Post by Akasha {Fallen} on Jun 8, 2009 15:51:55 GMT -5
Name:
Fallen Melody
Gender:
Female
Animal:
European Wolf
Age:
12 moons (13 on the next full moon.)
Tribe:
Position:
Peltage:
Fallen was born odd from the rest of her siblings. Her mother was a short furred, white wolf, and her father a short furred, gray and brown wolf. Both of her siblings were born with resembling coats, but Fallen was born with thick, long, black and silver-ish white fur. She is completely different from her family in every appearance except she was gifted with her fathers deep, emerald gaze. She has seen animals become mesmerized by her eyes, and she every bit enjoys it. Her size is small for a European breed, looking more like a medium American wolf. She has always believed she was made to fit into shadows. Fallen's claws are sharp and long, ready for a graceful, heart thumping hunt, or a gruesome, bloody battle. Her tail is thick, but smooth looking, a lot like the rest of her lean body. She is neither plump or thin, but laying on the line of both of them. She was also born with the tattooing across the right side of her face. Her father told her many times that it resembled the tattooing of their ancestors, and that she was gifted for having such marking. Other wolves see her as evil. Marked by the sinful ancestors of the tribes. But Fallen, herself, see's the marking as individualism.
Picture:
Signature
Personality:
Fallen is a very noble wolf, though she knows no life of a tribe. She is very cautious, needing time to trust anyone. She has no friends and no family as she hasn't been given the chance. Her heart is one of loyalty and trustworthiness. She has a softness for cubs, and one day hopes to be gifted with her own. She is highly independent, thanks to the teachings of her father. She is easily disgusted by the weak and unwilling, and believes highly in survival of the fittest. Her father trained her to be a skilled and thoughtful warrior, and she enjoys a good challenge.
History:
Fallen was born under the first full moon of Redleaf. Her mother gave birth to a total of three pups, but it proved to be a chilly redleaf and a harsh whitecold. Her brothers died young, but although she was sick and close to dieing herself, Fallen survived. Her mother was a tribal wolf, but to what tribe she belonged is unknown to her. Her father was a loner, living his life as the free wolf he always enjoyed most. Her mother was out hunting when she ran into Fallen's father. After that, they met several times until her mother realized she was pregnant. She knew she couldn't return to her tribe and bare the pups of a loner, so she made the heartbreaking decision to leave the tribe. Fallen's mother never enjoyed the life of a loner as her father did, and after suffering the death of two pups she decided to return to her tribe. She faced several problems including the decision to leave Fallen with her father. She left her pup and her mate behind to return to her beloved tribe. Her father faced the problem of never raising a pup before, but he proved to be a natural father. That is, until one dreaded night.
Fallen followed her father as she always had before. She trusted her father with her life, little did she know that that is exactly what he was putting on the line. They had been traveling all night and what appeared in front of her was nothing like she had seen before. There was tall blockades that looked like red mud. There was also wholes in the blockades that were filled with what looked like frozen water. Her father told her that they were village places that housed the two-legged. She stayed low naturally, not knowing what to expect. She continued to follow her father despite her curiosity. A scent drifted to her right before her father disappeared into a little village place. She edged closer and watched as her father attacked a small sheep. He was completely silent but all the animals around that sheep began crying out in terror. Then her head snapped to shouting inside one of the village places and two twolegs ran out with two softies, as her father called them, ran out with them. She ran to her father who was struggling with the sheep that he had killed in one blow. The other animals were stomping violently at him. She yelled to her father "Leave it. The twolegs and their softies are coming! Father we must go," but he wouldn't leave the corpse, as we hadn't eaten in nearly two days. "Father!," She shouted for him again, but he just stood there and stared at her. She thought he must have been in some sort of trance from the fear of being stomped, but then he suddenly ran full speed toward her. She turned around to see the twoleg standing over her with some sort of shiny object in his hand held over his head. She turned her head toward her father to see him leap over her. He hit the twoleg straight in the chest and watched as he toppled over by his force. He swung at her father and she ran to protect him from the other twoleg and their softy muts, but they were clearly out numbered. One of the softies leaped at her, but Fallen swung in time and knocked the mut to the ground. It didn't get back up. The second softy coward to the first softy's side. Then her father yelled "Fallen run!" and she stared at her father briefly until she heard more ruckus behind her. She watched in horror as twolegs flooded out from the village places. "Run!" her father shouted again. She hesitated only momentarily, feeling that is was sinful to leave in the mist of battle, and even worse to leave her beloved father behind. "Go!" and she did. She left and ran for the woods but at a reluctant pace. As she reached the edge of the woods she stopped and turned around to hopefully see her father behind her. But he wasn't. She took a step back toward the village places, but it was too late. A gun shot sounded and she heard her father's pain filled howl. She turned around and padded off silently. Barely six moons old, and alone. She sat there, under the full moon, and mourned her father's death, howling low and heart-filled.
