Post by Hyenism on Jul 25, 2013 5:00:41 GMT -5
These are all the characters I'm moving over from another site, this thread will be deleted when they're all done so don't mind me! x3
Name:
Silence
Nickname:
None
Age:
Young, only a pup but my exact age is unknown to me
Orientation:
I have to many voices of both genders to know what i myself prefur.
Zodiac Sign:
Scorpio
Home Location:
Evunackai Marshlands
Rank:
My desire to watch and learn requires not a position of power but rather lack of, I would choose to be struck down by those I call family so Omega is the most fitting rank for myself.
Rank Position:
N/A
Appearance:
I am not beautiful this I am sure but many would find a wolf such as I strange indeed. My fur, although it is white by birth, is stained with blood and dirt. I am covered in many scratches and abrasions but that is nothing, my tail is broken and bent close to the tip, its fur almost completely gone as well as a large percentage of the skin and flesh. My feet are sliced and scabbed up to the knee and my right ear is half gone leaving an ugly string of flesh that hangs down past my right eye. My eyes are green although my left eye is now partially white in places and quite obviously cannot see more than deformed shapes and blurs. My teeth are white and chipped although I am unsure how this happened however my claws are also in much the same disarray from walking through the freezing mountains. My split and callused pads are a soft green tone. Under my left eyes there are two bright lime green stripes that run vertically, they end just past my top jaw near my cheek and join to my lips, and these are also green. My tongue and gums are my favorite feature however, they are a soft normal tone of pink. My most normal feature. Oh… one last thing I should really say, on my back right leg right up to my thigh are a series of deep yet short gashes, some still bleed but many have healed and scarred.
Extra Limbs:
Yes I have them but they don’t work. My white feathers are broken and uneven, many stick together and just the size is enough to ensure they are unusable.
Personality:
How does one describe their own personality? It is difficult to explain… I am not normal in many ways, my mind mature beyond most years I have trouble being with other wolves. I am not stupid and hate to be treated as such but the fear of rejection does affect me. I am very quiet and will speak only when spoken to, I wander a lot and can drift far from home and I have an inability to be near others. I am scared of fire but I try to avoid letting the knowledge slip from my lungs. I don’t really know what else I can tell you… There is no easy way is there? Well… lets see… I am very wise and excellent at plotting hunts and the like, I’m not one for pointless chatter but I do enjoy a nice talk. I prefer to sleep during the day far from prying eyes and I will never turn my back on a wolf that needs me. I am loyal to all who ask for it and even some who don’t. I priorities the young over the old and everyone above myself, I cannot take a life willingly but many times the voices in my head persuade me to do so but neither them or I are evil so please don’t jump to conclusions. I only take what I need or what others need and I always give something back, the series of slices up my back right leg are proof of my crimes. Each slice is a life I have taken.
Ability:
My power is strange, almost as strange as I. The voices of the dead sing to me, they sing songs filled with fear and betrayal. I can use this however to learn of the events unfolding thought the world as well as force another to hear. Many creatures cannot withstand this however, the songs are strong with emotion and the heart of a normal creature suffocates under the intensity.
History:
I was born through the union of two twisted and morbid wolves, the abandoned me and my two sisters at birth and for this they will forever remain unforgiven. I and my sisters traveled far and at first my mind was as ignorant as theirs however over time the voices began to whisper to me. I learned fast the things they taught me and soon I was protecting my sisters more then they knew. My sister Fae whom named me had always led us safely but all to soon our “happy” little family was torn apart.
My sister, Seeker, was murdered in cold blood before my eyes and despite my attempts I was… physically unable… to save her. Fae and I then ran, we ran all through the night but come morning we had somehow been separated… the voices soon whispered of the injuries that had befallen her and of the wolf whom had saved her so willingly. I had no way of reaching her however, the male whom had saved her travelled quickly covering three times the space I could in a day. I turned my back on her knowing she would be safe after the whispers explained all that had happened. I then walked for some time, taking only what I need however the voice of the one I hunted would cry within my mind for many days to come, I was forced to please them by destroying my flesh.
I lived like this for a few months, the land around me had dried and snow soon became non-existent in the landscape that surrounded me. I soon met a very strange wolf… She called herself Shay and the whispers told me of her connection to not only Kavu the wolf who saved my sisters life but a wolf named Keith who dwelled in the lands I just passed. Shay walked with me for some time hunting for us both so I could avoid the angry cries of the preys owners, she tought me how to control my voices, to block them out and listen to just one at a time. However this happy union didn’t last either and shay soon disappeared, even the voices could not find her and a feared for her safety.
The whispers explained how this had happened before, it confused me as to what ability she had been hiding from me but one whisper told me of the words she spoke to it, this amazed me… A thought occurred, she could hear what I had been hearing… Her last words where of a pack not far from my current destination so with weary feet I followed her directions… I don’t know where I have found myself though… I have been walking these lands for a few day now and the whispers tell me of the amazing wolves that dwell here, I am getting closer and I hope to find them soon…
Place Of Birth:
Unknown
Date Of Birth:
Unknown
Birth Rank:
None
Birth Name:
None Given
Father:
Forgotten
Mother:
Forgotten
Siblings:
Seeker: Female, Fae: Female
Partner:
Well that would be nice but all males my age are still but pups. My mind is far to advanced for a relationship with one and any older then I would be disgusted by such a thought.
Pup:
I am just a pup myself but in time I hope for one.
Grandpup(s):
None now, maybe never.
Name: Sindune
Nickname: Sin, Dune, Dusk, Dawn
Age:
Orientation: Straight
Zodiac Sign: Aries
Home Location: The Sacred Lands
Rank: Loner
Rank Position: N/A
Appearance:
Sin lacks a solid physical form rather his body is composed of billions of tiny metal grains. The pieces of metal are constantly moving due to the large magnetic orb in his “chest” for lack of better terminology. Roughly the size of tennis ball this orb is primarily his source of life. Destroy this and he will die. These pieces of unnamed metal are a very dark grey and reflect even the slightest ray of light often earning him the nickname of angel due to the aura that surrounds him. During moonlit hours this is a very spectacular sight and perhaps the most beautiful anyone is likely to encounter.
However this is not his birth form nor is he restricted to it. He can rearrange the flow of these orbs at any time to make himself look like any creature however he cannot stretch them to far from his centre. If for any reason some of these metal pieces are pulled to far he will instantly revert to his solid wolf form.
As a normal wolf his pelt is very short but still maintains the metal colouring, his whole form looks like it is made solely of metal and on many occasions he has been mistaken for some sort of human sculpture. His skin however isn’t hard or unwoundable. It’s just as soft as any others even with its surreal reflection. His eyes have no pupils and appear like small lumps of gold, as do his teeth and claws. His metal tone isn’t perfect, large area’s are tarnished or scratched, his fur all cut uneven and messy. His ears are missing large sections like clothing left for the moths.
Extra Limbs:
None
Personality:
Sin speaks little; he has no love for life and in relation no love for anything that still lives. He cares for no one but himself and if anthers life was left in his care he would simply turn away and allow whatever torture awaits to fall upon the poor creature. He prefers his own company and has no remorse for hurting the feelings of another, he will abandon anyone who offers no benefit to his current quest or way of life. Due to his time in captivity he has even developed a seed of hatred towards his own kin. Wolves disgust him, the have no boundaries or decency. He will speak his mind without second thought and take their consequences head on.
The kinder side to his personality still doesn’t rise much from the minuses, at the very best he may walk away from a fight he knows he will win or assist someone he passes by briefly and only if their troubles are small and easily fixed. Contrary to what all this might say he is not evil. He doesn’t find great thrills in killing another (although he does love the taste of an enemies blood) nor will he go out of his way to spill innocent blood. His kinder side can always be reached with a little effort and a kind heart. The easiest way to touch his metal core would be through the innocent eyes of a child. The same child he once was and what he wished he could have always been.
Ability:
It is more or less his ability to explode his form. Besides this he has very little.
History:
As a pup Sin had no idea of his easily transformed shape. The best he had hoped for was maybe a fireball or good sense of smell. His brothers all had powers. Granted they all had the same power but sin wanted this all the same. He wanted it with every ounce of his being but instead he seemed to have been born normal. A fluffy white pup with nothing special to offer. He grew up this way.
During his teen ages he had started to except this about him. He loved his family and who he was and knew deep within him that he didn’t need anything special. Even when his brother asked how he would defend himself he replied with confidence that his family would always be there for him, and he would always be there for them in exchange. He believed this with every ounce of his being, this thought made him strong.
Sadly however this was not the case. Humans had come, they had found him and his family during the first few weeks of the great war. He had been hunting and after arriving home found one of his siblings torn and pasted against the walls of his den. Furious and disgusted he dived in deeper, calling for his family, hoping they had escaped. The den was empty, they had fled. He decided then he would find them so with his nose lowered he quickly found his fathers strong scent and followed it at an even pace. He followed it for almost an hour before they came into sight not to far into the distance. Overwhelmed with relief he bolted across the shifting sands faster than he had ever run before and likewise his two remaining siblings dived to meet him. The distance was great but each leap brought them closer.
Each leap one of faith.
Before his eyes both their white forms had divided, their pieces scattered in a horrific explosion. In seconds the air had been flooded with red before with a dim humph the yellowed sands had been drenched with the last of his siblings blood. His scream could no be contained. He continued running, running for his parents. He wouldn’t make it in time. The human tank was to close and its aim was already upon the very last of his family. Diving through the scarlet sea his white fur was coated in his siblings life force. He longed to stop and cry into the skies of the humans horrific deeds but within moments it had passed and lay invisible behind him. Like the event had never occurred.
Boom
His maw was splattered with the blood of the last of his family.
Boom
He watched his blood fly outward and almost marvelled at it as it shined in the bright sunlight. His heart felt heavy with pure sorrow. Why wasn’t he dead? It had been seconds since the blow had torn clean through him. He had seen it… Could still see it. Swirling about him. What was this Human trickery? What where they doing to him! His mind raced as he pulled himself to his feet, glancing down he gasped in amazement and pure fear. He had no body any more. Was he invisible? This thought was wiped clean as he watched the sand shift into the place he thought his legs would be. The drifted in close and easily defined his body, these where his pieces, he had exploded into sand and now he could not be harmed.
“What the fuck is this!” He heard the humans furious call and quickly looked up to see three standing not far from him. Long oddly shaped sticks pointed in his direction. Guns? Where those guns? He sobbed quietly to himself. He wanted to be home with his family, this was all a dream, it had to be! It just had too. He looked back down, he wanted his white fur back and he wanted it now, he wanted the humans to kill him. He wanted to be with his family again.
He yelped slightly in shock as the send began to pull in tight. It hurt so much he started to cry and now he found himself wriggling in the yellowed sand like some pitiful worm, he was screaming in agony now. “what the hell, you, get your ass over there now!”
Their voices made him sick yet the pain made his mind drift away in moments. His vision blackened as the pain just grew worse and worse. This wasn’t right and he knew something bad had gone wrong. As his mind slipped into nothingness he saw his family. Their faces bloodstained and a smile on their maws.
Sin awoke to find himself in a human building. Here he spent the better part of his life as he was unable to re-create what had happened to him out in the sand dunes of home. Creatures came and went as the humans within tortured them till death. The did many things to Sin too in an attempt to “explode” him. Eventually this became life to Sin, he had given up all hope of escape. All these humans wanted was to be able to harness him for military uses.
