Post by Wren on Aug 4, 2013 7:32:15 GMT -5
Name: Wren Dailencourt.
Gender: Female.
Age: Two and a half
Breed: Timberwolf (Canadian Gray wolf, exactly.)
Height: 3.4 ft
Weight: 128lbs.
Length: 4.6 ft
Weaknesses:
• Has a radical fear of being alone, to the point that if she is alone for longer then twenty minutes; paranoia that she has been abandoned begins to sink in.
• Deep intimacy issues, thinks she is unworthy of being cared about and loved. Because of her paranoia. She hides behind layers and walls. Trying to convince herself and anyone who tries to get close that she isn’t good enough.
• Has twitches from surviving Distemper (virus has shed her body and is now dormant.), likely the source of her neurological paranoia. Also is prone to extreme mood swings. From being blunt and saying what she shouldn’t to being withdrawn. Withdrawing plays into her radical fear of being alone. A vicious cycle.
• Fear attacker/biter. All animals defend themselves when they feel cornered. Wren is known to lash out just because someone physically came too close.
• Terrified of deep pools of water, she almost drowned as a pup crossing a river.
Strengths:
• Fiercely loyal. Wren’s loyalty is like her love. It is not easily attainable. When one does have it, they become the center of her world and nothing and no one better try to tear that away or they are going to witness a rabid wolf.
• Is an exceptional tracker, both of her parents where excellent trackers when they had been in a pack. Can track a trail three days old.
• Stamina-- she may not be the fastest when it comes to running but what she lacks in speed, she makes up for in her ability to keep going. The will to carry on in a fight and the drive survive.
• Sly-- is the wolf that is looked to, to lead prey or enemies into a trap. She has no problems with being the decoy. She plays off her weaknesses and uses them to appear harmless. When she is in fact a threat.
• Unafraid to do dirty jobs—Wren is not afraid of doing something immoral or questionable for the benefit of the greater good. While it might be bad in the short run, she can see the purpose in the grand scheme of things.
Desired Rank: The rank that her alpha assigns.
Appearance: Wren is decent sized wolf; her coloring is that of ash, mottled with black and white. With a dense coat of wiry fur. Across the bridge of her muzzle, travelling upwards between her eyes is a large swirling pattern of black and gray. Fur of white surrounding this area of her face, gives the impression she was wearing a mask. Hues of brilliant jade, mimicking the forest’ canopy. Are heavily rimmed in black. It looked as if someone had taken black kohl liner and ringed her eyes like a raccoon. Soft and smudged along the bottom of her eyes. Against a tree’s gray bark she blends in effortlessly. The early morning’s twilight and night’s dusk are the hours when she has a near ghost like quality. When the soft mists of morning and the fog of night creep into the forest. She becomes a wraith within the forest. Her muscles strong and fluid under her ashen pelt. Pointed ears are line in black, the same way as her eyes where rimmed. Wren’s right ear has a fairly decent twitch from distemper. In that ear, the muscle control is lost. So it twitches several times an hour. Beyond her control and much to her dismal. The underside of Wren’s pelt is white and gray blending together in a chalk like color, her legs long. Paw pads thickened from distemper.
Persona: Sly|Insane|Survivor
Past:
It was summer when she was born, in a mountainous den. The territory her parents had claimed was rocky and dangerous, she was born in a time of famine. The summer’s heat that year was much too hot; prey was hard to be found, as wildfires would break out often in the valley below. Lieaski would not budge from her den, she made Kion endure the summer that took the life of two out of three pups. Leaving only little Wren.
They called her Wren as a nickname due to her runt size at birth, and her fascination for the small bold little songbirds. Soon as she could leave the den she was always sitting under the awning of the forest canopy to watch the little things. Sometimes she would try to play with them. But they always flew away. Her birth name she has long since forgotten. Only going by the name she had always been affectionately called.
Months would pass into a year. It was when she was just a little over a year old that she fell ill with a strange disease that was running out of control through the forest. Distemper was deadly to canines; it killed most of those who came in contact with and those who survived, their lives where altered forever. It wreaked havoc upon their bodies. Sometimes they may also be left with permanent brain and nerve damage, and these symptoms also may not show up until years later.
