Post by faded on Jul 20, 2009 23:41:10 GMT -5
Name:
My calling is Sayna. I suppose shortening it is really not necessary as it is quite simple already.
~~~
Gender:
The feminine curve of my frame should tell you my gender quite easily.
~~~
Breed:
My heritage is mostly Gray wolf but I do have Red wolf blood running through my veins as well.
~~~
Height:
I stand twenty-eight inches at my shoulder.
~~~
Age:
My presence has graced this world for two and a half years.
~~~
Appearance:
Give me a brief glance and you will assume my heritage is that of a Gray Wolf. You would be close, but not quite on the mark. Though I possess the thick, ivory coat of my father, the blood passed down from my mother’s red wolf ancestry shows itself in the rest of my petite form. More lithe and lean than my father, I am not quite as small in stature as she either, but rather in between them both. There is one feature that I gained solely from him and that is my eyes. Rimmed in black, their warm amber color stands out quite starkly against the white background of fur around them. Despite my best attempts, I can never quite seem to keep some small hint of my emotions from being mirrored in their depths. It is something I have always considered my greatest weakness in regards to surviving outside the safety and trust of a pack. The last and most noticeable feature I possess is my nose. Unlike the dark colored ones of my kin, my own is a light shade of pink, darkening toward the edges to a liver color. Unique? Yes, and I have suffered my fair share of ridicule over it, however, I would have it no other way.
~~~
Disposition:
I would not consider myself a highly complicated creature. Simplicity is something I have found lacking in many of my brethren’s lives and therefore I make a concerted effort to ensure it is present in my own. Little things that most take for granted, such as the pleasant gurgle of a creek or the warbling tune of a sparrow adds joy to my day. There is nothing I enjoy more than a long walk through the forest, slipping quietly from one patch of sunlight to the next. By this point you probably are beginning to think my yearning for such tranquil pursuits has rendered me bereft of much feeling or emotion beyond a calm indifference. On that point, however, you would be quite wrong.
Below the serene mask that covers my features there is a swirling pool of emotion on the edge of spilling over if I should allow it. Incite my anger and you will forever carry a mark to remind you of your foolishness. Loyalty runs deep to my family and pack and nothing short of death or the darkest betrayal could break that bond. There is nothing I would not do to protect those I love, even kill if I must. However, conflict and violence is something I try to avoid at all costs, a last resort so to speak. Too many times I have witnessed the grief it causes; sorrow that never truly heals.
~~~
History:
My life started out underneath the burning orange rays of a newly risen sun, or at least that was what my parents told me growing up. I cannot say I remember much of my first few months, as most of it I spent within the safety of my parents’ den. I was the older of only two pups, though I was comparatively smaller than my younger brother Artimas and have been since then, a fact that he jokingly never let me forget either. Our parents, Vanner and Rhyarra were the Beta pair of the Deep Forest pack; gaining its name from the thickly forested terrain we called our home. Most of the pack was gray wolves, including our father, but some had a mix of Red wolf in their veins as well, my mother being one of them. It is to her I contribute my more petite build.
Though the memories I have of my birth are limited I remember quite distinctly the first day Artimas and I were allowed out of the den. What a sight it was! So many colors and smells assailed my senses I hardly knew what to do with myself. However, my natural curiosity soon got the better of me and I quickly grew used to it all and so began many fun hours of play among the trees and ferns that grew abundantly from the forest floor. It was soon after this that we were introduced to the rest of our pack, including the only slightly older pups of the Alpha male and female. The two females, Staria and Milagra, were friendly and soon became our close playmates. The oldest pup, Sorren, however, seemed to delight in bullying us all, though myself more than the rest simply because of my smaller size. I learned quite quickly how to fight back, using my tiny ivory teeth to keep him at bay as best I could. It was Artimas, however, who protected me most of the time, unafraid of the older male pup, a fact that only served to strengthen our already tight bond.