A young human fae had been assigned as the leader to his particular research team. Her first order was to send him into a small dark room where she waited. He woke from the human drugs with blurry vision so at first he assumed he was still caged but as it sharpened his eyes grew wide in shock. What was this human playing at and why on earth was she just sitting there. These questions where quickly answered. The female stood, her bright green eyes watching his now golden orbs, she slid her hand along her stomach and after a moment Sin realised she was removing her clothing. He wasn’t sure how to react and for a moment he worried if he was expected to mate with her.
Regardless he couldn’t help but look, look and truly feel the need to touch. What the hell, why on earth was he lusting for this human? It made him sick and yet he couldn’t stop. “Greetings wolf, my name is Unian” she said crouching down before him. He swallowed hard and stepped backward uneasily. His eyes wide he grew more and more worried as she continued to slink closer. Her hands delicately placed one after the other. Her tail wrapping delicately around her thigh… Her tail…
The human was gone, now only a fae remained in her place. “Do not ask yourself if I am wolf or woman for this I cannot answer. I have simply come to free you and that is all you need to know.”
(im sure you can tell what happened from here, she helped him escape and he wandered on his own for awhile. He joined several packs in this time and all of them betrayed him. I will most likely write more stories on this but for now this is enough.)
Place Of Birth: Zuldeo Snare
Date Of Birth:
Birth Rank: None
Birth Name: Sindune
Father: Relio
Mother: Gune
Siblings: Sar, Mars and Duri
Partner: None
Pup: None
Grandpup(s): None
Name: Akist
Nickname: Aki (akee)
Age: 2
Orientation: Straight
Zodiac Sign: Aries
Home Location: Mushroom Darks
Rank: Subordinate
Rank Position: Hunter
Appearance:
Atoris for beginnings has a deep orange coloured pelt that gradually grows to a crimson colour at his paws, nose and the base of his tail. Unlike the rest of his bloodline Atoris has no wings or extra limbs instead he has four ears. Odd yes? Two sit comfortably in their normal position but a second slightly darker and smaller pair sit just behind those and face the opposite way. They are only slightly rounded and somewhat short. The inner ear is a bright yellow colour much the same as his lips and paw-pads. At the end of each ear Atoris has a short tuft of black fur, an inherent trait from his father.
The next unusual thing about him would be his tail only briefly mentioned before. It starts in the usual position but as it reaches about half way it branches in three. The middle section ends like a normal tail, slightly fluffy, while the one on the left curves back around towards his back leg. In place of his dewclaws there is a small pouch that this segment tucks into. Likewise there is one on his right for his other tail segment. These two sections are roughly a metre long unlike the middle section that is only about half a metre.
Now the final odd part of Atoris is the two metre long whip like body parts that join to his elbows. Each segment is as flexible as an extra limb and at the tip of each there are long tufts of black fur just like on his ears. His teeth are white and his tongue and gums are a crimson colour while he claws are a perfectly normal black. His nose too.
Extra Limbs:
Hmm, maybe. four whip-like body parts. Read Appearance.
Personality:
Atoris is very mature and sophisticated, he is always calm and polite. He strives hard to be a perfect mate so that one day he might find that special someone to share his life with however in this hunt for the perfect someone he is willing to “test” as many females as he takes (saving mating for his beloved). He is very kind hearted but puts his pack above strangers and his mate/family above his pack. He is talented in fighting having been quite a rebellious pup and can hunt extremely well (with the help of his extra appendages.)
Atoris had a strong dislike for alpha’s as he is a firm believer in a women’s abilities. Men where born to support, women to lead. This view may occasionally get him into trouble, especially as he shows his respect to the leading Fae first. He is strong willed but dislikes violence to such an extent that he will end the violence by either attacking all responsible (and beating them) or killing them. This is a major flaw in his working but one of few.
Lastly only due to the fact these traits should be mentioned. Atoris has a fondness for fish rather then red meat and prefers hanging near large waterholes and the like. He appreciates the beauty of wings so he likes to keep the company of those who have them but he dislikes those with more then the normal four legs due to his father’s influence. He has a tendency to take detours so shouldn’t be trusted with anything that requires him to be on time and lastly he like to climb so if ever he cant be found- look up.
Ability:
Atoris lets off a strange pheromone that only works on females. This smell makes wolves desire him uncontrollably however it also works on prey and can/will lure just about any female species. This makes hunts easy but can cause a lot of trouble with mosquitos, flies and other pesky insects.
Males are unaffected by this and unless told would remain completely oblivious.
History:
Atoris doesn’t have a major sob story to his name. As a pup he was raised in a large pack of wolves not by his mother but rather the nanny who took care of all pups in the pack. He was a much lower rank then he thought he deserved and as a result ended up in a lot of childhood fights that thankfully left no major scars. It was only at about one year did he settle down.
One day while he was off venting his anger on smaller prey he stumbled across his elderly alpha and Alphess, the two where laying peacefully by the edge of the stream, Alphess on her side and alpha on his stomach. The water almost motionless. He sat quietly out of view and sight so he could listen to what the where discussing.
“Majjor?” came the rasping voice of his alphess.
“Yes my love, I’m still here.”
“I… I cant see any more”
“I know my love. I know.”
From his seat Atoris could hear faint sobbing from both. He began to worry slightly but as he continued to watch it became apparent what was happening. His Alphess was dying and Major had lay by her side in wait.
“Lily my dear, remember that time when we snuck away from the pack?”
“Yes” she replied with difficulty.
“You looked so beautiful that night” he moved closer, nuzzling into her cheek and resting his paw gently over her shoulder. His ears where folded back in a strong attempt to prevent his voice from trembling but at times his concentration faltered. Lily made no reply to this other then a heaving breath.
“Shh shh shh” Majjor hushed soothingly “don’t worry honey, you don’t need to speak. Ill talk to you. How about that time I fell off the sentry rock trying to see if there was another wolf on our borders” he forced a chuckle. “I was bruised for almost a month from that but you still looked over me, being the oldie that I am.”
Lily was trembling and in response thick tears rolled down Majjor’s cheeks. His fur parted from the length of time he must have been quietly crying beside her. Atoris had never seen his alpha cry. Not once. Even now as the silence continued for up to a minute Atoris almost felt as though none of this even existed. It was lily who broke the silence with her hissing voice.
“And… and… you told me…”
“Yes yes, that I would love you forever. That I would always be here”
“No…” a weak smile crossed her face “that you must have… hurt your chest”
Majjor laughed, “yes I remember, told you that you needed to nuzzle it better” the two smiled.
“Majjor”
he struggled to respond as the tears welled up once more. His voice trembled as he spoke and his whole face seemed to fight the words. “Yes my dear”
“I love you”
“and I you”.
Her breathing faltered then slowly her chest lowered. It didn’t rise again.
“Lily” Majjor sobbed. “Lily please”. IT was over. It was obvious but as the alpha rose to shaking legs Atoris wished too that it where otherwise. The alpha’s voice was load now, Atoris flinched as it broke the silence. “Lily why did you leave me? Why did you do it? Come back to me!” He was howling with pain, his paws scraping at the earth around her and his tail thrashing. “Come back to me, we where supposed to go together! You promised! You promised!” tears where streaming down his face, his lips trembling as he begged for her to return. It was a pitiful sight and Atoris wished above all he wasn’t there to see it.
It had been several days since lily left. Majjor had sat high above the packlands on the large boulder the pack had come to call sentry rock. He hadn’t spoken to anyone, hadn’t slept. Hadn’t eaten. The best anyone could do was watch as he slowly starved himself. Atoris had watched him do this. Atoris hadn’t eaten, hadn’t slept. He couldn’t imagine the pain his alpha was in. Didn’t want to. The pack had now settled down to sleep when Atoris finally made his way to the rocks peak. The pack was unlikely to hear them speaking.
“Majjor?” Atoris said quietly.
The alpha stayed quiet. He hadn’t spoken to anyone.
“I’m going to kill you” Atoris then said after several moments of continued silence. The alpha turned his aged head. His bright blue eyes dim and bloodshot with sorrow. “You where a great alpha” Atoris then whispered.
Majjor smiled.
Lurching forward Atoris thrust Majjor from his perch, he spiralled downward with wide eyes and flailing limbs. Scraping at the air for support. Then with a sickening crunch and echoing thud he hit the earth. Blood spilling from his mouth.
Atoris hurried down to his side. He stilled lived, oh god. Atoris hadn’t helped him! he still lived! “Majjor!” he gasped looking down at the mangled pile. It was so mutilated now it was hard to tell what paw went where. The other packmates had heard his landing and where now scrambling over to his side. “T-hank… you” Majjor gargled through the thick blood in his mouth. His lungs clearly in shambles. After that he made no movement. There was nothing left but his empty shell.
Needless to say the pack drove him away after that, they hadn’t heard the thankyou. To be frank Atoris knew the alpha would have done it himself eventually. He just needed… the little push that’s all.
Since that moment all Atoris ever desired was someone he could love and would love him back just as much as Majjor and lily.
Place Of Birth: A savanna
Date Of Birth: May 1st
Birth Rank: Subordinate
Birth Name: Akist
Father: Kajjbah
Mother: Luarie
Siblings: Lester: Male
Partner: None
Pup: None
Grandpup(s): None
Name: Lokult
Nickname: Loko
Age: 1
Orientation: Straight
Zodiac Sign: Scorpio
Home Location: Gin Mizu
Rank: Gamma
Rank Position: N/A
Appearance:
Lokult is relatively small for his age, his pelt is long and wavy and grows even longer around his chest and the top of his head giving him a rather amusing sort of bang. His ears are short and slightly rounded at the tip and his tail- or lack thereof- is shorter than his paw. Just a wee little stub that give Lokult a sheepish sort of appearance. Lokult has very light blue eyes but oddly enough they change colour under certain lights from orange-yellow to a blue-green. This is largely a reflection of his ability. His teeth are white however his claws are dark brown, as are his gums, tongue and skin. His lips are a slightly darker tone.
Now lets move on to his marking, just bellow his left eye he has a dark green cross. X the bottom right side continues down the side of his neck, over his shoulder and right down to his hip. From there it branches in two, on side running down his left leg and eventually fading away near his foot, the other right down to the tip of his stubby tail. At one stage it continued to the tip of his long bushy tail but what can you do?
The rest of his pelt is black in colour and although Lokult has a very lean and fur structure his fur make him look bulky and somewhat chubby. His paw-pads are the same dark green as his marking but they are usually very dirty so it’s not obvious. His inner ear, lastly, is a darker shade of green flecked with browns giving him the illusion of colour changing skin. It’s pretty but not overly interesting.
Extra Limbs:
None
Personality:
Lokult is a very nervous sort of wolf, he is easily scared and tends to stick close to larger, more threatening wolves. When embarrassed (which is most of the time...) he tends to fidget and stutter, become amusingly clumsy and in the right situation very bashful. He just cannot talk to a female and every time he has ever attempted he has made a downright ass of himself. He has a tendency to make bad jokes and when prompted can become very over-protective. Or oppressive to his Fae one of The few… one… he had the displeasure of meeting.
He is not self-sacrificing in the least and can be mean on occasion. He is endlessly clumsy and an insufferable know-it-all. But regardless of all his faults, of which he has many, he is a very nice wolf and although he may not always be the brightest he can certainly light up the den. Laughter is usually directed at him and not with him but… Hmm… moving on!
Lokult doesn’t take no for an answer. Not now, not ever. Being the stubborn little idiot he is. He makes rash decisions that he almost always later regrets but with each absolutely terrible mistake he likes to think he gets just that little wiser. However its usually the opposite and he will keep making the same mistake and getting the same reaction hoping maybe it might change.
