Post by dream on Aug 19, 2012 17:43:25 GMT -5
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((Disregard the "burn marks". I will be purchasing those at a later date.))
Name:
Ashe
Age:
Five
Gender
Female
Personality:
Ashe is a fickle creature to describe, but a simple being to understand. Her personality revolves around this inherent idea that everyone has a role in this world, and the duty to play their part. Loyal and honorable to a fault, Ashe is a follower. Diligent, when charged with a task she does not fail, and will persist until the mission is completed. Of course, her respect is not won easily, so her abilities are often left untouched. Ashe rarely speaks, and instead communicates with simplistic body language. Her dark eyes have an unrivaled vocabulary, that often renders others speachless. Apathetic to most things, she lives her life only to avoid death, and to welcome it when it finally comes. Ashe lacks the drive many other wolves possess, and breathes only to take in air. In truth, the female is capable of feeling, but the ability is hidden deep within her, and very unlikely to show itself before her time ends here. Ashe has never developed feelings of any sort for anyone, not even pups who have attempted to gain her attention in the past. Not easily angered, the she-wolf finds it easy to keep logic about her in testing situations. Ashe prefers silence to noise, and solitude to company.
Appearance:
True to her name, Ashe is a comfortable mix of white and gray furs. The hue is brighter in some places, but typically ranges into the grays. The she-wolf has a pretty appearance, as she is medium size -- lithe but not tiny -- with soft features that accentuate the femininity that she lacks in personality. Unlike most light colored wolves who normally keep their bright eyes, this female has very dark brown iris's. With orbs that are almost black in shade, she some how manages to relay her words through them. Numerous different scars mark her body. However, they are petite and are rarely noticed due to the already light color of her fur. Not dealt to her by way of fights she would have preferred to take part in, but apart of her nonetheless. One particular scar, though, strikes her chest diagonally, forever displaying a story she'd rather not tell.
History:
Ashe's history is no doubt interesting, though to her she'd never see it in that light. Her mother's litter was small, producing only four pups -- one stillborn, and the other becoming ill shortly thereafter. With only Ashe and her brother, Fell, her parents were always tentative to their needs. This marked the beginning of a happy pup-hood, though this would be short-lived. Having always had a submissive personality, Ashe was always the opposite of her sibling. Fell was energetic, hot-tempered and stubborn. Though only older than Ashe by moments, Fell took the lead at a young age as older brother and so dominant. Never in a mean manner to his sister, who followed him about like the loyal wolf she was. Some time on the month of her third year, something changed in Fell. He became quiet, dark, power-driven -- and perhaps insane. Months later, when Ashe slept quietly on a rock she had claimed on her first visit out of the den, her murder was attempted. Fell, who planned on taking over the pack, would proceed to try and kill his sister. Why is still a mystery, as Ashe never had threatened his right to lead. Luckily for the smaller female, sleep never had come easy to her, and the lightness of it alerted her to the presence of her brother. As he attacked, she was able to dodge and save her throat from his jaws. Dazed and confused, Ashe fought her brother to the best of her ability, receiving the scar on her chest. Her skills matched his in superiority to the rest of the pack, but their battle lasted moments. His rage overtaking him, Fell made the mistake of lunging too soon, and thus ended his life at the jaws of his sister -- Ashe. Even though his death was well warranted, Ashe never did shake the idea that she had killed him. With guilt ridden shoulders, the female left her pack -- never really searching for anything, but traveling for it anyway.
Family:
{Mother|Luna|Alive}
{Father|Sol|Alive}
{Brother|Fell|Deceased}
{Brother| --- | Deceased}
{Sister| --- | Deceased}
Mate:
None.
Pups:
None.
Example Post:
Softness had settled onto the golden plains of the east, where the brightly colored maiden shifted the grass with her quiet movements. Head lowered against the long shafts of foliage, the brilliant blue eyes of the female were cast unmoving on the failing herd of deer who idiotically continued to graze in the open. Birthing had been overwhelming for them this year, and the extent of kin had weakened their ability to flee danger. Even so, Elektra was not foolish enough to chase down a doe without a hunting partner to at least accompany her – the amount of children made the bucks more protective than usual.
