Post by Tathia on Aug 3, 2005 19:56:11 GMT -5
Name - Tathia
Maturity - Five months
Gender - Female
Persona - An inquisitive, intelligent individual, Tathia is energetic like most pups, and often overexerts herself in games and jovial fun. She is mischievous, daring, and confident. Although possessed with these traits, Tathia adores her solitary time, basking more and more often in the veiled, mysterious fields of her mind.
Guise - To be described roughly, Tathia is a slightly undersized, average gray wolf pup. On the more absolute surface, she is much smaller than the average sized pup her age, although she does possess the same cerulean eyes, if not somewhat darker. Tathia’s fur is a soft golden hue, fading to a fair white on her underside with perfectly, sun golden ears and a bright expression.
History - They were young, and beautiful together, Tathia’s parents, so full of life and zest, seeking for the answers to their questions in a world filled with knowledge. To any eye, they were perfect, held in absolute attractiveness. Tathia’s father, Reguel was a handsome ebony male at the magnificent age of three. He had fought hard to win his mate’s attraction, even if it wasn’t against the more experienced fighters. Though he had an extremely difficult past, he was happy just to be free of his former pack. Reguel was a fighter, an exceptional one at that. And had a passion for a free life, carefree and untroubled. His mate Kaline was a gorgeous, gray with fair golden eyes, and a pretty silver coat. She was only rounding the age of two and desired to settle down and have a family. After a few months, Kaline was gifted with a single whelp: Tathia. They were excellent parents, and nurtured and taught the small cub about life, and about right and wrong. Reguel taught her how to track, and to fight against the elements. Her mother, Kaline, would spend hours teaching Tathia about the wonders of the world, and of the lera, and finally of Tor and Fenris, and the beautiful, bittersweet story of Larka, which was often compared to the story of Sita. Tathia especially loved these stories.
Because the wolves were beginning a pack anew, and Tathia often needed Kaline, Reguel was often out hunting and scouting. Tathia only saw him every once in a while, when Kaline would hunt and Reguel would teach her something new. Tathia loved her father, but he often frightened her for although Kaline was new at parenting as well, he lacked the maternal instinct and was sometimes harsh or unkind. What worsened this bond between them were his frequent outings. When both parents were there, Tathia would often lie between her mother’s paws, and the affection between mother and daughter was not masked. The past, present, and potential future were beginning to wear upon the new Dragga, Reguel was becoming tense.
A moment that changed forever -
The evening sun was beginning to wane, sinking into a crimson bowl on the distant horizon. It was one of those rare times when Kaline was hunting and Reguel was watching his daughter. Tathia was playing with her ‘friends’ as single pups are apt to create, near the den, digging in the soft earth. The obsidian male nearby was watching her intently, his mind racing on what could continue to happen. The more he mulled over his thoughts, the more Reguel became obsessed that some sort of conspiracy was going on in which he was merely a pawn to. All his doubts had made him blind, and when his mate failed to return home with food, he had instantly, silently jumped to conclusions. Now was the perfect time, while Kaline was out.
“Tathia,” His voice was smoothed and soft as silk. Tathia instantly stopped playing and looked up from her pile of earth.
“Yes Papa?” She blinked, lowering her body and laying her ears back on her head. Something was going on, she had sense enough to know it.
“Come over here, and let Papa show you something.” His voice frightened Tathia even more than it usually did. There was something wrong with it, something sinister and corrupt behind the velvet mask that he portrayed. His smile was all wrong, and since when did her father ever want to just show her something without telling her what it was? When she failed to move from her spot, Reguel stopped smiling and narrowed his eyes. “When your Dragga tells you to do something, you do it, understand?” He growled. Everything was incredibly different to Tathia, she merely nodded, and though she willed herself to keep her eyes away, she was held by the intensity in her father’s stare. Finally, she rose, and padded over to him, her muzzle pleading for forgiveness, a shy smile on her lips, and her tail wagging slowly.
“Have I done something wrong Papa? Please don’t tell Mama.” She whispered, licking his muzzle. He growled and pushed her away. With a sudden squeak, her father’s strong jaws were shaking Tathia. Before Reguel could do any real damage, Kaline jumped in and snarled, surprised and weary from her lack of good fortune.
