Post by x_Wolf||Spirit on Nov 9, 2008 20:55:59 GMT -5
By which they tagged me
Izanami
My long years
Three
Marking in the Sand
Femme
Carving in the Dark
Izanami is a slender fae, her long legs and narrow maw showing her lithe nature. He coat is a glistening black, dark as a raven's wings, and her eyes a penetrating Islamic green. These may seem the sort of description for any wolf whom was to be small and beautiful, but that is surely not the case for Izanami. Of course, that will be gone into in her history. For now, lets just say that she has reasons for her appearance that are not normal in a femme.
She is a bit small for her age, indeed, and childish-looking, rather than beautiful and alluring. Honestly, she couldn't care less about how she looks.
Whispers in the night
Izanami has a shy and well-behaved demeanor, unlikely to speak out of turn. She has been sheltered -literally- for most her life, so she is hesitant at the present to show much of herself to others. She'd always been obedient and has tried to keep herself unnoticed, though that seems to be a bit hard in these parts. Either way, there's little chance of you picking her out of a large crowd, unless you were fond of watching small wolves make themselves smaller while around others... oh, wow, that doesn't sound very nice.
A Drop Behind My Shoulder
Izanami was born to a small pack in an area that harvested little food. There where often fights, for they where all irritable. The Alpha, he was growing old, and so growing unfit to rule the small kingdom. Though there was much to be sad for and many deaths to morn, ever fae kept her own and held strong, looking down with pity on the males who continued to tear the gapping hole in the pack. Soon, they grew tired and, with scorn for their alpha, left the boundaries to find a new home, each pup born that year in tow, Izanami one of them.
After what seemed like months, the matriarchal group finally came upon a small valley, plentiful with prey. They stayed there for weeks, feeding their empty bellies until they were full. But, much to their dismay, a pack large than their own ran them out. They had no strong males to fight for them, so they had only the option to flee.
Eventually they grew tired and regretful of their choice to leave the males. They found refuge in a large, damp cavern that seemed to be dug through the earth for miles. Finding the bats and rodents enough to satisfy them, the 'pack' stayed there, vowing not to leave until the new generation was ready to go on it's own.
And so, Izanami grew in the cave, her vision and hearing growing much more sharp than normal pups', for these where the senses they had to rely on most in the confusing cave patterns and the echoing walls. Her body kept small and narrow, better adapted to find and catch the small prey hidden throughout the cavern. Most of her generation's lives were based on training and learning to survive in harsh environments. The mothers became more rash and snappy at their young, causing a wave of unease to be carried into their minds.
When Izanami deemed herself ready at the age of two, she snuck out of the backways of the caverns, leaving behind all her comrades and aunts and mother, though she did not care. The young girl needed to leave that place and go somewhere new.
At first the sun and burned her eyes, blurring her vision with marks from the sudden light that she had gone most of her life without. For some odd reason, she and the rest of the pups had never had any effects from their lack of vitamin C, though her wounds never healed quickly.
After a good few months the young femme stumbled upon this land, unsure of what it was, but knowing that she needed help soon, or she would surely die. She had never hunted large prey, and so was forced to rabbits and other small creatures. And every time she had attempted a large kill, she had been injured. Now, she had a sprung ankle and a gash in her side. She longs to see the form of another wolf, and to be able to pray to the Gods she feels have ignored her pleas.
Patron God
Zatcher
Ring Master
Wolf Spirit
Sample Post
Izanami
My long years
Three
Marking in the Sand
Femme
Carving in the Dark
Izanami is a slender fae, her long legs and narrow maw showing her lithe nature. He coat is a glistening black, dark as a raven's wings, and her eyes a penetrating Islamic green. These may seem the sort of description for any wolf whom was to be small and beautiful, but that is surely not the case for Izanami. Of course, that will be gone into in her history. For now, lets just say that she has reasons for her appearance that are not normal in a femme.
