Post by Daryl on Apr 5, 2008 17:04:25 GMT -5
Hope it's ok putting them both in the same thread, but they kinda go together and it makes my life a lot easier.
Note: Neither of them have yet learned how to perform the human illusion, but maybe if they spend enough time around wolves who can...
Note: Neither of them have yet learned how to perform the human illusion, but maybe if they spend enough time around wolves who can...
Name:
Aura
Age:
Wolf - 5
Human - 35
Gender:
Female
Species:
Eastern Wolf
Personality:
A classic, worried mother. Struggling to bring up a young pup on her own, she frets endlessly, but does realise that one day she will have to let go. But if Fleur's antics are anything to go by, that day is a long way off right now. Part of her, deep within, is still grieving for her mate. The driving force in her heart is simply the desire to nurture Fleur into a happy, mature fae. Well, she can always hope...
Appearance:
History: The first four years of her life were very normal. Brought as part of the pack, just a regular fae, following the orders of the Alpha male. But, it was the fifth year of her life in which everything changed. She suddenly found herself thrust into the position of Alpha female and soon after, Fleur came along. However, this blissful existence was not to last. When humans began to move in on the pack's territory, they fought back. Many wolves were killed, including the Alpha male, and the handful of survivors fled. Aura and Fleur found themselves alone on the tundra, no pack, no male to protect them, no prey. But it is that true spirit and determination to carry on against the odds that makes a wolf, or any creature, a true survivor. The two have finally staggered out of the blizzards and ice, dragged through by a call, that soon they will know. The call of Paradise.
Name:
Fleur
Age:
Wolf - 1 and 1/3
Human - 9
Gender:
Female
Species:
Hybrid - Eastern Wolf (Aura) & Tundra Wolf (Alpha male)
Personality:
If she could be summed up in one word, it would be bounce. Because that is exactly what she does, bounce through life, always looking on the positive side, always seeing the light. It seems an impossible feat that a small pup could survive in the frozen tundras, but, like her mother, she has made it. As with all wolves, this is the age when she must begin growing up, and already she is beginning to develop keener instincts and mellowing slightly. Ever so slightly. After all, growing up is hard for all of us, human or animal. Especially if all you want to do is play.
Appearance:
History:
From the moment she was born, it was clear that Fleur would be, well, happy, to say the least. She enjoyed her first few months of life, being fawned over by every female in the pack, and even some of the males. But, as with us all, we must learn life's lessons in some way. Fleur learned it in a particularly horrible way. All she knew of the great battle was that she had been left at the den. The pack would not even think of endangering her on the hunt. They had expected to finish off the humans, and then come back and get Fleur. But, things didn't really work. Only one member of the pack returned that day. Her mother, Aura. The others were either dead or scattered around the area, fleeing for their lives. And that was what the young pup and fae had to do as well. Fleeing onto the tundras, life was about to take turn for the pampered pup. A turn for the worst. It was not until all traces of the human threat were out of reach that Aura finally told her daughter what had happened, and about the death of her father. That night, both simply curled up amidst the blizzards and waited to die. For two days they did this, but still death eluded them. All that could reach them amidst the swirling snow, was a faint melody. A melody that all wolves recognise, but most do not know. It dragged them up onto their feet, and they began to follow it, until they finally reached the edge of the tundra. Weak and weary, now, out of the blizzard, they could hear, and know, what that beautiful song was. A song of hope. A song of love. A song of Paradise.
Aura
Age:
Wolf - 5
Human - 35
Gender:
Female
Species:
Eastern Wolf
Personality:
A classic, worried mother. Struggling to bring up a young pup on her own, she frets endlessly, but does realise that one day she will have to let go. But if Fleur's antics are anything to go by, that day is a long way off right now. Part of her, deep within, is still grieving for her mate. The driving force in her heart is simply the desire to nurture Fleur into a happy, mature fae. Well, she can always hope...
Appearance:
History: The first four years of her life were very normal. Brought as part of the pack, just a regular fae, following the orders of the Alpha male. But, it was the fifth year of her life in which everything changed. She suddenly found herself thrust into the position of Alpha female and soon after, Fleur came along. However, this blissful existence was not to last. When humans began to move in on the pack's territory, they fought back. Many wolves were killed, including the Alpha male, and the handful of survivors fled. Aura and Fleur found themselves alone on the tundra, no pack, no male to protect them, no prey. But it is that true spirit and determination to carry on against the odds that makes a wolf, or any creature, a true survivor. The two have finally staggered out of the blizzards and ice, dragged through by a call, that soon they will know. The call of Paradise.
Name:
Fleur
Age:
Wolf - 1 and 1/3
Human - 9
Gender:
Female
Species:
Hybrid - Eastern Wolf (Aura) & Tundra Wolf (Alpha male)
Personality:
If she could be summed up in one word, it would be bounce. Because that is exactly what she does, bounce through life, always looking on the positive side, always seeing the light. It seems an impossible feat that a small pup could survive in the frozen tundras, but, like her mother, she has made it. As with all wolves, this is the age when she must begin growing up, and already she is beginning to develop keener instincts and mellowing slightly. Ever so slightly. After all, growing up is hard for all of us, human or animal. Especially if all you want to do is play.
Appearance:
History:
From the moment she was born, it was clear that Fleur would be, well, happy, to say the least. She enjoyed her first few months of life, being fawned over by every female in the pack, and even some of the males. But, as with us all, we must learn life's lessons in some way. Fleur learned it in a particularly horrible way. All she knew of the great battle was that she had been left at the den. The pack would not even think of endangering her on the hunt. They had expected to finish off the humans, and then come back and get Fleur. But, things didn't really work. Only one member of the pack returned that day. Her mother, Aura. The others were either dead or scattered around the area, fleeing for their lives. And that was what the young pup and fae had to do as well. Fleeing onto the tundras, life was about to take turn for the pampered pup. A turn for the worst. It was not until all traces of the human threat were out of reach that Aura finally told her daughter what had happened, and about the death of her father. That night, both simply curled up amidst the blizzards and waited to die. For two days they did this, but still death eluded them. All that could reach them amidst the swirling snow, was a faint melody. A melody that all wolves recognise, but most do not know. It dragged them up onto their feet, and they began to follow it, until they finally reached the edge of the tundra. Weak and weary, now, out of the blizzard, they could hear, and know, what that beautiful song was. A song of hope. A song of love. A song of Paradise.
