Post by Chaos's Grave on Jan 27, 2006 14:06:20 GMT -5
~Name~
Shikara
~Rank~
Bider
~Age~
12 seasons
~Gender~
female
~Personality~
Shikara is very outgoing and isn't that talkitive. She has accepted that her death will one day come and dosn't fear it. She loves the snow and rasberries. She is an amazing humter but is soft so dosn't love to take lives like some wolves. She takes orders well but dosn't love them. She loves to play fight and wander. She isn't uually present but is thee when needed.
~Fur Color~
black
~Special Markings~
none
~Eye Color~
deep deep purple
~History~
The very first thing I saw was the moon. It was eerie, so strangely beautiful. To my newborn eyes it seemed so bright, a blinding white against the nearly black, starless sky. I would later see and learn what stars were, but for some reason they were absent on the night of my birth. Maybe they weren't there because they sensed my existence was unimportant to the world.
I never did completely understand that; why my existence was unimportant, I mean. The morons who made up that rule were the gods in the heavens, beings I would have never known if they'd just left me alone.
I hate them for what they did.
The very next morning I felt the sun for the first time. It was so wonderful, so warm. I could tell the sun loved me even if the stars hadn't. The sun was brighter than any star, and later I would learn that it was really the sun's efforts that lit up the moon. That morning was blissful.
Once I was able to walk, I wandered around my mountain -- since I was born there my territorial instincts insisted it was mine, even though it was my father whole ruled it -- and felt the grass against my small feet and legs. I had been born alone and never even considered searching for my pack. None of the animals around me thought anything of it. I think they actually took to me quite well.. if you don't count the very idea that everything that saw me bolted out of the area.
By midday I was hungry, so I wandered even further down in search of food. The thought of killing any living, breathing thing had never occurred to me. I was attracted to some bright red raspberries, and those were delicious, yet difficult to eat.
Then they found me. I was confused at first, wondering who these strange creatures were. Upon seeing me they immediately pounced, only to be a friednly one. I was far too confused to react at first, and when I finally did it was sheer animalistic instinct. I lashed out. My claws caught one of their legs, spilling a substance as red as the raspberries I had just eaten. Unlike the raspberries, this strange thing yelled out in pain. I stopped then, and my hesitation cost me. Another pinned me to the ground. My mother scolded me for running off from the place I was born, which I had no knowledge I wasn't alone at all, and I soon learned I had a younger brother named Kyoshi.
After that little mix up was settled, I became content with living in the pack, causing trouble, and I soon went to ask what had become of my father. Truth was, he was killed several moons before my birth, defending the pack and his unborn puppies from power-hungry wolves.
Power. It is something many crave to have, yet once it is within their possession, they know not what to do with it. Many fools abuse it. Still others throw it aside as though it were worth nothing. And many more do not believe that power they possess is enough.
And many weeks later, the same wolves returned, only to be driven off once more by my mother and an enraged pack. My mother came to realize they would return again, and this time, with more help. By the time I'd realized what had happened I had lost any control over my body. I was horrified, angry, scared... so many conflicting emotions.
We all left days later, only to lose the Alphess, my mother, during the travels around the mountains. When we did come across another land suitable for the pack, I left them in my brother's care, seeking out the excitable life of a traveler, a loner, someone who had no home to return to, no rules to live by, nothing to expect. I gave up knowing when my next meal would most likely be for the freedom of a wanderer, and it was enjoyable, until I felt I needed to plant my paws in a place I needed to call home......
~Image~
Shikara
~Rank~
Bider
~Age~
12 seasons
~Gender~
female
~Personality~
Shikara is very outgoing and isn't that talkitive. She has accepted that her death will one day come and dosn't fear it. She loves the snow and rasberries. She is an amazing humter but is soft so dosn't love to take lives like some wolves. She takes orders well but dosn't love them. She loves to play fight and wander. She isn't uually present but is thee when needed.
~Fur Color~
black
~Special Markings~
none
~Eye Color~
deep deep purple
~History~
The very first thing I saw was the moon. It was eerie, so strangely beautiful. To my newborn eyes it seemed so bright, a blinding white against the nearly black, starless sky. I would later see and learn what stars were, but for some reason they were absent on the night of my birth. Maybe they weren't there because they sensed my existence was unimportant to the world.
I never did completely understand that; why my existence was unimportant, I mean. The morons who made up that rule were the gods in the heavens, beings I would have never known if they'd just left me alone.
I hate them for what they did.
The very next morning I felt the sun for the first time. It was so wonderful, so warm. I could tell the sun loved me even if the stars hadn't. The sun was brighter than any star, and later I would learn that it was really the sun's efforts that lit up the moon. That morning was blissful.
Once I was able to walk, I wandered around my mountain -- since I was born there my territorial instincts insisted it was mine, even though it was my father whole ruled it -- and felt the grass against my small feet and legs. I had been born alone and never even considered searching for my pack. None of the animals around me thought anything of it. I think they actually took to me quite well.. if you don't count the very idea that everything that saw me bolted out of the area.
By midday I was hungry, so I wandered even further down in search of food. The thought of killing any living, breathing thing had never occurred to me. I was attracted to some bright red raspberries, and those were delicious, yet difficult to eat.
Then they found me. I was confused at first, wondering who these strange creatures were. Upon seeing me they immediately pounced, only to be a friednly one. I was far too confused to react at first, and when I finally did it was sheer animalistic instinct. I lashed out. My claws caught one of their legs, spilling a substance as red as the raspberries I had just eaten. Unlike the raspberries, this strange thing yelled out in pain. I stopped then, and my hesitation cost me. Another pinned me to the ground. My mother scolded me for running off from the place I was born, which I had no knowledge I wasn't alone at all, and I soon learned I had a younger brother named Kyoshi.
After that little mix up was settled, I became content with living in the pack, causing trouble, and I soon went to ask what had become of my father. Truth was, he was killed several moons before my birth, defending the pack and his unborn puppies from power-hungry wolves.
Power. It is something many crave to have, yet once it is within their possession, they know not what to do with it. Many fools abuse it. Still others throw it aside as though it were worth nothing. And many more do not believe that power they possess is enough.
And many weeks later, the same wolves returned, only to be driven off once more by my mother and an enraged pack. My mother came to realize they would return again, and this time, with more help. By the time I'd realized what had happened I had lost any control over my body. I was horrified, angry, scared... so many conflicting emotions.
We all left days later, only to lose the Alphess, my mother, during the travels around the mountains. When we did come across another land suitable for the pack, I left them in my brother's care, seeking out the excitable life of a traveler, a loner, someone who had no home to return to, no rules to live by, nothing to expect. I gave up knowing when my next meal would most likely be for the freedom of a wanderer, and it was enjoyable, until I felt I needed to plant my paws in a place I needed to call home......
~Image~