Post by nightfire on Jul 27, 2009 15:57:05 GMT -5
Name: Fire that pierces the Night
Nickname: Nightfire, Night (only those close to me may call me by this name)
Gender: Female (I hope its obvious)
Breed: Grey Wolf
Height: 28 in.
Age: For 2 years I have existed in this reality
Appearance:
I am a noticeable wolf. I am black furred with only a white patch on my chest. My eyes a gold hue. I am smaller than most, and my appearance thin. But don’t be fooled by my smallness, I am always alert and can put up a fight if provoked.
Disposition
I am a kind wolf, and go out of my way to help those who ask of me. I don't however, tolerate people taking advantage of this personality trait, and will speak out or refuse if I feel like I'm being used. I don't suggest getting on my bad side either, because my tongue is sharp, and so are my teeth. I prefer not to fight; even arguments ruffle my fur and make me uncomfortable. If you push me though.....well, let's just agree not to push me that far.
I'm definitely the wolf to go to if you're bored. I love doing new things, but be warned: my past ideas have included harassing grizzlies until they chase you. I recommend that you be rather speedy and smart if you want to spend the day with me. I believe that jumping snout-first into new situations is the best way to learn things! Even if it means you end up with a few porcupine quills embedded in your nose. Besides physical wounds heal over time right?
I love pups. I don’t recommend giving me pup sitter though; I might put the pups in danger unintentionally with tales of my adventures. I can't wait until I meet that perfect someone and have a few of my own. I also seek a companion or more, I don't like the current life that I am leading. I feel lonely.
My element is speed. I have not yet met someone who could match my pace, but I haven’t met many wolves as of yet. I love the feeling of the wind coursing through my fur as I race through the trees or romp in a field. I'm also competitive, challenge me to a contest, or dare me to try something I can almost guarantee I would take you up on it.
I love the night. The stars and the moon are entrancing, not to mention my fur allows me to sit unnoticed while unsuspecting prey draws close. A romantic dinner scene!
History
Living on my own for the most part has been repetitive and virtually uneventful, except for those crazy ideas that pop up every once in awhile (the grizzly and the porcupine, remember?). But I haven’t been alone until recently. Before now, I traveled with my sister.
My sister and I were opposite in every way except one. The only two in the litter, we were both black like our mother. My sister however, was not nearly as fast as me; instead she was the strong one. We both had stamina, which is a natural wolf trait. She was not as outgoing and spunky. She was reserved and soft-spoken, and a lot more cautious of a situation than I am. She would stop and think, while I jumped in without to much thought. We kept each other balanced, she made sure I didn’t get into to much trouble, and I made sure she didn’t miss out on any good opportunities. Her name, by the way, was River under the Ice, and we were inseparable.
My mother raised us alone. Our father didn’t really care much; he just hunted the food until we were weaned, then left my mother to finish our education. His name was Boulder, and he was dark brown with gray. My mother tried hard, and taught us a lot of helpful tips, like to hunt at night and use our dark fur to our advantage. However she was an old wolf, we were her last litter.
Our mother was a strong believer in tradition; our names went with the tradition of her old pack. My mother’s name was Night of no Stars, because she had no white on her whatsoever. I have a patch on my chest; my sister has a white/silver stripe running from her head to her tail.
When we were about one year old, our mother’s health started to deteriorate. We hunted for her and kept her as comfortable as possible. One winter night she quietly passed away in her sleep. After keeping a vigil over her body the next day, River and I set off to find a pack that take us in. We were happy and soon recovered from the blow sustained when our mother died. We hunted at would night, and could succeed at bringing down small deer. We covered distances and saw many new sights; I finally saw what fire was one night.
It was late, and we had traveled all day, we were looking for a place to rest. We came across a herd of two-legged creatures, and some dogs. At first the dogs were defensive, and snarled. Once they realized that we were too tired to do any harm, and were just curious, most of them walked off to continue what seemed to be a small border patrol. A young female named Rain Spirit sat with us and answered our queries, one of them being what the warm light was. It was fire. We set off the next morning, after howling a farewell.
About a week later we were ambushed by a small pack of four wolves looking for their own territory, we were caught completely off guard and I sustained some painful injuries. I sheltered in an old badger set for a few days to recover, only venturing out for water. When I felt a bit better, I searched for my sister. I tracked the faint trail to a shallow cave, but her scent was stale there too. I lost the scent after a storm. I haven’t seen her since.
I feel very lonely without her, and though no one could ever replace her, I seek to find friends. I want a pack, a mate and pups. So I continue the journey that River and I started together, with the same motive and more. I don’t think that I’ll ever stop scenting the wind for her, trying to find her, but life must go on.