Post by hecate on Nov 2, 2009 20:18:16 GMT -5
HECATE
[/size]”Why does it have to be wrong or right?
Why does it have to be one way or the other?
Won't somebody please, please tell me.
Why does it have to be black or white?
Why do we have to hurt one to love another?”[/b][/font]
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this is me in the flesh
,[/size][/b][/font]and you just get to stare ,[/center][/color][/size][/b][/font]
NICKNAME(S): Hec
AGE: 4 years
GENDER: female
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taste the sky,
and let me walk this earth ,
[/color][/font][/b][/center]and let me walk this earth ,
WEIGHT: 80 pounds
BUILD: Sturdy, slightly tall
GENERAL: *
Hecate isn't your typical delicate flower. She sports a sturdy build, made for trekking up and down steep mountain slopes and through dense forests without falling. Her structure is decently muscled with large paws, powerful legs and a well proportioned body. No one could really call Hecate beautiful, most describe her as "handsome" because she looks a bit rougher for the ware most of the time. It's no fault of hers that her appearance isn't as delicate or dainty as some would like but she doesn't mind it. Often, her thick fur is slightly ruffled with the scent of pine trees and mountain air lingering there. Her pelt is the typical double-layered coat, the top layer rather course while the bottom coat is dense and soft. Colored in various earth tones, Hecate's main coloring is a mix of dark grey and earthy browns. Cream colors her underbelly, the underside of her tail, insides of her legs, chest, throat and a decent portion of her muzzle. Sporting neutral eyes, Hecate's eyes are somewhere between muddy grey-green and amber, sometimes changing a bit with her mood. Really it's only visible if she goes from happy to furious in the span of a minute, eyes shifting from muted amber to muddy green. Hecate wears a rather dense coat all year long, regardless of the summer heat so mostly in the summer she'll keep to the cooler regions or be rather inactive.[/ul]
thoughts that make me go insane
,[/size][/color][/font][/font]but make me who I am ,[/center][/size][/b][/color][/font]
PERSONALITY:[/blockquote][/font]For the most part, Hecate is a mellow fem. She can take things as they come, rolling with the punches if you will. Sometimes though, Hecate can appear as rough as her outside makes her appear. She has a tendency for being too blunt or a tad sarcastic which can offend the wolves with softer hearts. Bearing no pity for the whiny, Hecate is a fan of eye rolling and the cold shoulder treatment. She believes that wolves weren't given voices to whine about how hard their lives were. Once you get past her rough exterior though, many find Hecate to be a complex fem. She likes company but will never admit to loneliness, has a soft spot for pups and innocent young wolves but will always call them annoying brats when others are around. Some would say she was born with the disposition of an old lady and they wouldn't be far off but, Hecate is capable of tender affection. She'd never turn away a hurting wolf or an orphan and doesn't have a problem with being a provider. Hecate likes to feel needed and keep busy, keeping her mind off of her loneliness since not many wolves hang around her for long because her rough exterior. What she wants is someone to love her but is too enclosed in her shell to let anyone see her vulnerable. Hecate likes to play the part of the firm, motherly figure that some might need as well as the she-wolf that doesn't know what emotional hurt is. While sharp in tongue and rather closed off, Hecate makes up for it with her natural mothering instinct and tendency for protectiveness of complete strangers. If someone strikes her fancy, Hecate will always keep an eye on them. Despite appearing rather aggressive and straightforward, Hecate doesn't intentionally seek fights. She is actually one of the first wolves to back down if someone comes after her but the first to snap her jaws if someone goes after a loved one. More or less, she'll ignore her needs if someone else needs more than her. She feels like an outcast to the world because of her past, weary of loving but lonely.
LIKES:
• Quiet nights
• Pups or young wolves
• Dreaming
DISLIKES:
• Snakes
• Fire
• Really hot summers
• Overly charming males
all over my shoulder,
[/color]but it keeps coming back to haunt me ,[/b][/font][/color][/center][/size]
SIBLINGS: Yue, Tempa and Barek
OTHER: Haben *first mate*, Kalm *stillborn pup*
HISTORY:
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Hecate was born into a pretty standard pack. The lead pair were kindly wolves and the pack was the sort that was several generations old, everyone comfortable with everyone and the whole dynamic of the pack in perfect working order. Her parents were a pair named Kojo and Sierra, both respectable wolves and skilled enough to be useful to the pack. Kojo was a rather large wolf and his muscular, powerful figure carried over to Hecate's brother, Barek. Her mother was the exact opposite, petite, short and delicate in every way. This showed up in Hecate's sister Yue the most. That left her and her sister Tempa somewhere in the middle. Tempa was shorter than Hecate, drawn more toward their mother's figure but with a thicker coat and slightly more sturdy appearance while Hecate fell more toward her father. What she did get from her mother was her eye color and her slender muzzle. Apart from that, most of the pack could tell exactly who Hecate's father was but, in the beginning it didn't bother her. Sure, she was a bit bigger than her sisters but that just meant she could rough around with the older pups more. Kojo loved it, claiming she would be the next best hunter in the pack when he got too old and grey to hunt anymore.