Ability:
Lokult has a shield kind of gift the same shield that permanently glazes his eyes. However he can’t summon it of his own accord. It just happens when he feels threatened. Basically at first he starts to look oily all over but the oil thickens until it is about 5cm thick all around his body. Its hard to get through regardless of its appearance and like his eyes it changes colour from green-blue to orange-yellow depending on how you look at it. He is only dimly visible beneath this oil.
History:
Lokult was born and bred to be an alpha, but needless to say he failed in all areas. While his brother Malicuss was strong and fast Lokult was weak and very, very slow. Malicuss hunted and Lokult hid. It was just how the two worked and the longer the competed with each-other the bigger their bond grew. Malicuss took lokult under his wing so to speak and every night the two would hunt, train and attempt to grow lokult into a leader. All attempts however where futile and on the day of lokults initiation he simply ended up head-butting the pack elder while attempting to say his thanks.
Under his rule the pack fell apart, disputes broke out over his way of leading and eventually one late summers night he was attacked by a group of younger wolves eager to take his place. Malicuss dove in at just the right moment and tore three of the young pups to pieces in moments. His snarled like lokult had never heard him snarl and with fear in his heart he fled. He had turned his beloved brother into a killer! He had to leave, he just had too.
So like he always did he ran and hid. For a week he just sat in the bushes on the outskirts of “his” land but no one came to find him. Not even his brother. So eventually he left the lands in search for a new home. The only problem was, he couldn’t hunt, track, run or be anything close to a wolf. He grew weary and tired very quickly. He had trouble finding water and walked right past streams and lakes on many occasions. He was so hopeless that his attempt at hunting a mouse sent him yelping back almost a days walk.
Eventually he ambled far enough to reach the borders of another pack.
Place Of Birth: Unknown
Date Of Birth: 8 July
Birth Rank: Alpha Heir
Birth Name: Lokult
Father: Mishkan
Mother: Lucy
Siblings: Malicuss
Partner: None
Pup: None
Grandpup(s): None
Name: Toshemba
Nickname: Toshi, bah
Age: 20ish
Orientation: Straight
Zodiac Sign: Taurus
Home Location: Yuki Hayashi
Rank: Beta
Rank Position: N/A
Appearance:
Toshemba is a massive brute to say the very least. From paw to ear he stands almost 8 feet tall, 12 feet long having such a slender body structure. His tail is almost as long as his full body combined however even with his massive size Toshemba isn’t very strong. His limbs are Long and gangly, his skin drawn tight over his bones with hardly any muscle. His ears are very long and come to a perfect point, his muzzle much the same. Very long and only slightly rounded at the end meaning he has a small nose and as a result has a less then great sense of smell. His fur is very short and pure black looking like silk as it rolls over his bony structure. He also has no stomach meaning that the skin wraps around his spine and the few organs he has there. He has no need to “alleviate himself” either. This brings me to another point. His mouth. He has two rows of very sharp, long, pointed teeth but no tongue and no throat. Having absolutely no need to ingest anything. Instead his teeth are hollowed so that when he bites his prey he may literally suck the life from them. Their life being the source of all, their blood. This is then taken right into his body without being processed. Finally he has two very large batlike wings. The skin is very thick but when sliced bleeds a lot. Now you may be wondering how on earth he can speak with no tongue? No lungs? (That’s right, he hasn’t got these either!) Well its simple, he can’t. He is a massive, endlessly vicious and scary beast with no way of communicating! Fun isn’t he?
Extra Limbs:
Two large leathery bat-like wings, easily torn and damaged.
Personality:
Toshemba has little personality left. He thinks mostly of blood and death. He is reckless and has little mercy for anyone.
However there are things about him still buried deep within.
He is gentle towards infants, he won’t kill a family huddled alone with those they love. He avoids packs that he can see are happy. He cringes away from playful laughter but the sound of mocking laughter sends him into a frenzy. He prefers to move during the night however he loves running under the sun and is most likely to leave packs unharmed if he is travelling at this time. He would love to be surrounded by children but never wants one of his own. In fact several times after he has killed the parents of a litter of pups he had felt such guilt that he has curried them all safely to another pack and left them to be cared for by another. He is a gentle soul when not overrun by thirst.
He hates black wolves, wolves that remind him of what he is and what he has done. What he is continuing to do. He wants nothing more than to find a way for him to live with others of his kind. Yet wolves are repulsed and often run screaming from his sight. He wishes he could just tell someone. He has spent many years looking and often attempting to enter other packs only to be driven off or have his thirst drive him to slaughter everything in sight. His greatest desire though is to be a guardian. To defend his pack from intruders. To be a protector not a killer. He has had enough killing.
But all this is put after his thirst. It rules all logic.
Ability:
He cannot die. Not of certain means anyway. Let me axplain.
Toshemba cannot die of old age as long as he can get to wolf blood. He must drink the blood of a canine at least once a month. The blood of a full canine. Now he doesn’t have to kill to get his life, he can just sample a few wolves leaving them all sleepy but none of them dead. If he doesn’t get the blood he needs. He will die.
Next if he drinks the wrong blood it will make him sick. This means he cannot drink blood of wolves already embedded with death, vampiristic wolves. Demonic wolves. Evil wolves… Wolves who have eaten fish recently... A full wolf body of this blood will kill him. Dead, no more Toshemba. (he;s alergic to fishies!) That’s pretty much it really. He can be killed from loss of blood, major injuries and the like. Damage to his skull. Just… safe from suffocation. Oh and starving… so basically. Beat the S!*t out of him! =D Or eat some fish and taunt him for awhile. =D
History:
As a pup Toshemba was born disformed and small. He had no ears, no tail and an axtra paw on hes left leg. Him mother took one look at the hideous creature she had created and thrown him right into the river. Where by all logic he should have died. He was saved by something unnatural. The kind of creature who slid through the shadows completely unnoticed. He took a liking to Toshemba right from the start and as he floated downstream this demon provided him with oxygen, warmth and food. For about a month he lived in the currents, his form unchanged but his mind aware of what was happening around him. Finally one night a fae who had happened to be nearby saw the small “newborn” blind and almost dead, apparently, in the water. She dove in and swooped him up before taking him home to her litter of pups and her mate Kozzimoko. From then on the demon gave Toshemba the ability to age.
He grew with the other pups, only appearing slightly younger yet still just as disfigured. Kozzimoke and the fae who found him Nuki loved him endlessly. They cared for him like one of their own despite it all. And as Toshemba grew the demon changed him. First he grew ears. He could hear now. Hear his mothers sweet voice and fathers scolding temper. The trees, the river. Next the demon gave him a tail. This proved to be the most thrilling as Toshemba soon learnt to chase it for hours in attempt to grab it.
Next the demon removed his foot, it just fell off. Causing quite a lot of screaming from Nuki and the other four pups he was being raised with. But the demon now did this with a price that Toshemba was asked to pay up front. He spoke to the wolf within his head.
“I have taken your spare but now you must give me part of yourself. Something you do not wish to be taken away.”
Now at the time Toshemba was very hungry… “I don’t want my stomach! I only want to be able to drink!”
This thrilled the demon, he removed Toshemba’s stomach without a moments wait and hollowed his teeth. He didn’t know of this part. Not yet anyway.
The demon watched him grow to almost a year. He was so tiny he still only measured to his mothers elbow so one night the demon changed this. In a matter of days he grew so large he could no longer live in the cave they had called home.
“I have given you size, now give me something small”
toshemba ws much wiser now. The loss of his stomach brought along much worry from all. What could he lose now that would not be apparent? Something. Small.
“Take my tongue”
and so the demon did. Toshemba was now mute. Why on earth would he choose his tongue? Because the simple fact was he didn’t feel he needed it. He didn’t talk much anyway.
SO on he lived, mute and massive but otherwise completely happy. He now had everything he wanted. Everything… Yet as he looked longingly into the river he remembered the times he could only feel and smell it. The month just drifting. He wished he didn’t need to breath. Then he could swim for as long as he wanted.
So the demon removed his fat. He wouldn’t float so this was he starting position. Toshemba’s skin grew tight over his bones, his eyes now deep set he looked nothing of what he wanted to be. He was beautiful before but now he looked like a skeleton. What was that demon playing at? He didn’t want this.
The demon spoke. “I have taken your unneeded weight. Now give me something in return. You know what that something is already do you not?”
“You have made me ugly!” he thought viciously
“I have given you a gift, now give me your lungs in return”
Toshemba did. Foolishly and mostly by force but really. He wanted to swim. The demon had always done right by him before? Right?
So the demon took his lungs but didn’t stop there. He took his throat. He made Toshemba even larger still. Pointed his ears and drew his skin so tight he felt it might split as he moved. His back split open and from within two massive boney wings protruded. He even went so far as to give him another row of teeth just for effect. He drained Toshemba of the last of his life force and with mocking laughter sent him home.
His family screamed in terror as he approached. Toshemba now looked more like a figure of death than a wolf. His fangs bared as his skin was so tight it was hard to cover them. His family, they attacked. They knew it was him but was unaware he wasn’t there to hurt them. He could make no noise, he couldn’t tell them. They bit hard into his legs and tail and Toshemba wished above all he could snarl but as he tried all that came was a deep purr much like a kittens. They thought he was enjoying their fight.
Finally Toshemba attacked back, he only wanted to make them back away. So he could try explain, so he could do something. But as his teeth dug deep into either side of his fathers body warm blood filled his teeth and flowed within him. Warming him. He bit deeper and drank. He was so thristy, he had to drink. He had to. Finally his fathers body fell limp within his massive jaws. His mind broke away from the sweet melody it had fallen into and Toshemba realised what he had just done. He had killed his father.
He ran then, far from his broken family and he never returned.
From then on he hunted other wolves, his body scorched with pain when he did not feed. At first he only weakened his prey but soon he killed them without second thought. He tore whole packs to pieces and all the while the demon laughed within his mind.
“Kill them Toshemba. Kill them.”
Place Of Birth: Egypt
Date Of Birth: ??
Birth Rank: Alpha
Birth Name: None
Father: Brutus
Mother: Seirella
Siblings: None
Partner: None
Pup: None
Grandpup(s): None
Name:Akidajj
Nickname:Aki, Dajj or Kid.
Age:Just over a year.
Orientation:Straight
Zodiac Sign:Aries
Home Location:The Burning Woods
Rank: Any
Rank Position: N/A
Appearance: Akidajj is not as dramatically coloured as his parents or younger sister but there is definitely an unusual look about him. His light grey fur has a darker mid-section making it seem almost like his fur changes tone while he moves. The fur around his eyes are also darker but the mid-section of this fur is an almost violent shade of electric blue that is almost invisible when he stands still. While in motion this fur on his face and the two parallel stripes (one on either side) that run from the corner of his eyes seem almost like a wave of colour that makes brief appearances. Often leaving others wondering if they truly saw the brief flash among his dull fur.
As far as abnormality goes that is it for him. His ears are of average length and are slightly rounded at the tip. His tail is slightly bushy to suit his mid-length fur and his paws are somewhat oversized as is common for males his age. His teeth are well kept and his yellow eyes are clear of dirt most of the time. His small black nose has a speck of pink where it meets his pink lips. His tongue in somewhat long but not insanely so. His legs are average length but on occasion he will limp on his left forepaw due to a childhood accident that left no scar yet somehow still troubles him.
Akidajj should have had wings, all his genetics pointed in this direction but he was born wingless at birth and there is little chance of them just growing out of nowhere. The final thing to add would be the only slightly longer fur along his back and around his neck. Again though this is not uncommon.
