Post by Aazia on Jan 23, 2005 16:41:55 GMT -5
OOC
Nickname: Jessi, Lupa, Loopy
Age: 14 - soon to be 15 in Feb! ^.^
Gender: Female
How you found this site: Through an Affiliate on Broken Dreams (Plays Maia)
IC
Name: Aazia
Age: Adult: between 3-4
Gender: Female
Wolf Kin(what happened to your wolf's family?): Dead. Pretty much. Mother died after labour with Aazia and kin, and father died during war. Was adopted. Does not know of their well being.
Physical Description: Eyes of emerald compliment a most often very clean ivory pelt, thick and luxurious with health, youth, and constant grooming, no doubt. Her frame is petite and small, though by no means is she overly fragile. Strong limbs are built to move out when needed, as many wolves' are. Her bushy tail is often held at a height that suggests Alpha-ism, though she is far from that and it is true that she doesn't have the technical right to carry both plume and tiara with such pride. She does it nontheless, though, generally not caring what others think of her insubordinance and perhaps even getting a chuckle when other wolves' frustration level rises.
Personality: (many)
.Conceited.
The white she-wolf thinks very highly of herself, thank you very much, and is not quick to show submission. Insubordinance is one thing that makes her an outcast, at least she's not one any longer...
.Arrogant.
While this falls under the category of conceited, its best to say it again in another way. She loves herself; she believes that she is the most beautiful and intelligent of them all. Of course, this isn't quite true, but hey, who's saying its entirely false? She is a pretty thing, and knows her way around life well enough though at two years she's still got some learning to do.
.Innocent.
If she isn't truely innocent she's good at acting like it. A darling expression can engulf her face in a fraction of a second, making her seem the most innocent being in the world. This can be used to her advantage with ones that fall for such tricks.
.Witty.
With a sharp tongue she rarely holds, her wit is often displayed. And proudly, too, for she does seem to like to exercise her speaking rights now and then.
Skills: Hunting, Spying, and Fighting. Training as a pup with adopted parents. But mostly hunting...afterall...she can have her persuasive side too!
History: She comes from a land called Lestivrah (Lest-ev-rah), a small mass of land on the outer rim of the Linifk (Lin-efk) Ocean. In her ancestor?s language, Lestivrah meant deceit and betrayal, which knighted the lands a war zone, which it promptly was. Lynkela was born on the second moon of Hykrat (Hi-krat), Hykrat being the Lord of the Moon. During her mothers pregnancy, her pack (The Sieve of Lestivrah) was currently at war with a neighboring clan called Kivrahbor (Ki-rah-boar), Led by Xhamin (X-ha-men). Her father, Damson, was Head Army General, a fierce and ragged wolf in which wore his scars with pride. He was well known for his abusive behavior to her mother, and his fierceness in battle. Once morning when the dew still clung to the soft grass, Xhamin led his troops into their territory unexpectedly and murdered the four guards on lookout.
Meanwhile, Columbine slept snugly in her den, waking to the sounds of snarls and the sound of war. Columbine was terrified, and crept into a small hole in the back of the obsidian cavern, feeling the pains of contractions in her stomach. Columbine breathed deeply, and kept it quiet, the pain growing, beads of sweat rolling down her face followed by silent tears. She could hear the howl of her mate Damson, calling to her, to tell that he was sorry and he loved her dearly, then it was gone. She laid in the dark crevice for hours, giving birth to four pups, Lynkela, Kerji, Aazia, and Lita. While her pups nursed she rested her head upon the damp earth from where she cried. Her soul soon withered away from her body, becoming limb and lifeless. The four pups were left alone and vulnerable to the outside world. The pups stayed alone for a half a day?s time, living on the milk left from their lifeless mother, which was very little.
Voices were heard as two wolves called to each other, apparently looking for survivors from the war. The figure of a female Timber wolf entered their den, her eyes widened at the sight of the new mother, Columbine, lifeless. Fearing the pups were dead she licked each on their heads, and each one squirmed as the awoke from sleeping. A relieved smile was visible upon her mug as she called her mate in from the distance. Then a large Black male entered astonished at his mate?s discovery. One by one the carried them to their den, the now adoptive mother laying down to rest as they dined on the milk from the Timber female, left from her pup whom slept soundlessly beside her.