The next several moons were difficult for her. Her father had just begun teaching her hunting and fighting skills only a moon before. She continued that training on her own, becoming the best she could. She enjoys fighting but wont kill unless it is the only choice. She has traveled many miles, not staying too long in one area, but she doesn't much enjoy the life of a loner. She holds hopes that she will be excepted into the right tribe.
Belief in Tribe of Life:
No, for she has never been taught of the Tribe of Life.
Example Post:
Crouched behind a tall pine stood Fallen. She blended easily with the shadows that surrounded her. She watched the small doe with steady, unmoving, emerald green eyes. She prepared herself for the leap, both mentally and physically. She knew the leap would be perfect as the doe moved closer to the pine. She was down wind so the doe couldn't smell her. Four more steps and the doe would be in perfect range. One. Her haunches were in a neat position. Two, three. The doe would fall perfectly into the trap. Four! She leaped at the doe, taking it down before it could comprehend what was happening. She latched her jaw around it's neck. Her mouth watered at the first taste of blood, and she sat there letting the doe fidget under her as more blood seeped into her awaiting mouth. She figured she had let it suffer long enough and bit down hard enough to snap it's neck. The poor, yet tasty, doe's dead body gave a last jerk before it lay there, dead.
Fallen Melody
Gender:
Female
Animal:
European Wolf
Age:
12 moons (13 on the next full moon.)
Tribe:
Position:
Peltage:
Fallen was born odd from the rest of her siblings. Her mother was a short furred, white wolf, and her father a short furred, gray and brown wolf. Both of her siblings were born with resembling coats, but Fallen was born with thick, long, black and silver-ish white fur. She is completely different from her family in every appearance except she was gifted with her fathers deep, emerald gaze. She has seen animals become mesmerized by her eyes, and she every bit enjoys it. Her size is small for a European breed, looking more like a medium American wolf. She has always believed she was made to fit into shadows. Fallen's claws are sharp and long, ready for a graceful, heart thumping hunt, or a gruesome, bloody battle. Her tail is thick, but smooth looking, a lot like the rest of her lean body. She is neither plump or thin, but laying on the line of both of them. She was also born with the tattooing across the right side of her face. Her father told her many times that it resembled the tattooing of their ancestors, and that she was gifted for having such marking. Other wolves see her as evil. Marked by the sinful ancestors of the tribes. But Fallen, herself, see's the marking as individualism.
Picture:
Signature
Personality:
Fallen is a very noble wolf, though she knows no life of a tribe. She is very cautious, needing time to trust anyone. She has no friends and no family as she hasn't been given the chance. Her heart is one of loyalty and trustworthiness. She has a softness for cubs, and one day hopes to be gifted with her own. She is highly independent, thanks to the teachings of her father. She is easily disgusted by the weak and unwilling, and believes highly in survival of the fittest. Her father trained her to be a skilled and thoughtful warrior, and she enjoys a good challenge.