She is a bit small for her age, indeed, and childish-looking, rather than beautiful and alluring. Honestly, she couldn't care less about how she looks.
Whispers in the night
Izanami has a shy and well-behaved demeanor, unlikely to speak out of turn. She has been sheltered -literally- for most her life, so she is hesitant at the present to show much of herself to others. She'd always been obedient and has tried to keep herself unnoticed, though that seems to be a bit hard in these parts. Either way, there's little chance of you picking her out of a large crowd, unless you were fond of watching small wolves make themselves smaller while around others... oh, wow, that doesn't sound very nice.
A Drop Behind My Shoulder
Izanami was born to a small pack in an area that harvested little food. There where often fights, for they where all irritable. The Alpha, he was growing old, and so growing unfit to rule the small kingdom. Though there was much to be sad for and many deaths to morn, ever fae kept her own and held strong, looking down with pity on the males who continued to tear the gapping hole in the pack. Soon, they grew tired and, with scorn for their alpha, left the boundaries to find a new home, each pup born that year in tow, Izanami one of them.
After what seemed like months, the matriarchal group finally came upon a small valley, plentiful with prey. They stayed there for weeks, feeding their empty bellies until they were full. But, much to their dismay, a pack large than their own ran them out. They had no strong males to fight for them, so they had only the option to flee.
Eventually they grew tired and regretful of their choice to leave the males. They found refuge in a large, damp cavern that seemed to be dug through the earth for miles. Finding the bats and rodents enough to satisfy them, the 'pack' stayed there, vowing not to leave until the new generation was ready to go on it's own.
And so, Izanami grew in the cave, her vision and hearing growing much more sharp than normal pups', for these where the senses they had to rely on most in the confusing cave patterns and the echoing walls. Her body kept small and narrow, better adapted to find and catch the small prey hidden throughout the cavern. Most of her generation's lives were based on training and learning to survive in harsh environments. The mothers became more rash and snappy at their young, causing a wave of unease to be carried into their minds.
When Izanami deemed herself ready at the age of two, she snuck out of the backways of the caverns, leaving behind all her comrades and aunts and mother, though she did not care. The young girl needed to leave that place and go somewhere new.
At first the sun and burned her eyes, blurring her vision with marks from the sudden light that she had gone most of her life without. For some odd reason, she and the rest of the pups had never had any effects from their lack of vitamin C, though her wounds never healed quickly.
After a good few months the young femme stumbled upon this land, unsure of what it was, but knowing that she needed help soon, or she would surely die. She had never hunted large prey, and so was forced to rabbits and other small creatures. And every time she had attempted a large kill, she had been injured. Now, she had a sprung ankle and a gash in her side. She longs to see the form of another wolf, and to be able to pray to the Gods she feels have ignored her pleas.
Patron God
Zatcher
Ring Master
Wolf Spirit
Sample Post
||I'm lazy, so I'm just going to C&P and recent post...
Dark orbs glinted in the depths of the darkness, disappearing, then reappearing again.
This was the Cavern of Secrets, Time Warp's current haunt. And for some odd reason, there was someone else here... he could smell him.
Ah, the sent of another wolf. It seemed strange to the brute's nares, but highly welcomed. He could hardly remember the last time he'd even set eyes on another lupine. Oh, that was right. That lone fae who'd been oh-so hung-up on the loss of her... what was it, boyfriend? Mate? He couldn't remember. Such trivial things.
Since the closing of that rather awkward conversation, Time Warp had taken up residence in the dark abyss of the caverns. He didn't quite remember why, but it was so.
At that particular moment, the large brute had been sleeping, perched on a slab of rock protruding from the side of the damp wall. The sent of another living thing had caught his nares, and awakened his sudden thirst. With interest and age-old instincts tangling his mind, he'd jumped from his bed and padded toward the sent with practiced silence.