Extra Limbs:
None
Personality:
Akidajj is a normal laidback wolf with no personality shaping dramas or unstable fears. He enjoys company and is more than willing to goof around with pups should the need arise. He doesn’t want pups of his own yet however he thoroughly enjoys helping out around the dens. He isn’t deathly smart, or even just smart. On the contrary it is quite easy to outwit him but he doesn’t mind this at all. He just tells everyone he is one part tree, although that really does sound stupid…
He can often be somewhat temperamental but these moments are usually very brief and often followed by sudden bursts of excitement. He is also very impressionable and will often try anything he sees. Regardless of if how dangerous it looks. Most just put it together with his uncanny ability to avoid harm. Or maybe hes just to stupid to know if he is hurt or not… Either way he doesn’t care.
Lastly Akidajj can have very long moments of pure laziness. These can last from a few hours to a few days and its almost impossible to get anything from him. Thus he is often the straw that brakes the camels back. He is childish and usually sulks to get what he wants but regardless of his less than perfect behaviour most forgive him because he is to nice a guy to stay angry at.
Ability:
Telleportation
He can zap himself instantly to a location with several feet of where he is, its very unpredictable and hard to control but with time he may learn.
History:
Akidajj doesn’t have a very interesting past. He grew up on the outskirts of Aelyn with his Mother, Father and little sister Kako. His father although at times could be a little to strict took good care of his pups as they grew up and when Akidajj was old enough he was taught to hunt. Needless to say he didn’t do to well at it to begin with and often drove his prey to far off or ended up with a hoof in the maw. His worst hunt was when he came home bloody and crying. His mother had rushed to tend to his wounds but upon hearing the rabbit he had caught had kicked him and scared him… Well it was too funny to be sympathetic.
Not long after his sister learnt to hunt she left to make her own way. Akidajj stayed behind, not willing to join with his sister who far surpassed him in everything. However he couldn’t hold out long and several weeks later he too set off to find himself a home of his own. His parents bid him farewell and he was on his merry little way.
He made a life for himself out in the plains. He didn’t know who owned them but he never met another wolf in the time he was there. Well… Until he met one very beautiful wolf. She was only passing through so the two spent only a few hours together but in that time the Fae who called herself Shae told him many interesting things. It got his mind racing about the packlands she spoke of so as she left he decided to move on and find one of these packs to call his own. After several days he reached the outskirts of Estyre and eventually smelt the scent of the fae, he ran as fast as his legs would carry him hoping she might embrace him in her pack.
Place Of Birth: Aelyn outskirts
Date Of Birth:
Birth Rank: Beta
Birth Name: Akidajj
Father: Boss
Mother: Lilica
Siblings: Kako: Female
Partner: None
Pup: None
Grandpup(s): None
Name: Keith
Nickname: Kei
Age: 2
Orientation: Straight
Zodiac Sign: Taurus
Home Location: Hara'Nor
Rank: Subordinate
Rank Position: Hunter
Appearance:
Kei is truly a beautiful wolf, her long soft fur caresses her thin delicate frame making her seem almost surreal. Her coloring is quite common but if she is actually looked at closely it seems for more strange, she appears to be a gentle brown but that is not true, her undercoat is black slowly turning to fiery red at the very tip of each hair, this is partially due to her strange power. Kei’s eyes are pure black during the day but at night they glow turning to a dull orange-red. She is a thin wolf but her gentle muscle shows through her beautiful pelt. Her ears are longer then normal for a wolf such as her and they come to an almost perfect point, her muzzle is longer then normal too. Her teeth are black in colour with a strange reddish tinge at the end, almost like burning coals and her gums and tongue are dark grey. Kei also has two tails, these are long and beautiful and often sway delicately beside her and sometimes they intertwine. The ends of these tails are pure black. Her pads are soft and black too as well as the ouside of her gleaming eyes, she looks quite sinister up close and she loves it. Other then her normal wolf features there is something quite strange set upon this wolfs back, two small and hardly noticable lumbs. It seems as though there was once another two limbs attached although clearly they are now absent, could this be just another strange twist to her clouded past? only time can tell.
Her eyes are Black, Deep lose yourself black. But come night fall they burn like fire.
Extra Limbs:
When she chooses she can create two long fiery wings.
Personality:
Kei knows she is beautiful but even so she has trouble with other wolves, she feels less then them and although this doesn’t show it can often make her seem arrogant. She is however a very nice wolf who puts her family before herself. No matter the consequences. She is playful at times but she is also very shy and withdrawn, she speaks only when spoken to but will sometimes keep speaking for quite a time. She does not fall in love easily but when she does it brakes her heart to be away from them. Kei keeps secrets, she listens unbelievably well and is extremely smart although she trys to hide this. If a wolf has a problem she goes out of her way to help them. Kei is however quite power hungry at times, she becomes almost insane when given I high rank so she takes pride in being the lowest of the low. She becomes fiercely aggressive when another wolf puts someone down but always agrees if she is the one to be emotionally hurt. She does not scare easily either but on the rare occation she finds it hard to stay in one place, shifting and wriggling and sometimes even running frantically. she knows this is her greatest flaw but no matter her attempts she is unable to change it. Few wolves may be given her heart but even fewer can keep it. She falls in and out of love harmlessly avoiding whomever she has fallen for. perhaps in time she will find someone who can finally mimic her emotions.
Ability:
She can create things from fire within her, so far she has learnt to form a pair of wings for herself and a den if there is none available. When she is done with her power the remains turn into ash
History:
“welcome young one, it is truly an honor to be the mother of a fire child”
These are the only words still stranded in her mind, her memories now faded and obscure she searches for not only herself but the reason behind her mother’s first lines. her mother was weak and frail, her eyes deep set. Kei knew now what she may not have known then, her birth was not natural. Not in the least and this brought new questions that Kei could not answer. Kei wished more then anything she where normal, something told her this was never true, something inside made her sure that she was an outcast. Though her world is now distorted moments in time flash through her mind with each step she takes. Wolves piled high, covering the sun from view and burning all through the night. Warmth unlike any other, safe and alone. The screaming in her head as the pleas of her mother drown into nothingness. Although she cannot see the truth, she feels it deep within her burning heart. She knows the truth, she knows she is a killer. But no more. Kei was once known as the fire child, among her clan the birth of these “children” where rare and few survived past the age of a young pup. An adult fire child was treated like a god, thus her alpha Vilerios, her mother’s father. He taught her how to lead and keep the pack strong but memories of death now cloud her child hood, she does not even remember her own true name thus creating one herself. Kei walked alone for a time, the skies dark as she walked and bright as she slept, forever bright so that she may feel safe and unharmed. She was raised to be a leader and a warrior but now she was but one lone wolf, as weak and pitiful as the rabbits she hunted. She was searching for a home, somewhere she could feel safe and secure even during the darkest night but even though she tried none would accept her. Not the burner of pups and hunter of kin. She couldn’t remember how she came upon this title… but something told her… she stumbled upon Hara'Nor by chance, the deep forest welcoming her into their cold dark embrace. She smelt the alpha in the air and with her new home in mind she ran as fast as her body would allow waiting to start anew. Her life was truly about to begin and this time… she was a wolf not a monster.
Place Of Birth: Shuni Sanctuary
Date Of Birth: Unknown
Birth Rank: N/A
Birth Name: Cannot Remember
Father: Cannot Remember
Mother: Cannot Remember
Siblings: Cannot Remember
Partner: Cannot Remember
Pup: Cannot Remember
Grandpup(s): Cannot Remember
Name:Fae
Nickname:Girl or Wide eyes (Kavu’s nickname for her)May flower or may
Age:Unknown
Orientation: Straight
Zodiac Sign: Aries
Home Location: Mount Ekuyo-mah
Rank: Pup
Rank Position: N/A
Appearance:
Her fur is soft white only slightly tinted with gray near her paws and tail. Its very thick and long as she uses it for warmth but during summer it thins only slightly. She isn’t a big pup, in fact she is much smaller then any of her age group. She is thin and slightly malnourished having rather frail bones. Her miniature paws are as mentioned before are slightly grey, their pads however are a bright shining silver, as are her gums and tongue. her two slightly rounded wings often droop sheepishly to the side and she ussally gets quite upset when tis happens. (not looking vicious enough). Her eyes are also silver having no pupils, they glow softly makin her seem as sinister as she is. Her teeth are white as normal but the tips of her four canines are a gentle pale green. She has two very tiny wings but they are not capable of flight, yet, the feathers are white slowly turning grey at the tips. Under her left eyes are three bright lime green stripes that go straight down to her bottom jaw, her lips are also a similar green. She also has three green stripes that circle the tip of her white bushy tail. her muzzle is short for a normal wolf too and her teeth slightly overlap. Other than that she just looks like a normal wolf pup. This pup at the moment is also missing her back left leg but maybe in time it will regrow making her a normal wolf once more. The tip of her nose has a strange bluish splodge on it too.
Extra Limbs:
small gentle white wings that slowly turn grey at the tip of each feather.
Personality:
Fae like any pup is keen to learn about the world around her however her ways of learning are much different then normal. She likes to figure out how “bodies” work thus she often tortures her prey, removing parts slowly and studying what happens and how the creature reacts. This behavior could be because of how Kavu helped her or maybe because of her mother who left her to die. Fae is always smiling but she holds no interest in being with other pups, she finds their conversations childish and boring. The way she acts seem almost as though she where a very old wolf not a young one such as herself. She is playful and excitable but has a very sick warped mind. She loves free falling so quite often she tends to hurl herself from cliffs but kavu is always able to rescue her (call it inner knowing =P) Fae is also easily upset but she is a pup after all and in time she was be just the same as any other wolf… one would hope… She is also obssessed with deformed creatures, mainly those with missing or multiple body parts but that could be because of her "gift".
Ability:
She is of no particular element, although she has a quite unusual gift, when she loses a body part it will grow back, this also works if she where to lose her head, no pun intended…
History:
Fae being just a pup has very little history, although some terrible things have happened to her… Any wolf would have died but Fae strong will has already proved itself and her dreams of being an Alphess may become reality…
It was late at night when her mother Sodeku, an evil wolf who murdered both her previous litters, left her to die in the freezing lakes near her home not long after her birth. Sodeku then flew away with her mate Scumm who was in all terms as scummy as his name. Fae although weak was able to pull both of her sisters free and soon she found herself looking not only after herself but her two sisters whom she was forced to name. Silence and Seeker. Fae having chosen her name after hearing her mother once speak it. Fae took on the motherhood role protecting her sisters from danger and once saving Seeker from a group of savage humans. The three traveled through the cold mountains sleeping beneath rocks and in small caves and holes. Her and her two sisters where alone for two weeks surviving on hares her sister silence had murdered with her power, She was able to sing a creature to death. Seeker was able to locate whatever she wanted thus their names. They lived fairly well for their age but after a long horrid blizzard a wolf pack had arrived at their shelter, The alpha Nethu murdered their sister Seeker in cold blood forcing Silence and Fae to flee in fear. During the blizzard the two began to lose their way and very soon they were separated. Fae thought her dead but soon an inner knowing informed her that Silence was more than capable of looking after herself. Come sunrise the blizzard had cleared but poor Fae found herself being hunted, she managed to escape the wolf but only a day later she was caught and attacked. The wolf carried her back in search of the wolf pack he belonged too but during his journey fae had begun to “annoy” him. The wolf then threw her to the ground and Fae lost her leg in the first moment of their battle… Although she was small she managed to tear a chunk from the wolfs ear but that is all that can be told… Poor Fae now finds herself fighting for her life in the quickly cooling dusk. Only time will tell what happens to such a lonely little wolf pup…
(She was then rescued by KAVU, her leg regrew over time however it is still bald in places)
Place Of Birth: Unknown
Date Of Birth: Unknown
Birth Rank: Unknown
Birth Name: None Given
Father: Scum
Mother: Sudoku
Siblings: Silence: Female. Seeker: Female: R.I.P
Partner: None
Pup: None
Grandpup(s): None
Name:
Silence
Nickname:
None
Age:
Young, only a pup but my exact age is unknown to me
Orientation:
I have to many voices of both genders to know what i myself prefur.