“What is going on here Reguel?! I demand to know!” Tathia was dropped instantly, and she scrambled to the safety of her mother’s paws. He stood and put on a look of sheer appeal and cunning.
“Oh nothing Kaline, just righting what sin has been burdened upon you and I. For it is you with me is it not? There are no other Draggas you are secretly considering, is there my Drappa?” His sly voice cut into the air, and as the night began to descend, Kaline could see the malice that had been buried within his soul.
“Reguel, stop it. You’re scaring me…” Kaline breathed, standing rigid. “There are no others. I swear to you. What do you mean by all this? It is foolishness.” But as he circled her in tighter and tighter rings, she felt as if she were being constricted, until it almost felt as if a physical thing was stealing her breath. After he was only inches before Kaline, he stopped and pushed his muzzle into her face.
“You were nothing but my mistake, which I shall now correct.” He whispered. Suddenly, he threw himself upon her. With the weight of surprise, and his sheer size and fighting experience, Kaline knew that fighting for her life would be in vain, but not for her pup. During a moment, when Kaline was thrown down, she called for Tathia to run and never stop. “Foolish Drappa, she will not get far. And the elements will aid me if I do not catch her.” Tathia ran, but only to the darkness of the undergrowth. Almost as if she was someone else, she turned and watched the horror unfold from the depths of her hiding place. As the energy began to throb from her worn body, Kaline was finding it harder and harder to fight. At the last, Tathia gasped and tried to turn away as Reguel pushed Kaline down and swayed his jaws over her throat. “Your death will make amends for my failure to recognize what drawback you would be to me, and your daughter will be mine as well.” He snarled, killing Kaline with such ferocity that Tathia never thought possible. After a while, Reguel left to hunt down his daughter. Tathia managed to escape by wading in a small stream to mask her scent, and padded through it until she was freezing, and worn out. By that time, she was miles away and her father would not find her. Reguel misjudged the damage his Drappa could place. His wounds were fatal, and though Tathia did not witness, he died a few days later. She’s always been running…
Maturity - Five months
Gender - Female
Persona - An inquisitive, intelligent individual, Tathia is energetic like most pups, and often overexerts herself in games and jovial fun. She is mischievous, daring, and confident. Although possessed with these traits, Tathia adores her solitary time, basking more and more often in the veiled, mysterious fields of her mind.
Guise - To be described roughly, Tathia is a slightly undersized, average gray wolf pup. On the more absolute surface, she is much smaller than the average sized pup her age, although she does possess the same cerulean eyes, if not somewhat darker. Tathia’s fur is a soft golden hue, fading to a fair white on her underside with perfectly, sun golden ears and a bright expression.
History - They were young, and beautiful together, Tathia’s parents, so full of life and zest, seeking for the answers to their questions in a world filled with knowledge. To any eye, they were perfect, held in absolute attractiveness. Tathia’s father, Reguel was a handsome ebony male at the magnificent age of three. He had fought hard to win his mate’s attraction, even if it wasn’t against the more experienced fighters. Though he had an extremely difficult past, he was happy just to be free of his former pack. Reguel was a fighter, an exceptional one at that. And had a passion for a free life, carefree and untroubled. His mate Kaline was a gorgeous, gray with fair golden eyes, and a pretty silver coat. She was only rounding the age of two and desired to settle down and have a family. After a few months, Kaline was gifted with a single whelp: Tathia. They were excellent parents, and nurtured and taught the small cub about life, and about right and wrong. Reguel taught her how to track, and to fight against the elements. Her mother, Kaline, would spend hours teaching Tathia about the wonders of the world, and of the lera, and finally of Tor and Fenris, and the beautiful, bittersweet story of Larka, which was often compared to the story of Sita. Tathia especially loved these stories.