No, that wasn’t her point here. While the goddess of lightning had no immediate control over the wellbeing of wildlife, the opportunity to exercise her powerful abilities was dependent on someone else: Aella. Though Elektra was inherently able to create the dangerous electricity of the skies, allowing lightning to rage without the aid of rain was incredibly hazardous. It wouldn’t be the first time in the past her excitable nature had gotten the better of her, but over the centuries she had willingly cut back the amount of fires created by her hand; or paw, in this case.
To those who did not know her well enough, this calculating side of the wolf was left unnoticed. Known for her unbridled and audacious nature, many were left to believe that she hardly considered things on a deeper, mental echelon. More often than not, they were right. This showed itself in her now. Smirking playfully to no one, Elektra let herself be seen to the deer she had stalked for quite some time now. With paws momentarily tucked beneath her bulk, the golden female lunged from the grasses and down a slight slope to where the deer ate silently. Not surprisingly, they scattered in pairs into the nearby brush that marked the end of the expanse of grasses. The buck, who was charged with protecting them, instantly gave Elektra chase. Seemingly toying with the larger creature, the goddess ran in zigzags and circles before making a straight getaway back up the miniature hill and into the trees.
Tongue lolling out of her mouth rather ungracefully, the golden female padded briskly between the loosely wooded areas. Her intentions were aimed undeniably to the safety of the den she shared with her mate; Einarr. The earth colored male had been gone far too long for his mates taste, though she would never hold him completely accountable for it. Annoyance pitted itself shamelessly against her irresistible desire to feel the closeness of Einarr, and it casted a slight shadow over her vivid features. Cronos, in all his glory, was shameless in sending her mate to places both near and far – and this irked her to no end. It was obvious to Elektra that this troubled her mate to some extent, though to what degree she wasn’t exactly sure. Calmed by a slight breeze that tossed her thick fur, Elektra busied herself with returning home, where Einarr would hopefully be meeting her in the later hours of the day.
No, that wasn’t her point here. While the goddess of lightning had no immediate control over the wellbeing of wildlife, the opportunity to exercise her powerful abilities was dependent on someone else: Aella. Though Elektra was inherently able to create the dangerous electricity of the skies, allowing lightning to rage without the aid of rain was incredibly hazardous. It wouldn’t be the first time in the past her excitable nature had gotten the better of her, but over the centuries she had willingly cut back the amount of fires created by her hand; or paw, in this case.
To those who did not know her well enough, this calculating side of the wolf was left unnoticed. Known for her unbridled and audacious nature, many were left to believe that she hardly considered things on a deeper, mental echelon. More often than not, they were right. This showed itself in her now. Smirking playfully to no one, Elektra let herself be seen to the deer she had stalked for quite some time now. With paws momentarily tucked beneath her bulk, the golden female lunged from the grasses and down a slight slope to where the deer ate silently. Not surprisingly, they scattered in pairs into the nearby brush that marked the end of the expanse of grasses. The buck, who was charged with protecting them, instantly gave Elektra chase. Seemingly toying with the larger creature, the goddess ran in zigzags and circles before making a straight getaway back up the miniature hill and into the trees.
Tongue lolling out of her mouth rather ungracefully, the golden female padded briskly between the loosely wooded areas. Her intentions were aimed undeniably to the safety of the den she shared with her mate; Einarr. The earth colored male had been gone far too long for his mates taste, though she would never hold him completely accountable for it. Annoyance pitted itself shamelessly against her irresistible desire to feel the closeness of Einarr, and it casted a slight shadow over her vivid features. Cronos, in all his glory, was shameless in sending her mate to places both near and far – and this irked her to no end. It was obvious to Elektra that this troubled her mate to some extent, though to what degree she wasn’t exactly sure. Calmed by a slight breeze that tossed her thick fur, Elektra busied herself with returning home, where Einarr would hopefully be meeting her in the later hours of the day.
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