As they grew, they each learned how to fight and hunt, their adoptive mother teaching them to hunt, and their adoptive father taught them basic fighting skills. Aazia spent most of her time wandering around, learning anything she possibly could about her surroundings and more. As the oldest of the litter she thought herself responsible and in charge doing most of the hunting and providing for their ?small pack?. She found it odd that it was only them, not knowing of the tragic past their pack had endured long ago. Once they were on the borderline of full Adulthood their adoptive parents sat them down and spoke to them. ?First off..?, she said, ?My name is Germane, your Adoptive mother, and that is Kelash, your Adoptive father. You come from a different family, your father an abusive War General, and you mother the abused Epsilon female, mate to your father. They were called Columbine and Damson. Your father, Damson, died during war, and you mother died from birth I expect. I found her that way. Now that you are old enough to understand, I have finally decided to let you know of this. We love you dearly, real parents or not. We just want you to know some of your past.?, she finished, a single tear falling from her eye. Aazia was heartbroken, and ran into the forest, getting herself lost. The white she-wolf became exhausted and stopped, tears pouring from her eyes. She stayed alone in a hollow oak tree for the night, dining on wood pigeon she has successfully caught, thanks to her training.
When the next morning arose she got up, stretching and waking herself up. She stepped out of her one night den. She surveyed her surroundings and moved Northwest, heading towards the Unknown. A season passed when she stopped, and finally found a trace of wolf, and with a sudden burst of strength she moved towards the scent. She continues to this day, getting closer to the scent, soon picking up others in her path. She moved into a shrub, peeking silently as she saw a group of wolves, ranging in different breeds and colors. Her eyes held and excitement. She took a deep breath and moved forward towards the others. (Umm, ends here. Cuz this is where she is landed)
Pic(optional): (coming soon!)
Nickname: Jessi, Lupa, Loopy
Age: 14 - soon to be 15 in Feb! ^.^
Gender: Female
How you found this site: Through an Affiliate on Broken Dreams (Plays Maia)
IC
Name: Aazia
Age: Adult: between 3-4
Gender: Female
Wolf Kin(what happened to your wolf's family?): Dead. Pretty much. Mother died after labour with Aazia and kin, and father died during war. Was adopted. Does not know of their well being.
Physical Description: Eyes of emerald compliment a most often very clean ivory pelt, thick and luxurious with health, youth, and constant grooming, no doubt. Her frame is petite and small, though by no means is she overly fragile. Strong limbs are built to move out when needed, as many wolves' are. Her bushy tail is often held at a height that suggests Alpha-ism, though she is far from that and it is true that she doesn't have the technical right to carry both plume and tiara with such pride. She does it nontheless, though, generally not caring what others think of her insubordinance and perhaps even getting a chuckle when other wolves' frustration level rises.
Personality: (many)
.Conceited.
The white she-wolf thinks very highly of herself, thank you very much, and is not quick to show submission. Insubordinance is one thing that makes her an outcast, at least she's not one any longer...
.Arrogant.
While this falls under the category of conceited, its best to say it again in another way. She loves herself; she believes that she is the most beautiful and intelligent of them all. Of course, this isn't quite true, but hey, who's saying its entirely false? She is a pretty thing, and knows her way around life well enough though at two years she's still got some learning to do.
.Innocent.
If she isn't truely innocent she's good at acting like it. A darling expression can engulf her face in a fraction of a second, making her seem the most innocent being in the world. This can be used to her advantage with ones that fall for such tricks.
.Witty.
With a sharp tongue she rarely holds, her wit is often displayed. And proudly, too, for she does seem to like to exercise her speaking rights now and then.
Skills: Hunting, Spying, and Fighting. Training as a pup with adopted parents. But mostly hunting...afterall...she can have her persuasive side too!
