Post by buffy on Oct 7, 2007 14:07:34 GMT 1
Name: Aguta
Age: 30 moons
Gender: Female
Pack: None
Rank: Rogue
Looks:
Beauty.
That one word that describes her. Just a single glance and you are under her spell. A pelt of ashen gray covers her slim and muscular body, tinged with a darker black and a soft dark undercoat. During the long summer her coat is short, so to keep herself cool and allow the sweat to roll down without a problem. But when it's cold, her coat grows thick and beautiful, so the cold winter chill will stay clear away from her already cold heart.
After a fight, one paw is misshaped, but it isn't a set-back.
And her eyes--what beautiful things they are. They are the eyes of a true wolf: gold, and filled with the hopes and desires that each wolf should have. They are almond in shape, and seem to be in exactly the right proportion with the rest of her face. Deep within the gold are flecks of several other colors: browns, both dark and light, touches of green here or there, and black, just a single fleck of black near the center of her left eye.
And that is it. A wolf, nothing more, nothing less.
Personality:
How could something so beautiful on the outside be so ugly on the inside?
This is the question asked by many who meet this wolf. Even as a pup she dark, and now it is even worse. She is sinful and lustful, calling out to males but never loving them. She seems to care only about herself, even though she is in a pack. But how else would a wolf survive without a pack? Aguta knows this, because she is deviously smart; so knows the only way to survive is with a pack, no matter how much you loathe them.
There are however, some nicer qualities about her. No matter what, she could never harm a pup; she considers them innocent, untouched by the darkness and hate of the world. But as soon as those pups mature, they are free for the killing. Oh yes, Aguta loves nothing but the blood of her enemies, but almost never of the blood of her packmates. She could never explain it and she still can't.
Past:
Oh those times; how could we forget?
Aguta was born in a land far away, where snow touched the ground each and every day, and darkness succumbed the sky for more than half the year. It was a place without a name, for it was as barren as it was cold. Wolves were about its only occupants, including her parents. They had names, but they are of no matter here; they had a single pup, whom they called Aguta. Now Aguta in their language, meant gatherer of the dead. Only pups born with sins could be called such a name, and Aguta truly was.
She was hated by her parents, so left in that land to survive by herself. For a while she did, teaching herself to hunt the creatures that dare roam in that god forsaken place. She was young then, and foolish; she met up with another pup, who's parents had been slaughtered by humans. He had no name, so Aguta promptly named him Nameless. It was a cruel name, but Aguta was indeed cruel.
Together the two survived for a while, until famine struck. Aguta grew hungry and weak; blinded by this, she killed Nameless, thinking him a meal while the two had separated to find food. In a way she had loved him like a brother, but it was because of that death that she learned never to be afraid of it. She decided to move on, for she knew that her kind were thriving elsewhere. She took one look at the packs before settling as a rogue.
Upon wandering into the Forcebreeding lands. She irritated a wolf named Prince. He attacked her, badly hurting her and then mating with her.
She is now stuck with puppies growing inside her, one of the pups is black and as evil as Prince.
Age: 30 moons
Gender: Female
Pack: None
Rank: Rogue
Looks:
Beauty.
That one word that describes her. Just a single glance and you are under her spell. A pelt of ashen gray covers her slim and muscular body, tinged with a darker black and a soft dark undercoat. During the long summer her coat is short, so to keep herself cool and allow the sweat to roll down without a problem. But when it's cold, her coat grows thick and beautiful, so the cold winter chill will stay clear away from her already cold heart.
After a fight, one paw is misshaped, but it isn't a set-back.
And her eyes--what beautiful things they are. They are the eyes of a true wolf: gold, and filled with the hopes and desires that each wolf should have. They are almond in shape, and seem to be in exactly the right proportion with the rest of her face. Deep within the gold are flecks of several other colors: browns, both dark and light, touches of green here or there, and black, just a single fleck of black near the center of her left eye.
And that is it. A wolf, nothing more, nothing less.
Personality:
How could something so beautiful on the outside be so ugly on the inside?
This is the question asked by many who meet this wolf. Even as a pup she dark, and now it is even worse. She is sinful and lustful, calling out to males but never loving them. She seems to care only about herself, even though she is in a pack. But how else would a wolf survive without a pack? Aguta knows this, because she is deviously smart; so knows the only way to survive is with a pack, no matter how much you loathe them.
There are however, some nicer qualities about her. No matter what, she could never harm a pup; she considers them innocent, untouched by the darkness and hate of the world. But as soon as those pups mature, they are free for the killing. Oh yes, Aguta loves nothing but the blood of her enemies, but almost never of the blood of her packmates. She could never explain it and she still can't.
Past:
Oh those times; how could we forget?
Aguta was born in a land far away, where snow touched the ground each and every day, and darkness succumbed the sky for more than half the year. It was a place without a name, for it was as barren as it was cold. Wolves were about its only occupants, including her parents. They had names, but they are of no matter here; they had a single pup, whom they called Aguta. Now Aguta in their language, meant gatherer of the dead. Only pups born with sins could be called such a name, and Aguta truly was.
She was hated by her parents, so left in that land to survive by herself. For a while she did, teaching herself to hunt the creatures that dare roam in that god forsaken place. She was young then, and foolish; she met up with another pup, who's parents had been slaughtered by humans. He had no name, so Aguta promptly named him Nameless. It was a cruel name, but Aguta was indeed cruel.
Together the two survived for a while, until famine struck. Aguta grew hungry and weak; blinded by this, she killed Nameless, thinking him a meal while the two had separated to find food. In a way she had loved him like a brother, but it was because of that death that she learned never to be afraid of it. She decided to move on, for she knew that her kind were thriving elsewhere. She took one look at the packs before settling as a rogue.
Upon wandering into the Forcebreeding lands. She irritated a wolf named Prince. He attacked her, badly hurting her and then mating with her.
She is now stuck with puppies growing inside her, one of the pups is black and as evil as Prince.