The first two years of my life were peaceful and prosperous for our pack. Life was good and it seemed as if nothing could harm us. Looking back I can see how utterly naïve that thought truly was. It all started that summer with the worst drought to ever hit our land making the plants dry and brittle, even in the coolest parts of the forest. Even the stream that flowed through the middle of our land, a sparkling river that brought me the greatest of joy simply by watching it gurgle and bubble, grew so shallow it could barely be called a puddle. Prey that had once been abundant had grown scare, most moving on to find a new source of sustenance. Already two of our oldest members in the pack had succumbed to the lack of water and prey and it had come to the point where the Alpha considered moving our pack to a new home until the rains returned.
Many were loathe leaving the land of their forefathers however, so the plan was stalled for a time. So many times now I wish we would have left then. Maybe then the pain of what was to come would never had to have been experienced. The day had actually been the first to give us hope, with dark clouds gathering on the horizon and soon covering the entire sky. We had all waited with anticipation at the familiar sound of thunder but this storm had not brought the much needed rain. Instead great bolts of lightning flashed out of the sky, making bright arcs streak down toward the trees. Hitting one of the many parched maples was all it took to start the fire, the flames greedily eating everything in their path, finding little resistance from the dry vegetation. The fire was upon us almost before we had even realized it was there and despite the Alphas’ and my parent’s attempts to keep everyone calm and together chaos ensued and I found myself stumbling my way through the burning forest alone, the thick smoke confusing my senses to the point where I lost my way completely.
I most certainly expected to die there that day and would have had my brother not found me. Follow me, he had said and I did, sticking close to his side as he led us through the flame engulfed woods of our home. I don’t know how he knew which way would get us out but somehow we reached the border of the woods that opened into vast plains beyond and for the first time I finally felt a flicker of hope that we might make it. Closer it grew, a few thousand feet and we could run, escape. It was the cracking sound of a tree I remember most clearly, the great oak now consumed by flames falling to the ground and we were right in its path. Before I could do anything Artimas had leaped to push me out of the way and I found myself tumbling upon the ground only feet away from where it slammed into the ground. I scurried to my feet. Artimas? Where was Artimas? But he was gone; the burning oak testament to what I knew was true but didn’t want to believe. For a moment I simply stood there, frozen, even as the smoldering embers began to scald the tender pads of my paws.
Run. That single thought suddenly burst through my mind and I listened, wheeling around to dash out of the forest and into the meadow, running, running, running. And I have not stopped.
~~~
Picture:
My calling is Sayna. I suppose shortening it is really not necessary as it is quite simple already.
~~~
Gender:
The feminine curve of my frame should tell you my gender quite easily.
~~~
Breed:
My heritage is mostly Gray wolf but I do have Red wolf blood running through my veins as well.
~~~
Height:
I stand twenty-eight inches at my shoulder.
~~~
Age:
My presence has graced this world for two and a half years.
~~~
Appearance:
Give me a brief glance and you will assume my heritage is that of a Gray Wolf. You would be close, but not quite on the mark. Though I possess the thick, ivory coat of my father, the blood passed down from my mother’s red wolf ancestry shows itself in the rest of my petite form. More lithe and lean than my father, I am not quite as small in stature as she either, but rather in between them both. There is one feature that I gained solely from him and that is my eyes. Rimmed in black, their warm amber color stands out quite starkly against the white background of fur around them. Despite my best attempts, I can never quite seem to keep some small hint of my emotions from being mirrored in their depths. It is something I have always considered my greatest weakness in regards to surviving outside the safety and trust of a pack. The last and most noticeable feature I possess is my nose. Unlike the dark colored ones of my kin, my own is a light shade of pink, darkening toward the edges to a liver color. Unique? Yes, and I have suffered my fair share of ridicule over it, however, I would have it no other way.
~~~
Disposition:
I would not consider myself a highly complicated creature. Simplicity is something I have found lacking in many of my brethren’s lives and therefore I make a concerted effort to ensure it is present in my own. Little things that most take for granted, such as the pleasant gurgle of a creek or the warbling tune of a sparrow adds joy to my day. There is nothing I enjoy more than a long walk through the forest, slipping quietly from one patch of sunlight to the next. By this point you probably are beginning to think my yearning for such tranquil pursuits has rendered me bereft of much feeling or emotion beyond a calm indifference. On that point, however, you would be quite wrong.