Time Warp's auds were perked as usual, catching every echoing sound. The drops of water as they dropped from the stalactites on the roof of the cave. The scratches of rodents' claws on the rock. The rustling of bats in their homes. Everything.
Now, the vortex-coated brute crouched in the dark, watching with thirsty interest the actions of the young male. He seemed to be waiting for someone. A fae? Perhaps. The opposite sex seemed the key component in the life of a male at that age. The adult tilted his head, his maw twitching.
<i>Come now. You can't possibly be thinking about your thir-</i>
Time Warp cut the noise in his head short. Yes, that annoying little happy voice that had been in his head for the past month. Most wolves would call it a conscience. He just called it bloody d**n annoying. Though... it was right. he couldn't just go off thinking about killing this random wolf. He really did need to become more social... but perhaps that was what had drawn him here.
With pure boredom, the brute stood and walked silently still toward the young male stranger and sat about a yard behind him.
Boo...
He murmured, his voice quite scary, actually. Time Warp wouldn't be surprised if this brute hadn't sensed him. He had done a good job at masking his sent with that of the cavern, and his lithe silence was rather impressive, if he did think so himself. He smiled, and started to further analyze the male.
Time Warp was much larger than him, rather looming. And yes, he was a teen.
Time Warp, himself, was a bulky adult, his main color black with grays and whites swirling about his coat in a vortex. The only thing that had changed from his last visit to the light was that his muzzle was acquiring a whiteness to it, showing his age. Rather wasted time, away from others, really.
Now the brute waited for a reaction from the other male.
This was the Cavern of Secrets, Time Warp's current haunt. And for some odd reason, there was someone else here... he could smell him.
Ah, the sent of another wolf. It seemed strange to the brute's nares, but highly welcomed. He could hardly remember the last time he'd even set eyes on another lupine. Oh, that was right. That lone fae who'd been oh-so hung-up on the loss of her... what was it, boyfriend? Mate? He couldn't remember. Such trivial things.
Since the closing of that rather awkward conversation, Time Warp had taken up residence in the dark abyss of the caverns. He didn't quite remember why, but it was so.
At that particular moment, the large brute had been sleeping, perched on a slab of rock protruding from the side of the damp wall. The sent of another living thing had caught his nares, and awakened his sudden thirst. With interest and age-old instincts tangling his mind, he'd jumped from his bed and padded toward the sent with practiced silence.
Time Warp's auds were perked as usual, catching every echoing sound. The drops of water as they dropped from the stalactites on the roof of the cave. The scratches of rodents' claws on the rock. The rustling of bats in their homes. Everything.
Now, the vortex-coated brute crouched in the dark, watching with thirsty interest the actions of the young male. He seemed to be waiting for someone. A fae? Perhaps. The opposite sex seemed the key component in the life of a male at that age. The adult tilted his head, his maw twitching.
<i>Come now. You can't possibly be thinking about your thir-</i>
Time Warp cut the noise in his head short. Yes, that annoying little happy voice that had been in his head for the past month. Most wolves would call it a conscience. He just called it bloody d**n annoying. Though... it was right. he couldn't just go off thinking about killing this random wolf. He really did need to become more social... but perhaps that was what had drawn him here.
With pure boredom, the brute stood and walked silently still toward the young male stranger and sat about a yard behind him.
Boo...
He murmured, his voice quite scary, actually. Time Warp wouldn't be surprised if this brute hadn't sensed him. He had done a good job at masking his sent with that of the cavern, and his lithe silence was rather impressive, if he did think so himself. He smiled, and started to further analyze the male.
Time Warp was much larger than him, rather looming. And yes, he was a teen.
Time Warp, himself, was a bulky adult, his main color black with grays and whites swirling about his coat in a vortex. The only thing that had changed from his last visit to the light was that his muzzle was acquiring a whiteness to it, showing his age. Rather wasted time, away from others, really.
Now the brute waited for a reaction from the other male.