History:
Fallen was born under the first full moon of Redleaf. Her mother gave birth to a total of three pups, but it proved to be a chilly redleaf and a harsh whitecold. Her brothers died young, but although she was sick and close to dieing herself, Fallen survived. Her mother was a tribal wolf, but to what tribe she belonged is unknown to her. Her father was a loner, living his life as the free wolf he always enjoyed most. Her mother was out hunting when she ran into Fallen's father. After that, they met several times until her mother realized she was pregnant. She knew she couldn't return to her tribe and bare the pups of a loner, so she made the heartbreaking decision to leave the tribe. Fallen's mother never enjoyed the life of a loner as her father did, and after suffering the death of two pups she decided to return to her tribe. She faced several problems including the decision to leave Fallen with her father. She left her pup and her mate behind to return to her beloved tribe. Her father faced the problem of never raising a pup before, but he proved to be a natural father. That is, until one dreaded night.
Fallen followed her father as she always had before. She trusted her father with her life, little did she know that that is exactly what he was putting on the line. They had been traveling all night and what appeared in front of her was nothing like she had seen before. There was tall blockades that looked like red mud. There was also wholes in the blockades that were filled with what looked like frozen water. Her father told her that they were village places that housed the two-legged. She stayed low naturally, not knowing what to expect. She continued to follow her father despite her curiosity. A scent drifted to her right before her father disappeared into a little village place. She edged closer and watched as her father attacked a small sheep. He was completely silent but all the animals around that sheep began crying out in terror. Then her head snapped to shouting inside one of the village places and two twolegs ran out with two softies, as her father called them, ran out with them. She ran to her father who was struggling with the sheep that he had killed in one blow. The other animals were stomping violently at him. She yelled to her father "Leave it. The twolegs and their softies are coming! Father we must go," but he wouldn't leave the corpse, as we hadn't eaten in nearly two days. "Father!," She shouted for him again, but he just stood there and stared at her. She thought he must have been in some sort of trance from the fear of being stomped, but then he suddenly ran full speed toward her. She turned around to see the twoleg standing over her with some sort of shiny object in his hand held over his head. She turned her head toward her father to see him leap over her. He hit the twoleg straight in the chest and watched as he toppled over by his force. He swung at her father and she ran to protect him from the other twoleg and their softy muts, but they were clearly out numbered. One of the softies leaped at her, but Fallen swung in time and knocked the mut to the ground. It didn't get back up. The second softy coward to the first softy's side. Then her father yelled "Fallen run!" and she stared at her father briefly until she heard more ruckus behind her. She watched in horror as twolegs flooded out from the village places. "Run!" her father shouted again. She hesitated only momentarily, feeling that is was sinful to leave in the mist of battle, and even worse to leave her beloved father behind. "Go!" and she did. She left and ran for the woods but at a reluctant pace. As she reached the edge of the woods she stopped and turned around to hopefully see her father behind her. But he wasn't. She took a step back toward the village places, but it was too late. A gun shot sounded and she heard her father's pain filled howl. She turned around and padded off silently. Barely six moons old, and alone. She sat there, under the full moon, and mourned her father's death, howling low and heart-filled.
The next several moons were difficult for her. Her father had just begun teaching her hunting and fighting skills only a moon before. She continued that training on her own, becoming the best she could. She enjoys fighting but wont kill unless it is the only choice. She has traveled many miles, not staying too long in one area, but she doesn't much enjoy the life of a loner. She holds hopes that she will be excepted into the right tribe.
Belief in Tribe of Life:
No, for she has never been taught of the Tribe of Life.
Example Post:
Crouched behind a tall pine stood Fallen. She blended easily with the shadows that surrounded her. She watched the small doe with steady, unmoving, emerald green eyes. She prepared herself for the leap, both mentally and physically. She knew the leap would be perfect as the doe moved closer to the pine. She was down wind so the doe couldn't smell her. Four more steps and the doe would be in perfect range. One. Her haunches were in a neat position. Two, three. The doe would fall perfectly into the trap. Four! She leaped at the doe, taking it down before it could comprehend what was happening. She latched her jaw around it's neck. Her mouth watered at the first taste of blood, and she sat there letting the doe fidget under her as more blood seeped into her awaiting mouth. She figured she had let it suffer long enough and bit down hard enough to snap it's neck. The poor, yet tasty, doe's dead body gave a last jerk before it lay there, dead.
Sorry about the misunderstanding. Wolves and whatnot are all new to me. I've read the warrior books and ur site reminded me of them except without cats. Haha.
But enough rambling.....