Zodiac Sign:
Scorpio
Home Location:
Evunackai Marshlands
Rank:
My desire to watch and learn requires not a position of power but rather lack of, I would choose to be struck down by those I call family so Omega is the most fitting rank for myself.
Rank Position:
N/A
Appearance:
I am not beautiful this I am sure but many would find a wolf such as I strange indeed. My fur, although it is white by birth, is stained with blood and dirt. I am covered in many scratches and abrasions but that is nothing, my tail is broken and bent close to the tip, its fur almost completely gone as well as a large percentage of the skin and flesh. My feet are sliced and scabbed up to the knee and my right ear is half gone leaving an ugly string of flesh that hangs down past my right eye. My eyes are green although my left eye is now partially white in places and quite obviously cannot see more than deformed shapes and blurs. My teeth are white and chipped although I am unsure how this happened however my claws are also in much the same disarray from walking through the freezing mountains. My split and callused pads are a soft green tone. Under my left eyes there are two bright lime green stripes that run vertically, they end just past my top jaw near my cheek and join to my lips, and these are also green. My tongue and gums are my favorite feature however, they are a soft normal tone of pink. My most normal feature. Oh… one last thing I should really say, on my back right leg right up to my thigh are a series of deep yet short gashes, some still bleed but many have healed and scarred.
Extra Limbs:
Yes I have them but they don’t work. My white feathers are broken and uneven, many stick together and just the size is enough to ensure they are unusable.
Personality:
How does one describe their own personality? It is difficult to explain… I am not normal in many ways, my mind mature beyond most years I have trouble being with other wolves. I am not stupid and hate to be treated as such but the fear of rejection does affect me. I am very quiet and will speak only when spoken to, I wander a lot and can drift far from home and I have an inability to be near others. I am scared of fire but I try to avoid letting the knowledge slip from my lungs. I don’t really know what else I can tell you… There is no easy way is there? Well… lets see… I am very wise and excellent at plotting hunts and the like, I’m not one for pointless chatter but I do enjoy a nice talk. I prefer to sleep during the day far from prying eyes and I will never turn my back on a wolf that needs me. I am loyal to all who ask for it and even some who don’t. I priorities the young over the old and everyone above myself, I cannot take a life willingly but many times the voices in my head persuade me to do so but neither them or I are evil so please don’t jump to conclusions. I only take what I need or what others need and I always give something back, the series of slices up my back right leg are proof of my crimes. Each slice is a life I have taken.
Ability:
My power is strange, almost as strange as I. The voices of the dead sing to me, they sing songs filled with fear and betrayal. I can use this however to learn of the events unfolding thought the world as well as force another to hear. Many creatures cannot withstand this however, the songs are strong with emotion and the heart of a normal creature suffocates under the intensity.
History:
I was born through the union of two twisted and morbid wolves, the abandoned me and my two sisters at birth and for this they will forever remain unforgiven. I and my sisters traveled far and at first my mind was as ignorant as theirs however over time the voices began to whisper to me. I learned fast the things they taught me and soon I was protecting my sisters more then they knew. My sister Fae whom named me had always led us safely but all to soon our “happy” little family was torn apart.
My sister, Seeker, was murdered in cold blood before my eyes and despite my attempts I was… physically unable… to save her. Fae and I then ran, we ran all through the night but come morning we had somehow been separated… the voices soon whispered of the injuries that had befallen her and of the wolf whom had saved her so willingly. I had no way of reaching her however, the male whom had saved her travelled quickly covering three times the space I could in a day. I turned my back on her knowing she would be safe after the whispers explained all that had happened. I then walked for some time, taking only what I need however the voice of the one I hunted would cry within my mind for many days to come, I was forced to please them by destroying my flesh.
I lived like this for a few months, the land around me had dried and snow soon became non-existent in the landscape that surrounded me. I soon met a very strange wolf… She called herself Shay and the whispers told me of her connection to not only Kavu the wolf who saved my sisters life but a wolf named Keith who dwelled in the lands I just passed. Shay walked with me for some time hunting for us both so I could avoid the angry cries of the preys owners, she tought me how to control my voices, to block them out and listen to just one at a time. However this happy union didn’t last either and shay soon disappeared, even the voices could not find her and a feared for her safety.
The whispers explained how this had happened before, it confused me as to what ability she had been hiding from me but one whisper told me of the words she spoke to it, this amazed me… A thought occurred, she could hear what I had been hearing… Her last words where of a pack not far from my current destination so with weary feet I followed her directions… I don’t know where I have found myself though… I have been walking these lands for a few day now and the whispers tell me of the amazing wolves that dwell here, I am getting closer and I hope to find them soon…
Place Of Birth:
Unknown
Date Of Birth:
Unknown
Birth Rank:
None
Birth Name:
None Given
Father:
Forgotten
Mother:
Forgotten
Siblings:
Seeker: Female, Fae: Female
Partner:
Well that would be nice but all males my age are still but pups. My mind is far to advanced for a relationship with one and any older then I would be disgusted by such a thought.
Pup:
I am just a pup myself but in time I hope for one.
Grandpup(s):
None now, maybe never.
Name: Sindune
Nickname: Sin, Dune, Dusk, Dawn
Age:
Orientation: Straight
Zodiac Sign: Aries
Home Location: The Sacred Lands
Rank: Loner
Rank Position: N/A
Appearance:
Sin lacks a solid physical form rather his body is composed of billions of tiny metal grains. The pieces of metal are constantly moving due to the large magnetic orb in his “chest” for lack of better terminology. Roughly the size of tennis ball this orb is primarily his source of life. Destroy this and he will die. These pieces of unnamed metal are a very dark grey and reflect even the slightest ray of light often earning him the nickname of angel due to the aura that surrounds him. During moonlit hours this is a very spectacular sight and perhaps the most beautiful anyone is likely to encounter.
However this is not his birth form nor is he restricted to it. He can rearrange the flow of these orbs at any time to make himself look like any creature however he cannot stretch them to far from his centre. If for any reason some of these metal pieces are pulled to far he will instantly revert to his solid wolf form.
As a normal wolf his pelt is very short but still maintains the metal colouring, his whole form looks like it is made solely of metal and on many occasions he has been mistaken for some sort of human sculpture. His skin however isn’t hard or unwoundable. It’s just as soft as any others even with its surreal reflection. His eyes have no pupils and appear like small lumps of gold, as do his teeth and claws. His metal tone isn’t perfect, large area’s are tarnished or scratched, his fur all cut uneven and messy. His ears are missing large sections like clothing left for the moths.
Extra Limbs:
None
Personality:
Sin speaks little; he has no love for life and in relation no love for anything that still lives. He cares for no one but himself and if anthers life was left in his care he would simply turn away and allow whatever torture awaits to fall upon the poor creature. He prefers his own company and has no remorse for hurting the feelings of another, he will abandon anyone who offers no benefit to his current quest or way of life. Due to his time in captivity he has even developed a seed of hatred towards his own kin. Wolves disgust him, the have no boundaries or decency. He will speak his mind without second thought and take their consequences head on.
The kinder side to his personality still doesn’t rise much from the minuses, at the very best he may walk away from a fight he knows he will win or assist someone he passes by briefly and only if their troubles are small and easily fixed. Contrary to what all this might say he is not evil. He doesn’t find great thrills in killing another (although he does love the taste of an enemies blood) nor will he go out of his way to spill innocent blood. His kinder side can always be reached with a little effort and a kind heart. The easiest way to touch his metal core would be through the innocent eyes of a child. The same child he once was and what he wished he could have always been.
Ability:
It is more or less his ability to explode his form. Besides this he has very little.
History:
As a pup Sin had no idea of his easily transformed shape. The best he had hoped for was maybe a fireball or good sense of smell. His brothers all had powers. Granted they all had the same power but sin wanted this all the same. He wanted it with every ounce of his being but instead he seemed to have been born normal. A fluffy white pup with nothing special to offer. He grew up this way.
During his teen ages he had started to except this about him. He loved his family and who he was and knew deep within him that he didn’t need anything special. Even when his brother asked how he would defend himself he replied with confidence that his family would always be there for him, and he would always be there for them in exchange. He believed this with every ounce of his being, this thought made him strong.
Sadly however this was not the case. Humans had come, they had found him and his family during the first few weeks of the great war. He had been hunting and after arriving home found one of his siblings torn and pasted against the walls of his den. Furious and disgusted he dived in deeper, calling for his family, hoping they had escaped. The den was empty, they had fled. He decided then he would find them so with his nose lowered he quickly found his fathers strong scent and followed it at an even pace. He followed it for almost an hour before they came into sight not to far into the distance. Overwhelmed with relief he bolted across the shifting sands faster than he had ever run before and likewise his two remaining siblings dived to meet him. The distance was great but each leap brought them closer.
Each leap one of faith.
Before his eyes both their white forms had divided, their pieces scattered in a horrific explosion. In seconds the air had been flooded with red before with a dim humph the yellowed sands had been drenched with the last of his siblings blood. His scream could no be contained. He continued running, running for his parents. He wouldn’t make it in time. The human tank was to close and its aim was already upon the very last of his family. Diving through the scarlet sea his white fur was coated in his siblings life force. He longed to stop and cry into the skies of the humans horrific deeds but within moments it had passed and lay invisible behind him. Like the event had never occurred.
Boom
His maw was splattered with the blood of the last of his family.
Boom
He watched his blood fly outward and almost marvelled at it as it shined in the bright sunlight. His heart felt heavy with pure sorrow. Why wasn’t he dead? It had been seconds since the blow had torn clean through him. He had seen it… Could still see it. Swirling about him. What was this Human trickery? What where they doing to him! His mind raced as he pulled himself to his feet, glancing down he gasped in amazement and pure fear. He had no body any more. Was he invisible? This thought was wiped clean as he watched the sand shift into the place he thought his legs would be. The drifted in close and easily defined his body, these where his pieces, he had exploded into sand and now he could not be harmed.
“What the fuck is this!” He heard the humans furious call and quickly looked up to see three standing not far from him. Long oddly shaped sticks pointed in his direction. Guns? Where those guns? He sobbed quietly to himself. He wanted to be home with his family, this was all a dream, it had to be! It just had too. He looked back down, he wanted his white fur back and he wanted it now, he wanted the humans to kill him. He wanted to be with his family again.
He yelped slightly in shock as the send began to pull in tight. It hurt so much he started to cry and now he found himself wriggling in the yellowed sand like some pitiful worm, he was screaming in agony now. “what the hell, you, get your ass over there now!”
Their voices made him sick yet the pain made his mind drift away in moments. His vision blackened as the pain just grew worse and worse. This wasn’t right and he knew something bad had gone wrong. As his mind slipped into nothingness he saw his family. Their faces bloodstained and a smile on their maws.
Sin awoke to find himself in a human building. Here he spent the better part of his life as he was unable to re-create what had happened to him out in the sand dunes of home. Creatures came and went as the humans within tortured them till death. The did many things to Sin too in an attempt to “explode” him. Eventually this became life to Sin, he had given up all hope of escape. All these humans wanted was to be able to harness him for military uses.
A young human fae had been assigned as the leader to his particular research team. Her first order was to send him into a small dark room where she waited. He woke from the human drugs with blurry vision so at first he assumed he was still caged but as it sharpened his eyes grew wide in shock. What was this human playing at and why on earth was she just sitting there. These questions where quickly answered. The female stood, her bright green eyes watching his now golden orbs, she slid her hand along her stomach and after a moment Sin realised she was removing her clothing. He wasn’t sure how to react and for a moment he worried if he was expected to mate with her.
