, and chains clanked as sled dogs rose from their fishy meal and lunged at her. Alegriae growled a warning at the dogs and tried to back away, but a twolegged beast had already come, it whirled a chain in paw and struck Alegriae, she tried to confront it, but it was like a paw full of claws of steel. She was knocked senseless.
She awoke caged brutally in a dark place, then a dim light flickkered on. A voice sounded to her. Though she could not find understanding to the words. 'Oi! Frankie! Come o'ver ere, that wolf y'caught with th sleddie's is wake, y'know, the young black 'un!' Annother joined its comrade, they came over, both wore hats and shades, she couldn't read their features. But they both smelt rankly of canine fear. She bristled and snarled at them, hackles rising. She lashed out at them, and lunged forward at the bars, growling savagely. The twolegged beast let out a rummbling laugh. 'Hoho! Just put er wit Kahn an Bonita in er barn! She'd rip em t'peices then take th position!' The other dubbed Frankie seemed to listen intently to this. He too laughed. 'Now THAT's an idea mate, lets do it!' The other seemed concerned for awhile but Frankie soon convinced him.
They hauled her cage to the barn and opened it, both with bleeding hands from her attacks on them. Frankie grunted. 'Huh, lets ope they teatch er some respect too!' Then they left, the canine's in the barn all growled at her again. She merely snarled at them and they were quiet from the young, but far more skilled in all the ways of the wild, and they knew it. She quickly asserted a place with them, and she stole food from them as she knew she must, they were starving her, so that she would be fighting with rage when it came to the battle. She had not counted on meeting Kahn the Akita, and Bonita the hyrbrid so soon. She met them when the humans let her out in a strange pen. It was dark at night, and many twoleddgeds had gathered, she snarled and clashed with teh bars twisting the metal more than a few times.
She turned and face the gate as it rattled, a massive brown akita was shoved it, Alegriae snorted at it. It growled back with no respect. She bristled, the crowd were bostirous they yelled and threw things at the canines to encourage them. Alegriae kept her style though, and allowed Kahn the first move, he charged recklessly at her with brute force. Alegriae slipped to the side and he fell flat as he had prepared for impact. The crowd laughed. Soon it was over, stood triumphant over the massive akita, twice her size, but not as skilled, she had won without a scratch on herself. She then faced the hybrid, whom was also skilled, she received two scars, both identical across both eyes. Alegriae soon rose triumphant again. She fought many times in the pits, then was finally taken out a legend. She was tatooed and burned with marks through agonizing treatments. Golden peircings were place in here ears, and white colour from tatoos were gouged into her two eye scars which Bonita had made.
She soon was placed on the sled team, and through strength she rose to the lead. She led the sled with a feirce compassion. Though one day she saw a white artic brujo chasing a snow rabbit through the snow, her team howled and raced after it, as it was the first reaction to herself. But she could not bear for the brujo to be harmed, she raced after them, and cut back her assistant lead, he fell to the floor with a thump, he had been at the front and she stood over them with a vicious and furious look in her eyes. The white wolf with pale eyes was gone, vanishing like a wisp. She then heard a howl, it spoke to her. 'Alegriae, Joy, Wild Spirit of the Forest!' It was then she knew her name. She greived about it, her memories flooded back. Whoever the varg was, they had known much about her.
She howled back a thank you, not knowing what else to say. She then turned on her team, she delt them all a vicious blow each, and sent them back to the twolegged camp. Earings and all, she then turned, she picked up the brujo's tracks. And then raced after him, he was her only link...
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