History: She comes from a land called Lestivrah (Lest-ev-rah), a small mass of land on the outer rim of the Linifk (Lin-efk) Ocean. In her ancestor?s language, Lestivrah meant deceit and betrayal, which knighted the lands a war zone, which it promptly was. Lynkela was born on the second moon of Hykrat (Hi-krat), Hykrat being the Lord of the Moon. During her mothers pregnancy, her pack (The Sieve of Lestivrah) was currently at war with a neighboring clan called Kivrahbor (Ki-rah-boar), Led by Xhamin (X-ha-men). Her father, Damson, was Head Army General, a fierce and ragged wolf in which wore his scars with pride. He was well known for his abusive behavior to her mother, and his fierceness in battle. Once morning when the dew still clung to the soft grass, Xhamin led his troops into their territory unexpectedly and murdered the four guards on lookout.
Meanwhile, Columbine slept snugly in her den, waking to the sounds of snarls and the sound of war. Columbine was terrified, and crept into a small hole in the back of the obsidian cavern, feeling the pains of contractions in her stomach. Columbine breathed deeply, and kept it quiet, the pain growing, beads of sweat rolling down her face followed by silent tears. She could hear the howl of her mate Damson, calling to her, to tell that he was sorry and he loved her dearly, then it was gone. She laid in the dark crevice for hours, giving birth to four pups, Lynkela, Kerji, Aazia, and Lita. While her pups nursed she rested her head upon the damp earth from where she cried. Her soul soon withered away from her body, becoming limb and lifeless. The four pups were left alone and vulnerable to the outside world. The pups stayed alone for a half a day?s time, living on the milk left from their lifeless mother, which was very little.
Voices were heard as two wolves called to each other, apparently looking for survivors from the war. The figure of a female Timber wolf entered their den, her eyes widened at the sight of the new mother, Columbine, lifeless. Fearing the pups were dead she licked each on their heads, and each one squirmed as the awoke from sleeping. A relieved smile was visible upon her mug as she called her mate in from the distance. Then a large Black male entered astonished at his mate?s discovery. One by one the carried them to their den, the now adoptive mother laying down to rest as they dined on the milk from the Timber female, left from her pup whom slept soundlessly beside her.
As they grew, they each learned how to fight and hunt, their adoptive mother teaching them to hunt, and their adoptive father taught them basic fighting skills. Aazia spent most of her time wandering around, learning anything she possibly could about her surroundings and more. As the oldest of the litter she thought herself responsible and in charge doing most of the hunting and providing for their ?small pack?. She found it odd that it was only them, not knowing of the tragic past their pack had endured long ago. Once they were on the borderline of full Adulthood their adoptive parents sat them down and spoke to them. ?First off..?, she said, ?My name is Germane, your Adoptive mother, and that is Kelash, your Adoptive father. You come from a different family, your father an abusive War General, and you mother the abused Epsilon female, mate to your father. They were called Columbine and Damson. Your father, Damson, died during war, and you mother died from birth I expect. I found her that way. Now that you are old enough to understand, I have finally decided to let you know of this. We love you dearly, real parents or not. We just want you to know some of your past.?, she finished, a single tear falling from her eye. Aazia was heartbroken, and ran into the forest, getting herself lost. The white she-wolf became exhausted and stopped, tears pouring from her eyes. She stayed alone in a hollow oak tree for the night, dining on wood pigeon she has successfully caught, thanks to her training.
When the next morning arose she got up, stretching and waking herself up. She stepped out of her one night den. She surveyed her surroundings and moved Northwest, heading towards the Unknown. A season passed when she stopped, and finally found a trace of wolf, and with a sudden burst of strength she moved towards the scent. She continues to this day, getting closer to the scent, soon picking up others in her path. She moved into a shrub, peeking silently as she saw a group of wolves, ranging in different breeds and colors. Her eyes held and excitement. She took a deep breath and moved forward towards the others. (Umm, ends here. Cuz this is where she is landed)
Pic(optional): (coming soon!)