Regardless he couldn’t help but look, look and truly feel the need to touch. What the hell, why on earth was he lusting for this human? It made him sick and yet he couldn’t stop. “Greetings wolf, my name is Unian” she said crouching down before him. He swallowed hard and stepped backward uneasily. His eyes wide he grew more and more worried as she continued to slink closer. Her hands delicately placed one after the other. Her tail wrapping delicately around her thigh… Her tail…
The human was gone, now only a fae remained in her place. “Do not ask yourself if I am wolf or woman for this I cannot answer. I have simply come to free you and that is all you need to know.”
(im sure you can tell what happened from here, she helped him escape and he wandered on his own for awhile. He joined several packs in this time and all of them betrayed him. I will most likely write more stories on this but for now this is enough.)
Place Of Birth: Zuldeo Snare
Date Of Birth:
Birth Rank: None
Birth Name: Sindune
Father: Relio
Mother: Gune
Siblings: Sar, Mars and Duri
Partner: None
Pup: None
Grandpup(s): None
Name: Akist
Nickname: Aki (akee)
Age: 2
Orientation: Straight
Zodiac Sign: Aries
Home Location: Mushroom Darks
Rank: Subordinate
Rank Position: Hunter
Appearance:
Atoris for beginnings has a deep orange coloured pelt that gradually grows to a crimson colour at his paws, nose and the base of his tail. Unlike the rest of his bloodline Atoris has no wings or extra limbs instead he has four ears. Odd yes? Two sit comfortably in their normal position but a second slightly darker and smaller pair sit just behind those and face the opposite way. They are only slightly rounded and somewhat short. The inner ear is a bright yellow colour much the same as his lips and paw-pads. At the end of each ear Atoris has a short tuft of black fur, an inherent trait from his father.
The next unusual thing about him would be his tail only briefly mentioned before. It starts in the usual position but as it reaches about half way it branches in three. The middle section ends like a normal tail, slightly fluffy, while the one on the left curves back around towards his back leg. In place of his dewclaws there is a small pouch that this segment tucks into. Likewise there is one on his right for his other tail segment. These two sections are roughly a metre long unlike the middle section that is only about half a metre.
Now the final odd part of Atoris is the two metre long whip like body parts that join to his elbows. Each segment is as flexible as an extra limb and at the tip of each there are long tufts of black fur just like on his ears. His teeth are white and his tongue and gums are a crimson colour while he claws are a perfectly normal black. His nose too.
Extra Limbs:
Hmm, maybe. four whip-like body parts. Read Appearance.
Personality:
Atoris is very mature and sophisticated, he is always calm and polite. He strives hard to be a perfect mate so that one day he might find that special someone to share his life with however in this hunt for the perfect someone he is willing to “test” as many females as he takes (saving mating for his beloved). He is very kind hearted but puts his pack above strangers and his mate/family above his pack. He is talented in fighting having been quite a rebellious pup and can hunt extremely well (with the help of his extra appendages.)
Atoris had a strong dislike for alpha’s as he is a firm believer in a women’s abilities. Men where born to support, women to lead. This view may occasionally get him into trouble, especially as he shows his respect to the leading Fae first. He is strong willed but dislikes violence to such an extent that he will end the violence by either attacking all responsible (and beating them) or killing them. This is a major flaw in his working but one of few.
Lastly only due to the fact these traits should be mentioned. Atoris has a fondness for fish rather then red meat and prefers hanging near large waterholes and the like. He appreciates the beauty of wings so he likes to keep the company of those who have them but he dislikes those with more then the normal four legs due to his father’s influence. He has a tendency to take detours so shouldn’t be trusted with anything that requires him to be on time and lastly he like to climb so if ever he cant be found- look up.
Ability:
Atoris lets off a strange pheromone that only works on females. This smell makes wolves desire him uncontrollably however it also works on prey and can/will lure just about any female species. This makes hunts easy but can cause a lot of trouble with mosquitos, flies and other pesky insects.
Males are unaffected by this and unless told would remain completely oblivious.
History:
Atoris doesn’t have a major sob story to his name. As a pup he was raised in a large pack of wolves not by his mother but rather the nanny who took care of all pups in the pack. He was a much lower rank then he thought he deserved and as a result ended up in a lot of childhood fights that thankfully left no major scars. It was only at about one year did he settle down.
One day while he was off venting his anger on smaller prey he stumbled across his elderly alpha and Alphess, the two where laying peacefully by the edge of the stream, Alphess on her side and alpha on his stomach. The water almost motionless. He sat quietly out of view and sight so he could listen to what the where discussing.
“Majjor?” came the rasping voice of his alphess.
“Yes my love, I’m still here.”
“I… I cant see any more”
“I know my love. I know.”
From his seat Atoris could hear faint sobbing from both. He began to worry slightly but as he continued to watch it became apparent what was happening. His Alphess was dying and Major had lay by her side in wait.
“Lily my dear, remember that time when we snuck away from the pack?”
“Yes” she replied with difficulty.
“You looked so beautiful that night” he moved closer, nuzzling into her cheek and resting his paw gently over her shoulder. His ears where folded back in a strong attempt to prevent his voice from trembling but at times his concentration faltered. Lily made no reply to this other then a heaving breath.
“Shh shh shh” Majjor hushed soothingly “don’t worry honey, you don’t need to speak. Ill talk to you. How about that time I fell off the sentry rock trying to see if there was another wolf on our borders” he forced a chuckle. “I was bruised for almost a month from that but you still looked over me, being the oldie that I am.”
Lily was trembling and in response thick tears rolled down Majjor’s cheeks. His fur parted from the length of time he must have been quietly crying beside her. Atoris had never seen his alpha cry. Not once. Even now as the silence continued for up to a minute Atoris almost felt as though none of this even existed. It was lily who broke the silence with her hissing voice.
“And… and… you told me…”
“Yes yes, that I would love you forever. That I would always be here”
“No…” a weak smile crossed her face “that you must have… hurt your chest”
Majjor laughed, “yes I remember, told you that you needed to nuzzle it better” the two smiled.
“Majjor”
he struggled to respond as the tears welled up once more. His voice trembled as he spoke and his whole face seemed to fight the words. “Yes my dear”
“I love you”
“and I you”.
Her breathing faltered then slowly her chest lowered. It didn’t rise again.
“Lily” Majjor sobbed. “Lily please”. IT was over. It was obvious but as the alpha rose to shaking legs Atoris wished too that it where otherwise. The alpha’s voice was load now, Atoris flinched as it broke the silence. “Lily why did you leave me? Why did you do it? Come back to me!” He was howling with pain, his paws scraping at the earth around her and his tail thrashing. “Come back to me, we where supposed to go together! You promised! You promised!” tears where streaming down his face, his lips trembling as he begged for her to return. It was a pitiful sight and Atoris wished above all he wasn’t there to see it.
It had been several days since lily left. Majjor had sat high above the packlands on the large boulder the pack had come to call sentry rock. He hadn’t spoken to anyone, hadn’t slept. Hadn’t eaten. The best anyone could do was watch as he slowly starved himself. Atoris had watched him do this. Atoris hadn’t eaten, hadn’t slept. He couldn’t imagine the pain his alpha was in. Didn’t want to. The pack had now settled down to sleep when Atoris finally made his way to the rocks peak. The pack was unlikely to hear them speaking.
“Majjor?” Atoris said quietly.
The alpha stayed quiet. He hadn’t spoken to anyone.
“I’m going to kill you” Atoris then said after several moments of continued silence. The alpha turned his aged head. His bright blue eyes dim and bloodshot with sorrow. “You where a great alpha” Atoris then whispered.
Majjor smiled.
Lurching forward Atoris thrust Majjor from his perch, he spiralled downward with wide eyes and flailing limbs. Scraping at the air for support. Then with a sickening crunch and echoing thud he hit the earth. Blood spilling from his mouth.
Atoris hurried down to his side. He stilled lived, oh god. Atoris hadn’t helped him! he still lived! “Majjor!” he gasped looking down at the mangled pile. It was so mutilated now it was hard to tell what paw went where. The other packmates had heard his landing and where now scrambling over to his side. “T-hank… you” Majjor gargled through the thick blood in his mouth. His lungs clearly in shambles. After that he made no movement. There was nothing left but his empty shell.
Needless to say the pack drove him away after that, they hadn’t heard the thankyou. To be frank Atoris knew the alpha would have done it himself eventually. He just needed… the little push that’s all.
Since that moment all Atoris ever desired was someone he could love and would love him back just as much as Majjor and lily.
Place Of Birth: A savanna
Date Of Birth: May 1st
Birth Rank: Subordinate
Birth Name: Akist
Father: Kajjbah
Mother: Luarie
Siblings: Lester: Male
Partner: None
Pup: None
Grandpup(s): None
Name: Lokult
Nickname: Loko
Age: 1
Orientation: Straight
Zodiac Sign: Scorpio
Home Location: Gin Mizu
Rank: Gamma
Rank Position: N/A
Appearance:
Lokult is relatively small for his age, his pelt is long and wavy and grows even longer around his chest and the top of his head giving him a rather amusing sort of bang. His ears are short and slightly rounded at the tip and his tail- or lack thereof- is shorter than his paw. Just a wee little stub that give Lokult a sheepish sort of appearance. Lokult has very light blue eyes but oddly enough they change colour under certain lights from orange-yellow to a blue-green. This is largely a reflection of his ability. His teeth are white however his claws are dark brown, as are his gums, tongue and skin. His lips are a slightly darker tone.
Now lets move on to his marking, just bellow his left eye he has a dark green cross. X the bottom right side continues down the side of his neck, over his shoulder and right down to his hip. From there it branches in two, on side running down his left leg and eventually fading away near his foot, the other right down to the tip of his stubby tail. At one stage it continued to the tip of his long bushy tail but what can you do?
The rest of his pelt is black in colour and although Lokult has a very lean and fur structure his fur make him look bulky and somewhat chubby. His paw-pads are the same dark green as his marking but they are usually very dirty so it’s not obvious. His inner ear, lastly, is a darker shade of green flecked with browns giving him the illusion of colour changing skin. It’s pretty but not overly interesting.
Extra Limbs:
None
Personality:
Lokult is a very nervous sort of wolf, he is easily scared and tends to stick close to larger, more threatening wolves. When embarrassed (which is most of the time...) he tends to fidget and stutter, become amusingly clumsy and in the right situation very bashful. He just cannot talk to a female and every time he has ever attempted he has made a downright ass of himself. He has a tendency to make bad jokes and when prompted can become very over-protective. Or oppressive to his Fae one of The few… one… he had the displeasure of meeting.
He is not self-sacrificing in the least and can be mean on occasion. He is endlessly clumsy and an insufferable know-it-all. But regardless of all his faults, of which he has many, he is a very nice wolf and although he may not always be the brightest he can certainly light up the den. Laughter is usually directed at him and not with him but… Hmm… moving on!
Lokult doesn’t take no for an answer. Not now, not ever. Being the stubborn little idiot he is. He makes rash decisions that he almost always later regrets but with each absolutely terrible mistake he likes to think he gets just that little wiser. However its usually the opposite and he will keep making the same mistake and getting the same reaction hoping maybe it might change.
Ability:
Lokult has a shield kind of gift the same shield that permanently glazes his eyes. However he can’t summon it of his own accord. It just happens when he feels threatened. Basically at first he starts to look oily all over but the oil thickens until it is about 5cm thick all around his body. Its hard to get through regardless of its appearance and like his eyes it changes colour from green-blue to orange-yellow depending on how you look at it. He is only dimly visible beneath this oil.