For the first year and a half, this was how Hecate's life went. She learned how to hunt, often ran with the males more than the females and developed a fast tongue and quick wit. Her dry humor often made the other females in the pack shake their heads but, Hecate neverminded them. It wasn't until the summer she turned two that she got her first taste of life outside of the pack.
While hunting on the southern ridge, Hecate met a handsome dark grey wolf named Haben. He was so dark grey he was nearly black with ice blue eyes, a smooth-talking nature and dark allure. For some reason, Hecate found herself thoroughly charmed by him and often snuck off to meet him. While her head told her he was dangerous, her heart ran wild about him. When the pack alphas found out about him and went to chase him off, Hecate stood between Haben and the alphas. She denied her parents and declared she was going to travel with him, that she was tired of being told what to do and that she wanted to leave. The alphas grudgenly let her go and her parents were visibly hurt by her leaving but, at the time, Hecate didn't care. She was in love and wanted to run with Haben for as long as she lived. So, she left. Later that autumn, Hecate was pregnant.
She hadn't thought about the seasons and gave birth in the dark, cold heart of winter. While she laid in the impromptu den giving birth, Haben left. Hecate gave birth to one pup whom she named Kalm. Sadly however, Kalm didn't survive even one hour outside of his mother and died before the sun rose. Hecate still doesn't know how long she laid in the den, grieving her dead son before she left it and discovered Haben long gone. She buried Kalm and for several days howled and called for Haben. His trail was gone, buried under snow and age and he never answered her if he heard her.
Heartbroken, Hecate found herself in an unfamiliar world without anyone to help her. From then one she hardened her heart but was never able to turn away a pup that came to her. She decided she wouldn't trust a male again, not the alluring charmers like Haben because they only led to hurt. When she came across faes like her, following males like lovestruck pups, she would always stop them and warn them that the friendly face and soft voice they followed wouldn't always be there, not out of cruelty like they assumed but because she had learned that lesson well.
we go over it again and again,
[/color]and it never seems to change ,[/color][/b][/font][/center]
The sunlight slanting through the leaves overhead was what woke the grey-brown she-wolf. She knew it was late afternoon already, dawn long past and the day stretched out before her like an endless stream but she didn't harken to its call quite yet. Instead, the femme shifted a little, tucking her paws closer to her soft belly, tucked in among the roots of an old maple tree, basking in the mix of cool shade and warm sunlight. An odd mix of sensations it was but, oddly pleasant. Maybe it wasn't just the warm and cool sensation that was pleasant. Maybe it was also the fact that Hecate knew she was in no hurry to rise? She liked laying around in the mornings. It wasn't like she had a mother to wake her up at dawn or a father to have her hunt the day away.[/ul]
That passing thought however, shunned sleep from Hecate's mind. Her grey-amber eyes flickered open to see the still mountainside forest all around her. Golden sunlight, leafy greens and dark browns created the pallete of the place but, oddly it had lost its relaxing appeal. A frown furrowed Hecate's face as she raised her head from where it had laid among her curled paws. She was alone again, just like she was always alone. The mountainside was still, not even a bird chirping in the branches. A bitter taste formed in Hecate's mouth making her frown deepen and her head to shake. What was she thinking? Of course she was alone! She was always alone! Ever since Haben had led her off with all his false promises and devil's tongue. Clenching her jaws, Hecate shook her head firmly, trying to chase away thoughts of the devil in disguise.
Pushing herself up, Hecate unfolded from her curled sleeping position and shook her thick fur. Bits of leaf litter, grass and bark tumbled off of her side, leaving her fur a bit ruffled but no worse than normal. Determined not to give the past another thought, Hecate was glad when her stomach rumbled. A meal, she needed to find some food. That would give her something else to think about.
A new goal in mind, the powerfully built huntress set off toward a steep ridge to the west, loping along at a steady pace. Her large paws carried her with ease even over the rocky ground and low boulders covered in slippery moss. She emptied out her mind, letting herself focus only on the hunt, ignoring the cold water of the stream as she splashed through it, letting the sensation wake her up further. The past was the past and there was nothing to be done about it now. She had to feed herself and maybe travel a bit further into the mountains. There was no time for dwelling on what could have beens and what should have beens.