Post by venotica on Nov 3, 2007 18:37:11 GMT 1
Name: Curse
Gender: Brute
Age: 42 Moons ( 3 and 1/2 years)
Pack: No pack
Rank: Loner
Description: His black fur his a ripple in the moonlight, always gleaming and shining. His canines protrude from his maw ever so slightly, and the gleam white consistently. His eyes are that of a frightening gold, and have the slightest flecks of silver in them, giving them an eerie glow in the moonlight as he looks about others. A single scar crosses over his left eye, a mark of a viscous battle between his father. His muscles ripple like gentle waves as he moves, and his broad shoulders allow him for strength when he runs. Long legs grant him speed and make him a killing machine.
Personality: He is by no means friendly. He is more of a shell, a once living creature that has been so ripped and torn he really has no reason to live other than for his daughter, Breaking Dawn. He has a side of him, however, that is not so torn, and is more of a whole. A side that is still willing to love despite how he has been brutally battered. Despite all of this death in his life, he does have a soft spot for his mate, and for her alone. He does not mix well with puppies, (Other than Breaking Dawn) but if his mate were to wish them, he would tolerate them. However, as much as he dislikes puppies, he enjoys making them much more, and is always ready for a female when given the opportunity. However, upon having a mate, he would never cheat on her.
History:
The Story of my life
is not one I shall wish to recall
but for you, my dear
I shall
I was born exactly three and a half years ago to date, to a small pack in the mountains. My mother was a kind soul, and I always admired her for being so strong in the face of my father. You see, my mothers pregnancy was not a wanted one, and she had been raped to become impregnated with me. She never discriminated against me, however, and always treated me as though I was precious to her. You see, my father was the Alpha of our pack, but my mother, she was not. She had been force-bred to and sworn to secrecy, and never said a word about me. In fact, the Alpha never even knew she was pregnant with little me, as my mother ran from the pack, only to return once she had given birth. She returned without me, however, and would come to visit me often in the little cave I was hidden, to feed me and such. In this cave, she dubbed me as Avalanche, a beautiful name for a beautiful pup, she had always said. It may sound cruel to you, but if she was to return with a pup with the Alpha's scent upon it from birth, the Alphess would surely kill me.
So for months I grew, aided by my mother in secret, until I was very strong and powerful. Together we vowed to kill my repulsive father, and to make me Alpha of our pack, and for my mother to have to hide in the shadow of my father no longer. Our plan was simple. She would bring me to the pack as a loner, my scent having long been cleaned of my fathers, and I would join as a low ranking Omega. Simple enough. From there, I would grow into a full, strong adult and then kill my father.
Our plan began on the eve of my first birthday, as I was brought into the pack by my mother, and also the beta, of our pack. And from their our plan continued without a hitch, until about four months in. At this time, I had deemed myself thoroughly in love with a female in the pack, Rain. And also the daughter of our Beta Male, as the Beta's in my pack were not required to be mates. My love for her grew into a passion, and at my age of two, she became pregnant with my pups. A true joy for myself and her, and I vowed to always keep her and my puppies safe. But the hour was drawing nearer, and any day now, I would have to kill my father.
I choose a gloomy, rainy night. The same night, unknown to me, that Rain was to give birth to my pups. And as my father and I hammered at each other in the rain, she was in her den, giving birth to my puppies. And her birth was not going well.
As my war with my father raged on, I let him know who I was, after all these years, and how I was his true son, the spawn of his terrible desire one night so many years ago. With that, my terrible war with him was over, and I was now alpha, and Rain now Alphess. I couldn't be more proud, until I heard terrible sounds coming from the birthing den. I ran in to find my mate struggling to give birth to the puppies, and I knew that something was wrong instantly. Myself and the medicine wolf stayed by her side until morning, and it was then her pain ended and her eyes glazed over. It was also then my heart shattered. But there was some happiness in this world, as my mate had given birth to a single puppy. A small silver female, and I named her Breaking Dawn, or Dawn for short. But my troubles do not end here, my friends, there is still more to the reason I am the way I am.
As I emerged from the den, my small pup being tended to by a willing mother with pups of her own, I longed to show my mother her granddaughter, to show her that even though my beautiful Rain had passed on, we still had something. We still had Dawn.
I found her in the very same cave that I had been raised in. Slain, by the jealous alphess Shara. I then realized that I must be only a curse. That my body must be a vessel only for death. And that is when I renamed my self as Curse, and fled the lands, taking my young daughter with me. We ran for a year, and it was then I came upon this place, a safe haven for myself and my daughter to live in.
Siblings:
None
Parents:
Mother, Misty
Father, Tornado
Pups of His own:
Breaking Dawn
OOC: Question, Cursico. Should I create a seperate profile for Breaking Dawn or can I just leave this one and play her with him?