Because the wolves were beginning a pack anew, and Tathia often needed Kaline, Reguel was often out hunting and scouting. Tathia only saw him every once in a while, when Kaline would hunt and Reguel would teach her something new. Tathia loved her father, but he often frightened her for although Kaline was new at parenting as well, he lacked the maternal instinct and was sometimes harsh or unkind. What worsened this bond between them were his frequent outings. When both parents were there, Tathia would often lie between her mother’s paws, and the affection between mother and daughter was not masked. The past, present, and potential future were beginning to wear upon the new Dragga, Reguel was becoming tense.
A moment that changed forever -
The evening sun was beginning to wane, sinking into a crimson bowl on the distant horizon. It was one of those rare times when Kaline was hunting and Reguel was watching his daughter. Tathia was playing with her ‘friends’ as single pups are apt to create, near the den, digging in the soft earth. The obsidian male nearby was watching her intently, his mind racing on what could continue to happen. The more he mulled over his thoughts, the more Reguel became obsessed that some sort of conspiracy was going on in which he was merely a pawn to. All his doubts had made him blind, and when his mate failed to return home with food, he had instantly, silently jumped to conclusions. Now was the perfect time, while Kaline was out.
“Tathia,” His voice was smoothed and soft as silk. Tathia instantly stopped playing and looked up from her pile of earth.
“Yes Papa?” She blinked, lowering her body and laying her ears back on her head. Something was going on, she had sense enough to know it.
“Come over here, and let Papa show you something.” His voice frightened Tathia even more than it usually did. There was something wrong with it, something sinister and corrupt behind the velvet mask that he portrayed. His smile was all wrong, and since when did her father ever want to just show her something without telling her what it was? When she failed to move from her spot, Reguel stopped smiling and narrowed his eyes. “When your Dragga tells you to do something, you do it, understand?” He growled. Everything was incredibly different to Tathia, she merely nodded, and though she willed herself to keep her eyes away, she was held by the intensity in her father’s stare. Finally, she rose, and padded over to him, her muzzle pleading for forgiveness, a shy smile on her lips, and her tail wagging slowly.
“Have I done something wrong Papa? Please don’t tell Mama.” She whispered, licking his muzzle. He growled and pushed her away. With a sudden squeak, her father’s strong jaws were shaking Tathia. Before Reguel could do any real damage, Kaline jumped in and snarled, surprised and weary from her lack of good fortune.
“What is going on here Reguel?! I demand to know!” Tathia was dropped instantly, and she scrambled to the safety of her mother’s paws. He stood and put on a look of sheer appeal and cunning.
“Oh nothing Kaline, just righting what sin has been burdened upon you and I. For it is you with me is it not? There are no other Draggas you are secretly considering, is there my Drappa?” His sly voice cut into the air, and as the night began to descend, Kaline could see the malice that had been buried within his soul.
“Reguel, stop it. You’re scaring me…” Kaline breathed, standing rigid. “There are no others. I swear to you. What do you mean by all this? It is foolishness.” But as he circled her in tighter and tighter rings, she felt as if she were being constricted, until it almost felt as if a physical thing was stealing her breath. After he was only inches before Kaline, he stopped and pushed his muzzle into her face.
“You were nothing but my mistake, which I shall now correct.” He whispered. Suddenly, he threw himself upon her. With the weight of surprise, and his sheer size and fighting experience, Kaline knew that fighting for her life would be in vain, but not for her pup. During a moment, when Kaline was thrown down, she called for Tathia to run and never stop. “Foolish Drappa, she will not get far. And the elements will aid me if I do not catch her.” Tathia ran, but only to the darkness of the undergrowth. Almost as if she was someone else, she turned and watched the horror unfold from the depths of her hiding place. As the energy began to throb from her worn body, Kaline was finding it harder and harder to fight. At the last, Tathia gasped and tried to turn away as Reguel pushed Kaline down and swayed his jaws over her throat. “Your death will make amends for my failure to recognize what drawback you would be to me, and your daughter will be mine as well.” He snarled, killing Kaline with such ferocity that Tathia never thought possible. After a while, Reguel left to hunt down his daughter. Tathia managed to escape by wading in a small stream to mask her scent, and padded through it until she was freezing, and worn out. By that time, she was miles away and her father would not find her. Reguel misjudged the damage his Drappa could place. His wounds were fatal, and though Tathia did not witness, he died a few days later. She’s always been running…
