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Saeva
Apr 1, 2010 22:59:40 GMT -5
Post by Saeva on Apr 1, 2010 22:59:40 GMT -5
// in the fate's hands. name: saeva nickname: none age: 21 moons {1 year and 9 months} gender: femme element: earth
animalia: wolf breed: himalayan
homelands: focosus silvae rank: hunter family: none that are played on this forum
appearance: when one thinks of a wolf, they think of a gray, black, or white creature. saeva is none of these - rather, she is gold and even a little bit creamy white. all about her body, though, she's got gray patches and her fur is ruffled and almost matted in some areas. while this may not make her the most attractive female around, it give her the appearance that suits her name. saeva, meaning "wild" in the ancient language of the humans. while her disheveled apperance makes her look older and untamed, do not judge a wolf by its fur.
markings-
- the area around saeva's eyes is white
- her left ear has a nick in it, almost like it's been clawed
- the pads of her paws, rather than being pink or black, are a palge grey
build- saeva is a rather wiry canine with muscle that is hardly noticeable underneath her patchy fur. she appears lanky and weak, when in fact her legs can carry her for miles at intense speeds without a break. eyes- saeva's eyes are very much like her coat. they are golden in color and exceedingly sharp when it comes to spotting things. around her eyes is the usual black eyeliner-like skin that accent her eyes and their astonishing color. they are normal-sized, shaped almost like fat almonds like so many wolves' are.
personality: saeva? saeva here is a very steady-minded wolf, almost as stable as they come. when she makes a decision, she sticks to it, and when she makes a friend, she sticks with them to the very end. if she ends up disliking you, well... just hope you don't catch her on a bad day. but despite what everyone may think, saeva is a gentle, patient soul who hardly could ever attack anyone other than a full-grown deer. she is a wise-cracker sometimes just to irritate someone, mainly because she's hardly an adult and she wants to have fun at times. but for the most part, she is a very stable and loyal wolf who remains loyal right to the very end, even if she remains passive during a major conflict.
likes- running with no place to go, hunting wild deer, tracking other wolves, watching the leaves change colors in the fall, studying other forms of wildlife, observing others of her pack, speaking with old and new friends, practicing playfighting with other wolves, staying close to the pack, full moons, pack hunts dislikes- bright and sunny days, being alone for too long, new moons, humans, being forced to cooperate with another wolf she doesn't like, walking, taking care of elder wolves, watching males fight over females, mating season, immature wolves (male and female alike), being used like a tool (not in the bad/dirty way, mind you) fears- fire, mountain cats, sudden and loud noises
history: sometimes being the runt of a litter can be quite challenging, especially when your mother is a rogue and your father is an arrogent fire element fellow who refused to take saeva's mother as an official mate. her brothers and sisters were always the cruel sort of bunch, picking on her and trying to get their mother to leave her behind in the winters when they needed to move dens. but despite what they believed, saeva was a little trooper, and when she grew she did not remain the run any longer. though a life full of bickering and getting picked on doesn't seem like much of a life, saeva honestly didn't mind it as much as some might. it doesn't affect her now, anyway (at least, she doesn't allow it to affect her).
but one night right before saeva became 12 moons old, a mountain cat separated her from her mother and brothers and sisters. forced to wander on her own, saeva was not by herself for much longer. as she was born and raised in the rotundra, naturally the pack called the fates founds her, a lonesome pup needing to be taken in. many of the fates were kind souls and brought her into the pack, while others have never truly trusted nor respected her. now, practically ten moons later, saeva is still trying to prove just how loyal she can be.
// it's all about you. name: ror age: fifteen and going on sixteen in a month or two other charries you play: none others place to bs: uh... i hope this bio is okay...?
role playing sample: {hope it's alright that it's from another site.}
Regis was not the sort of wolf who enjoyed wandering around on his own - in fact, he despised it with a passion. But this was his first hunt, and in this pack he knew that it was either kill or be killed. If he did not come back successful, the alpha would be forced to kill him due to the traditions established by their ancestos long ago. Regis was not a wolf who necessarily liked tradition, particularly because it seemed to put his life into a lot of danger recently. He could not mate with Cora, as she was the daughter of the powerful healer, and when he tried the tradition demanded that his life be taken.
Obviously, though, it wasn't. And now, he had to hunt something edible for the alpha all on his own - or he wouldn't survive until the next full moon cycle passed. Trying to be very careful and vigilant, Regis sunk down low to the ground, his ears perked and twitching, and his nose quivering as he tried to pick up the scent of possible prey.
There. To the west, was a rather healthy-smelling jackrabbit that was just waiting to be caught. Wound up by his euphoria, Regis lept to his paws and began running. He was careful not to snap twigs as he went, and careful to make as little noise as possible. After all, his life depended on all of this.
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