Gender: Brute
Age: 42 Moons ( 3 and 1/2 years)
Pack: No pack
Rank: Loner
Description: His black fur his a ripple in the moonlight, always gleaming and shining. His canines protrude from his maw ever so slightly, and the gleam white consistently. His eyes are that of a frightening gold, and have the slightest flecks of silver in them, giving them an eerie glow in the moonlight as he looks about others. A single scar crosses over his left eye, a mark of a viscous battle between his father. His muscles ripple like gentle waves as he moves, and his broad shoulders allow him for strength when he runs. Long legs grant him speed and make him a killing machine.
Personality: He is by no means friendly. He is more of a shell, a once living creature that has been so ripped and torn he really has no reason to live other than for his daughter, Breaking Dawn. He has a side of him, however, that is not so torn, and is more of a whole. A side that is still willing to love despite how he has been brutally battered. Despite all of this death in his life, he does have a soft spot for his mate, and for her alone. He does not mix well with puppies, (Other than Breaking Dawn) but if his mate were to wish them, he would tolerate them. However, as much as he dislikes puppies, he enjoys making them much more, and is always ready for a female when given the opportunity. However, upon having a mate, he would never cheat on her.
History:
The Story of my life
is not one I shall wish to recall
but for you, my dear
I shall
I was born exactly three and a half years ago to date, to a small pack in the mountains. My mother was a kind soul, and I always admired her for being so strong in the face of my father. You see, my mothers pregnancy was not a wanted one, and she had been raped to become impregnated with me. She never discriminated against me, however, and always treated me as though I was precious to her. You see, my father was the Alpha of our pack, but my mother, she was not. She had been force-bred to and sworn to secrecy, and never said a word about me. In fact, the Alpha never even knew she was pregnant with little me, as my mother ran from the pack, only to return once she had given birth. She returned without me, however, and would come to visit me often in the little cave I was hidden, to feed me and such. In this cave, she dubbed me as Avalanche, a beautiful name for a beautiful pup, she had always said. It may sound cruel to you, but if she was to return with a pup with the Alpha's scent upon it from birth, the Alphess would surely kill me.
So for months I grew, aided by my mother in secret, until I was very strong and powerful. Together we vowed to kill my repulsive father, and to make me Alpha of our pack, and for my mother to have to hide in the shadow of my father no longer. Our plan was simple. She would bring me to the pack as a loner, my scent having long been cleaned of my fathers, and I would join as a low ranking Omega. Simple enough. From there, I would grow into a full, strong adult and then kill my father.
Our plan began on the eve of my first birthday, as I was brought into the pack by my mother, and also the beta, of our pack. And from their our plan continued without a hitch, until about four months in. At this time, I had deemed myself thoroughly in love with a female in the pack, Rain. And also the daughter of our Beta Male, as the Beta's in my pack were not required to be mates. My love for her grew into a passion, and at my age of two, she became pregnant with my pups. A true joy for myself and her, and I vowed to always keep her and my puppies safe. But the hour was drawing nearer, and any day now, I would have to kill my father.
I choose a gloomy, rainy night. The same night, unknown to me, that Rain was to give birth to my pups. And as my father and I hammered at each other in the rain, she was in her den, giving birth to my puppies. And her birth was not going well.
As my war with my father raged on, I let him know who I was, after all these years, and how I was his true son, the spawn of his terrible desire one night so many years ago. With that, my terrible war with him was over, and I was now alpha, and Rain now Alphess. I couldn't be more proud, until I heard terrible sounds coming from the birthing den. I ran in to find my mate struggling to give birth to the puppies, and I knew that something was wrong instantly. Myself and the medicine wolf stayed by her side until morning, and it was then her pain ended and her eyes glazed over. It was also then my heart shattered. But there was some happiness in this world, as my mate had given birth to a single puppy. A small silver female, and I named her Breaking Dawn, or Dawn for short. But my troubles do not end here, my friends, there is still more to the reason I am the way I am.
As I emerged from the den, my small pup being tended to by a willing mother with pups of her own, I longed to show my mother her granddaughter, to show her that even though my beautiful Rain had passed on, we still had something. We still had Dawn.
I found her in the very same cave that I had been raised in. Slain, by the jealous alphess Shara. I then realized that I must be only a curse. That my body must be a vessel only for death. And that is when I renamed my self as Curse, and fled the lands, taking my young daughter with me. We ran for a year, and it was then I came upon this place, a safe haven for myself and my daughter to live in.
Siblings:
None
Parents:
Mother, Misty
Father, Tornado
Pups of His own:
Breaking Dawn
OOC: Question, Cursico. Should I create a seperate profile for Breaking Dawn or can I just leave this one and play her with him?