History:
Lokult was born and bred to be an alpha, but needless to say he failed in all areas. While his brother Malicuss was strong and fast Lokult was weak and very, very slow. Malicuss hunted and Lokult hid. It was just how the two worked and the longer the competed with each-other the bigger their bond grew. Malicuss took lokult under his wing so to speak and every night the two would hunt, train and attempt to grow lokult into a leader. All attempts however where futile and on the day of lokults initiation he simply ended up head-butting the pack elder while attempting to say his thanks.
Under his rule the pack fell apart, disputes broke out over his way of leading and eventually one late summers night he was attacked by a group of younger wolves eager to take his place. Malicuss dove in at just the right moment and tore three of the young pups to pieces in moments. His snarled like lokult had never heard him snarl and with fear in his heart he fled. He had turned his beloved brother into a killer! He had to leave, he just had too.
So like he always did he ran and hid. For a week he just sat in the bushes on the outskirts of “his” land but no one came to find him. Not even his brother. So eventually he left the lands in search for a new home. The only problem was, he couldn’t hunt, track, run or be anything close to a wolf. He grew weary and tired very quickly. He had trouble finding water and walked right past streams and lakes on many occasions. He was so hopeless that his attempt at hunting a mouse sent him yelping back almost a days walk.
Eventually he ambled far enough to reach the borders of another pack.
Place Of Birth: Unknown
Date Of Birth: 8 July
Birth Rank: Alpha Heir
Birth Name: Lokult
Father: Mishkan
Mother: Lucy
Siblings: Malicuss
Partner: None
Pup: None
Grandpup(s): None
Name: Toshemba
Nickname: Toshi, bah
Age: 20ish
Orientation: Straight
Zodiac Sign: Taurus
Home Location: Yuki Hayashi
Rank: Beta
Rank Position: N/A
Appearance:
Toshemba is a massive brute to say the very least. From paw to ear he stands almost 8 feet tall, 12 feet long having such a slender body structure. His tail is almost as long as his full body combined however even with his massive size Toshemba isn’t very strong. His limbs are Long and gangly, his skin drawn tight over his bones with hardly any muscle. His ears are very long and come to a perfect point, his muzzle much the same. Very long and only slightly rounded at the end meaning he has a small nose and as a result has a less then great sense of smell. His fur is very short and pure black looking like silk as it rolls over his bony structure. He also has no stomach meaning that the skin wraps around his spine and the few organs he has there. He has no need to “alleviate himself” either. This brings me to another point. His mouth. He has two rows of very sharp, long, pointed teeth but no tongue and no throat. Having absolutely no need to ingest anything. Instead his teeth are hollowed so that when he bites his prey he may literally suck the life from them. Their life being the source of all, their blood. This is then taken right into his body without being processed. Finally he has two very large batlike wings. The skin is very thick but when sliced bleeds a lot. Now you may be wondering how on earth he can speak with no tongue? No lungs? (That’s right, he hasn’t got these either!) Well its simple, he can’t. He is a massive, endlessly vicious and scary beast with no way of communicating! Fun isn’t he?
Extra Limbs:
Two large leathery bat-like wings, easily torn and damaged.
Personality:
Toshemba has little personality left. He thinks mostly of blood and death. He is reckless and has little mercy for anyone.
However there are things about him still buried deep within.
He is gentle towards infants, he won’t kill a family huddled alone with those they love. He avoids packs that he can see are happy. He cringes away from playful laughter but the sound of mocking laughter sends him into a frenzy. He prefers to move during the night however he loves running under the sun and is most likely to leave packs unharmed if he is travelling at this time. He would love to be surrounded by children but never wants one of his own. In fact several times after he has killed the parents of a litter of pups he had felt such guilt that he has curried them all safely to another pack and left them to be cared for by another. He is a gentle soul when not overrun by thirst.
He hates black wolves, wolves that remind him of what he is and what he has done. What he is continuing to do. He wants nothing more than to find a way for him to live with others of his kind. Yet wolves are repulsed and often run screaming from his sight. He wishes he could just tell someone. He has spent many years looking and often attempting to enter other packs only to be driven off or have his thirst drive him to slaughter everything in sight. His greatest desire though is to be a guardian. To defend his pack from intruders. To be a protector not a killer. He has had enough killing.
But all this is put after his thirst. It rules all logic.
Ability:
He cannot die. Not of certain means anyway. Let me axplain.
Toshemba cannot die of old age as long as he can get to wolf blood. He must drink the blood of a canine at least once a month. The blood of a full canine. Now he doesn’t have to kill to get his life, he can just sample a few wolves leaving them all sleepy but none of them dead. If he doesn’t get the blood he needs. He will die.
Next if he drinks the wrong blood it will make him sick. This means he cannot drink blood of wolves already embedded with death, vampiristic wolves. Demonic wolves. Evil wolves… Wolves who have eaten fish recently... A full wolf body of this blood will kill him. Dead, no more Toshemba. (he;s alergic to fishies!) That’s pretty much it really. He can be killed from loss of blood, major injuries and the like. Damage to his skull. Just… safe from suffocation. Oh and starving… so basically. Beat the S!*t out of him! =D Or eat some fish and taunt him for awhile. =D
History:
As a pup Toshemba was born disformed and small. He had no ears, no tail and an axtra paw on hes left leg. Him mother took one look at the hideous creature she had created and thrown him right into the river. Where by all logic he should have died. He was saved by something unnatural. The kind of creature who slid through the shadows completely unnoticed. He took a liking to Toshemba right from the start and as he floated downstream this demon provided him with oxygen, warmth and food. For about a month he lived in the currents, his form unchanged but his mind aware of what was happening around him. Finally one night a fae who had happened to be nearby saw the small “newborn” blind and almost dead, apparently, in the water. She dove in and swooped him up before taking him home to her litter of pups and her mate Kozzimoko. From then on the demon gave Toshemba the ability to age.
He grew with the other pups, only appearing slightly younger yet still just as disfigured. Kozzimoke and the fae who found him Nuki loved him endlessly. They cared for him like one of their own despite it all. And as Toshemba grew the demon changed him. First he grew ears. He could hear now. Hear his mothers sweet voice and fathers scolding temper. The trees, the river. Next the demon gave him a tail. This proved to be the most thrilling as Toshemba soon learnt to chase it for hours in attempt to grab it.
Next the demon removed his foot, it just fell off. Causing quite a lot of screaming from Nuki and the other four pups he was being raised with. But the demon now did this with a price that Toshemba was asked to pay up front. He spoke to the wolf within his head.
“I have taken your spare but now you must give me part of yourself. Something you do not wish to be taken away.”
Now at the time Toshemba was very hungry… “I don’t want my stomach! I only want to be able to drink!”
This thrilled the demon, he removed Toshemba’s stomach without a moments wait and hollowed his teeth. He didn’t know of this part. Not yet anyway.
The demon watched him grow to almost a year. He was so tiny he still only measured to his mothers elbow so one night the demon changed this. In a matter of days he grew so large he could no longer live in the cave they had called home.
“I have given you size, now give me something small”
toshemba ws much wiser now. The loss of his stomach brought along much worry from all. What could he lose now that would not be apparent? Something. Small.
“Take my tongue”
and so the demon did. Toshemba was now mute. Why on earth would he choose his tongue? Because the simple fact was he didn’t feel he needed it. He didn’t talk much anyway.
SO on he lived, mute and massive but otherwise completely happy. He now had everything he wanted. Everything… Yet as he looked longingly into the river he remembered the times he could only feel and smell it. The month just drifting. He wished he didn’t need to breath. Then he could swim for as long as he wanted.
So the demon removed his fat. He wouldn’t float so this was he starting position. Toshemba’s skin grew tight over his bones, his eyes now deep set he looked nothing of what he wanted to be. He was beautiful before but now he looked like a skeleton. What was that demon playing at? He didn’t want this.
The demon spoke. “I have taken your unneeded weight. Now give me something in return. You know what that something is already do you not?”
“You have made me ugly!” he thought viciously
“I have given you a gift, now give me your lungs in return”
Toshemba did. Foolishly and mostly by force but really. He wanted to swim. The demon had always done right by him before? Right?
So the demon took his lungs but didn’t stop there. He took his throat. He made Toshemba even larger still. Pointed his ears and drew his skin so tight he felt it might split as he moved. His back split open and from within two massive boney wings protruded. He even went so far as to give him another row of teeth just for effect. He drained Toshemba of the last of his life force and with mocking laughter sent him home.
His family screamed in terror as he approached. Toshemba now looked more like a figure of death than a wolf. His fangs bared as his skin was so tight it was hard to cover them. His family, they attacked. They knew it was him but was unaware he wasn’t there to hurt them. He could make no noise, he couldn’t tell them. They bit hard into his legs and tail and Toshemba wished above all he could snarl but as he tried all that came was a deep purr much like a kittens. They thought he was enjoying their fight.
Finally Toshemba attacked back, he only wanted to make them back away. So he could try explain, so he could do something. But as his teeth dug deep into either side of his fathers body warm blood filled his teeth and flowed within him. Warming him. He bit deeper and drank. He was so thristy, he had to drink. He had to. Finally his fathers body fell limp within his massive jaws. His mind broke away from the sweet melody it had fallen into and Toshemba realised what he had just done. He had killed his father.
He ran then, far from his broken family and he never returned.
From then on he hunted other wolves, his body scorched with pain when he did not feed. At first he only weakened his prey but soon he killed them without second thought. He tore whole packs to pieces and all the while the demon laughed within his mind.
“Kill them Toshemba. Kill them.”
Place Of Birth: Egypt
Date Of Birth: ??
Birth Rank: Alpha
Birth Name: None
Father: Brutus
Mother: Seirella
Siblings: None
Partner: None
Pup: None
Grandpup(s): None
Name:Akidajj
Nickname:Aki, Dajj or Kid.
Age:Just over a year.
Orientation:Straight
Zodiac Sign:Aries
Home Location:The Burning Woods
Rank: Any
Rank Position: N/A
Appearance: Akidajj is not as dramatically coloured as his parents or younger sister but there is definitely an unusual look about him. His light grey fur has a darker mid-section making it seem almost like his fur changes tone while he moves. The fur around his eyes are also darker but the mid-section of this fur is an almost violent shade of electric blue that is almost invisible when he stands still. While in motion this fur on his face and the two parallel stripes (one on either side) that run from the corner of his eyes seem almost like a wave of colour that makes brief appearances. Often leaving others wondering if they truly saw the brief flash among his dull fur.
As far as abnormality goes that is it for him. His ears are of average length and are slightly rounded at the tip. His tail is slightly bushy to suit his mid-length fur and his paws are somewhat oversized as is common for males his age. His teeth are well kept and his yellow eyes are clear of dirt most of the time. His small black nose has a speck of pink where it meets his pink lips. His tongue in somewhat long but not insanely so. His legs are average length but on occasion he will limp on his left forepaw due to a childhood accident that left no scar yet somehow still troubles him.
Akidajj should have had wings, all his genetics pointed in this direction but he was born wingless at birth and there is little chance of them just growing out of nowhere. The final thing to add would be the only slightly longer fur along his back and around his neck. Again though this is not uncommon.