Below the serene mask that covers my features there is a swirling pool of emotion on the edge of spilling over if I should allow it. Incite my anger and you will forever carry a mark to remind you of your foolishness. Loyalty runs deep to my family and pack and nothing short of death or the darkest betrayal could break that bond. There is nothing I would not do to protect those I love, even kill if I must. However, conflict and violence is something I try to avoid at all costs, a last resort so to speak. Too many times I have witnessed the grief it causes; sorrow that never truly heals.
~~~
History:
My life started out underneath the burning orange rays of a newly risen sun, or at least that was what my parents told me growing up. I cannot say I remember much of my first few months, as most of it I spent within the safety of my parents’ den. I was the older of only two pups, though I was comparatively smaller than my younger brother Artimas and have been since then, a fact that he jokingly never let me forget either. Our parents, Vanner and Rhyarra were the Beta pair of the Deep Forest pack; gaining its name from the thickly forested terrain we called our home. Most of the pack was gray wolves, including our father, but some had a mix of Red wolf in their veins as well, my mother being one of them. It is to her I contribute my more petite build.
Though the memories I have of my birth are limited I remember quite distinctly the first day Artimas and I were allowed out of the den. What a sight it was! So many colors and smells assailed my senses I hardly knew what to do with myself. However, my natural curiosity soon got the better of me and I quickly grew used to it all and so began many fun hours of play among the trees and ferns that grew abundantly from the forest floor. It was soon after this that we were introduced to the rest of our pack, including the only slightly older pups of the Alpha male and female. The two females, Staria and Milagra, were friendly and soon became our close playmates. The oldest pup, Sorren, however, seemed to delight in bullying us all, though myself more than the rest simply because of my smaller size. I learned quite quickly how to fight back, using my tiny ivory teeth to keep him at bay as best I could. It was Artimas, however, who protected me most of the time, unafraid of the older male pup, a fact that only served to strengthen our already tight bond.
The first two years of my life were peaceful and prosperous for our pack. Life was good and it seemed as if nothing could harm us. Looking back I can see how utterly naïve that thought truly was. It all started that summer with the worst drought to ever hit our land making the plants dry and brittle, even in the coolest parts of the forest. Even the stream that flowed through the middle of our land, a sparkling river that brought me the greatest of joy simply by watching it gurgle and bubble, grew so shallow it could barely be called a puddle. Prey that had once been abundant had grown scare, most moving on to find a new source of sustenance. Already two of our oldest members in the pack had succumbed to the lack of water and prey and it had come to the point where the Alpha considered moving our pack to a new home until the rains returned.
Many were loathe leaving the land of their forefathers however, so the plan was stalled for a time. So many times now I wish we would have left then. Maybe then the pain of what was to come would never had to have been experienced. The day had actually been the first to give us hope, with dark clouds gathering on the horizon and soon covering the entire sky. We had all waited with anticipation at the familiar sound of thunder but this storm had not brought the much needed rain. Instead great bolts of lightning flashed out of the sky, making bright arcs streak down toward the trees. Hitting one of the many parched maples was all it took to start the fire, the flames greedily eating everything in their path, finding little resistance from the dry vegetation. The fire was upon us almost before we had even realized it was there and despite the Alphas’ and my parent’s attempts to keep everyone calm and together chaos ensued and I found myself stumbling my way through the burning forest alone, the thick smoke confusing my senses to the point where I lost my way completely.
I most certainly expected to die there that day and would have had my brother not found me. Follow me, he had said and I did, sticking close to his side as he led us through the flame engulfed woods of our home. I don’t know how he knew which way would get us out but somehow we reached the border of the woods that opened into vast plains beyond and for the first time I finally felt a flicker of hope that we might make it. Closer it grew, a few thousand feet and we could run, escape. It was the cracking sound of a tree I remember most clearly, the great oak now consumed by flames falling to the ground and we were right in its path. Before I could do anything Artimas had leaped to push me out of the way and I found myself tumbling upon the ground only feet away from where it slammed into the ground. I scurried to my feet. Artimas? Where was Artimas? But he was gone; the burning oak testament to what I knew was true but didn’t want to believe. For a moment I simply stood there, frozen, even as the smoldering embers began to scald the tender pads of my paws.
Run. That single thought suddenly burst through my mind and I listened, wheeling around to dash out of the forest and into the meadow, running, running, running. And I have not stopped.
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