Extra Limbs:
None
Personality:
Akidajj is a normal laidback wolf with no personality shaping dramas or unstable fears. He enjoys company and is more than willing to goof around with pups should the need arise. He doesn’t want pups of his own yet however he thoroughly enjoys helping out around the dens. He isn’t deathly smart, or even just smart. On the contrary it is quite easy to outwit him but he doesn’t mind this at all. He just tells everyone he is one part tree, although that really does sound stupid…
He can often be somewhat temperamental but these moments are usually very brief and often followed by sudden bursts of excitement. He is also very impressionable and will often try anything he sees. Regardless of if how dangerous it looks. Most just put it together with his uncanny ability to avoid harm. Or maybe hes just to stupid to know if he is hurt or not… Either way he doesn’t care.
Lastly Akidajj can have very long moments of pure laziness. These can last from a few hours to a few days and its almost impossible to get anything from him. Thus he is often the straw that brakes the camels back. He is childish and usually sulks to get what he wants but regardless of his less than perfect behaviour most forgive him because he is to nice a guy to stay angry at.
Ability:
Telleportation
He can zap himself instantly to a location with several feet of where he is, its very unpredictable and hard to control but with time he may learn.
History:
Akidajj doesn’t have a very interesting past. He grew up on the outskirts of Aelyn with his Mother, Father and little sister Kako. His father although at times could be a little to strict took good care of his pups as they grew up and when Akidajj was old enough he was taught to hunt. Needless to say he didn’t do to well at it to begin with and often drove his prey to far off or ended up with a hoof in the maw. His worst hunt was when he came home bloody and crying. His mother had rushed to tend to his wounds but upon hearing the rabbit he had caught had kicked him and scared him… Well it was too funny to be sympathetic.
Not long after his sister learnt to hunt she left to make her own way. Akidajj stayed behind, not willing to join with his sister who far surpassed him in everything. However he couldn’t hold out long and several weeks later he too set off to find himself a home of his own. His parents bid him farewell and he was on his merry little way.
He made a life for himself out in the plains. He didn’t know who owned them but he never met another wolf in the time he was there. Well… Until he met one very beautiful wolf. She was only passing through so the two spent only a few hours together but in that time the Fae who called herself Shae told him many interesting things. It got his mind racing about the packlands she spoke of so as she left he decided to move on and find one of these packs to call his own. After several days he reached the outskirts of Estyre and eventually smelt the scent of the fae, he ran as fast as his legs would carry him hoping she might embrace him in her pack.
Place Of Birth: Aelyn outskirts
Date Of Birth:
Birth Rank: Beta
Birth Name: Akidajj
Father: Boss
Mother: Lilica
Siblings: Kako: Female
Partner: None
Pup: None
Grandpup(s): None
Name: Keith
Nickname: Kei
Age: 2
Orientation: Straight
Zodiac Sign: Taurus
Home Location: Hara'Nor
Rank: Subordinate
Rank Position: Hunter
Appearance:
Kei is truly a beautiful wolf, her long soft fur caresses her thin delicate frame making her seem almost surreal. Her coloring is quite common but if she is actually looked at closely it seems for more strange, she appears to be a gentle brown but that is not true, her undercoat is black slowly turning to fiery red at the very tip of each hair, this is partially due to her strange power. Kei’s eyes are pure black during the day but at night they glow turning to a dull orange-red. She is a thin wolf but her gentle muscle shows through her beautiful pelt. Her ears are longer then normal for a wolf such as her and they come to an almost perfect point, her muzzle is longer then normal too. Her teeth are black in colour with a strange reddish tinge at the end, almost like burning coals and her gums and tongue are dark grey. Kei also has two tails, these are long and beautiful and often sway delicately beside her and sometimes they intertwine. The ends of these tails are pure black. Her pads are soft and black too as well as the ouside of her gleaming eyes, she looks quite sinister up close and she loves it. Other then her normal wolf features there is something quite strange set upon this wolfs back, two small and hardly noticable lumbs. It seems as though there was once another two limbs attached although clearly they are now absent, could this be just another strange twist to her clouded past? only time can tell.
Her eyes are Black, Deep lose yourself black. But come night fall they burn like fire.
Extra Limbs:
When she chooses she can create two long fiery wings.
Personality:
Kei knows she is beautiful but even so she has trouble with other wolves, she feels less then them and although this doesn’t show it can often make her seem arrogant. She is however a very nice wolf who puts her family before herself. No matter the consequences. She is playful at times but she is also very shy and withdrawn, she speaks only when spoken to but will sometimes keep speaking for quite a time. She does not fall in love easily but when she does it brakes her heart to be away from them. Kei keeps secrets, she listens unbelievably well and is extremely smart although she trys to hide this. If a wolf has a problem she goes out of her way to help them. Kei is however quite power hungry at times, she becomes almost insane when given I high rank so she takes pride in being the lowest of the low. She becomes fiercely aggressive when another wolf puts someone down but always agrees if she is the one to be emotionally hurt. She does not scare easily either but on the rare occation she finds it hard to stay in one place, shifting and wriggling and sometimes even running frantically. she knows this is her greatest flaw but no matter her attempts she is unable to change it. Few wolves may be given her heart but even fewer can keep it. She falls in and out of love harmlessly avoiding whomever she has fallen for. perhaps in time she will find someone who can finally mimic her emotions.
Ability:
She can create things from fire within her, so far she has learnt to form a pair of wings for herself and a den if there is none available. When she is done with her power the remains turn into ash
History:
“welcome young one, it is truly an honor to be the mother of a fire child”
These are the only words still stranded in her mind, her memories now faded and obscure she searches for not only herself but the reason behind her mother’s first lines. her mother was weak and frail, her eyes deep set. Kei knew now what she may not have known then, her birth was not natural. Not in the least and this brought new questions that Kei could not answer. Kei wished more then anything she where normal, something told her this was never true, something inside made her sure that she was an outcast. Though her world is now distorted moments in time flash through her mind with each step she takes. Wolves piled high, covering the sun from view and burning all through the night. Warmth unlike any other, safe and alone. The screaming in her head as the pleas of her mother drown into nothingness. Although she cannot see the truth, she feels it deep within her burning heart. She knows the truth, she knows she is a killer. But no more. Kei was once known as the fire child, among her clan the birth of these “children” where rare and few survived past the age of a young pup. An adult fire child was treated like a god, thus her alpha Vilerios, her mother’s father. He taught her how to lead and keep the pack strong but memories of death now cloud her child hood, she does not even remember her own true name thus creating one herself. Kei walked alone for a time, the skies dark as she walked and bright as she slept, forever bright so that she may feel safe and unharmed. She was raised to be a leader and a warrior but now she was but one lone wolf, as weak and pitiful as the rabbits she hunted. She was searching for a home, somewhere she could feel safe and secure even during the darkest night but even though she tried none would accept her. Not the burner of pups and hunter of kin. She couldn’t remember how she came upon this title… but something told her… she stumbled upon Hara'Nor by chance, the deep forest welcoming her into their cold dark embrace. She smelt the alpha in the air and with her new home in mind she ran as fast as her body would allow waiting to start anew. Her life was truly about to begin and this time… she was a wolf not a monster.
Place Of Birth: Shuni Sanctuary
Date Of Birth: Unknown
Birth Rank: N/A
Birth Name: Cannot Remember
Father: Cannot Remember
Mother: Cannot Remember
Siblings: Cannot Remember
Partner: Cannot Remember
Pup: Cannot Remember
Grandpup(s): Cannot Remember
Name:Fae
Nickname:Girl or Wide eyes (Kavu’s nickname for her)May flower or may
Age:Unknown
Orientation: Straight
Zodiac Sign: Aries
Home Location: Mount Ekuyo-mah
Rank: Pup
Rank Position: N/A
Appearance:
Her fur is soft white only slightly tinted with gray near her paws and tail. Its very thick and long as she uses it for warmth but during summer it thins only slightly. She isn’t a big pup, in fact she is much smaller then any of her age group. She is thin and slightly malnourished having rather frail bones. Her miniature paws are as mentioned before are slightly grey, their pads however are a bright shining silver, as are her gums and tongue. her two slightly rounded wings often droop sheepishly to the side and she ussally gets quite upset when tis happens. (not looking vicious enough). Her eyes are also silver having no pupils, they glow softly makin her seem as sinister as she is. Her teeth are white as normal but the tips of her four canines are a gentle pale green. She has two very tiny wings but they are not capable of flight, yet, the feathers are white slowly turning grey at the tips. Under her left eyes are three bright lime green stripes that go straight down to her bottom jaw, her lips are also a similar green. She also has three green stripes that circle the tip of her white bushy tail. her muzzle is short for a normal wolf too and her teeth slightly overlap. Other than that she just looks like a normal wolf pup. This pup at the moment is also missing her back left leg but maybe in time it will regrow making her a normal wolf once more. The tip of her nose has a strange bluish splodge on it too.
Extra Limbs:
small gentle white wings that slowly turn grey at the tip of each feather.
Personality:
Fae like any pup is keen to learn about the world around her however her ways of learning are much different then normal. She likes to figure out how “bodies” work thus she often tortures her prey, removing parts slowly and studying what happens and how the creature reacts. This behavior could be because of how Kavu helped her or maybe because of her mother who left her to die. Fae is always smiling but she holds no interest in being with other pups, she finds their conversations childish and boring. The way she acts seem almost as though she where a very old wolf not a young one such as herself. She is playful and excitable but has a very sick warped mind. She loves free falling so quite often she tends to hurl herself from cliffs but kavu is always able to rescue her (call it inner knowing =P) Fae is also easily upset but she is a pup after all and in time she was be just the same as any other wolf… one would hope… She is also obssessed with deformed creatures, mainly those with missing or multiple body parts but that could be because of her "gift".
Ability:
She is of no particular element, although she has a quite unusual gift, when she loses a body part it will grow back, this also works if she where to lose her head, no pun intended…
History:
Fae being just a pup has very little history, although some terrible things have happened to her… Any wolf would have died but Fae strong will has already proved itself and her dreams of being an Alphess may become reality…
It was late at night when her mother Sodeku, an evil wolf who murdered both her previous litters, left her to die in the freezing lakes near her home not long after her birth. Sodeku then flew away with her mate Scumm who was in all terms as scummy as his name. Fae although weak was able to pull both of her sisters free and soon she found herself looking not only after herself but her two sisters whom she was forced to name. Silence and Seeker. Fae having chosen her name after hearing her mother once speak it. Fae took on the motherhood role protecting her sisters from danger and once saving Seeker from a group of savage humans. The three traveled through the cold mountains sleeping beneath rocks and in small caves and holes. Her and her two sisters where alone for two weeks surviving on hares her sister silence had murdered with her power, She was able to sing a creature to death. Seeker was able to locate whatever she wanted thus their names. They lived fairly well for their age but after a long horrid blizzard a wolf pack had arrived at their shelter, The alpha Nethu murdered their sister Seeker in cold blood forcing Silence and Fae to flee in fear. During the blizzard the two began to lose their way and very soon they were separated. Fae thought her dead but soon an inner knowing informed her that Silence was more than capable of looking after herself. Come sunrise the blizzard had cleared but poor Fae found herself being hunted, she managed to escape the wolf but only a day later she was caught and attacked. The wolf carried her back in search of the wolf pack he belonged too but during his journey fae had begun to “annoy” him. The wolf then threw her to the ground and Fae lost her leg in the first moment of their battle… Although she was small she managed to tear a chunk from the wolfs ear but that is all that can be told… Poor Fae now finds herself fighting for her life in the quickly cooling dusk. Only time will tell what happens to such a lonely little wolf pup…
(She was then rescued by KAVU, her leg regrew over time however it is still bald in places)
Place Of Birth: Unknown
Date Of Birth: Unknown
Birth Rank: Unknown
Birth Name: None Given
Father: Scum
Mother: Sudoku
Siblings: Silence: Female. Seeker: Female: R.I.P
Partner: None
Pup: None
Grandpup(s): None