In the winter just before she had turned two. Her parents and herself had expanded their range as the cold clutches of winter began to set into the mountains. Bringing with it the biting cold and heavy snow. It was with the winter snow that while out on a scouting adventure, learning how to track game efficiently across the frozen mountains did Wren encounter a wolf that would become the nightmare that haunts her dreams.
Her mother’s teachings of always look beneath the skin. Went ignored as she made friends with this wolf. Unknowing that the wolf was sick, so very sick; He carried rabies. Her mother missed the tell tale signs of the disease in its early stages, merely thinking the young wolf odd. That was…until the night he snapped.
Piashi had been the white wolf that sent the world of Wren, reeling out of control. The girl had a crush on the older male wolf but never disclosed it to him, until a night when the moon above was waning crescent.
“Piashi..I have something to tell you” she began as he laid on a rock, basking in the glow of the moon. There was silence from Piashi and a frown tugged on her mouth ”Piashi..I like“ she began but was cut off by a growl. She’d glance up and there was Piashi, foaming at the mouth and snarling at her. ”Run Wren…Run” he barked at her. He had known he was sick for a long time, he knew and never told anyone out of fear of rejection. Knowing if he did Kion would have killed him for endangering his family. And just now as she had been professing her love he was snarling at her to run. Wren stared wide-eyed at him having never in her short years seen a wolf with rabies. ”Damnit girl I said run” as he pawed at the ground and then lunged at her, jaws snapping, without warning.
Wren balked in fear. Why was he snapping at her and what why was he foaming at the mouth? Was he sick?
Fortunately Lieaski had not been far away. She had been waiting in the wings so to speak. Wren had told her she was going to tell Piashi how she felt. Being the mother she was, Lieaski decided she needed to be there just in case her daughters feelings where not returned. But this…this was worse. It was something devastating. As any parent would protect their child, Lieaski would put herself between her daughter and the rabid wolf. Tumbling through the brush, snarling as the pair circled each other.
The white wolf would lunge for Wren once more, jaws snapping as her heavy paw smacked at his face. Her little gray face turned into a she-devil. ”Wren, go find your father…now Lieaski growled low in her chest. The deep growl from her chest, that left no room for argument.
Coming up behind Piashi, snapping at his tail with powerful jaws to try and drag the wolf away. Wren never in her life disobeyed her mother, most certainly not now. Not knowing Kion was trapped in a hunter's trap, as Lieaski would fight a losing battle with Piashi.
Wren never would find her father, by the time she returned to her mother’s side. The white wolf was gone and her mother laid dead on the ground. Reality spun for the almost two year old. Her pack…her family was dead. She made a solemn vow that her pack would live on through her.
Kin: Lieaski (mother, deceased) Kion(father, believed deceased) Fen and Reed (twin brothers, deceased at two days old)
Crush: None
Mate: None
Discovered:Link from Swords Of Speriling
Key Words: Joining keys have been removed to ensure the fair joining of other future members - Beta Fell
Example Post:
Control, inhale then exhale. Eyes of translucent jade peered through the dense forest; birds chirped in the trees, squirrels climbed from branch to branch chasing one another. Squabbling over the acorns that fell from the trees. The mid-afternoon light filters through the canopy, softening the strength of those strong rays of light. A twitch of her right ear, nearby a stream ran through these woods. Playfully skipping over the rocks and singing to those who would listen. Wren crouched down low, pawing the ground as she felt the earth under her feet. She was one with the earth and the sky.
A whitetail deer lifts it head from eating a small patch of soft moss. Wide brown eyes look about, nervous as she thought there was a predator. Wren stood still, counting her breaths and the beats between her heart. Foolishly trying to bring a deer down by herself. The mottled gray wolf had survived by traveling with lone wolves and hunting with them for a while. But she always withdrawls when they brought up the subject of becoming mates. It wasn’t that she did not want one; it was she knew she wasn’t good enough. Who would want a mate that was damaged? Who was worthless, who was cursed, as she viewed her self. She blamed herself over the death of her parents and the white wolf that haunted her dreams. Made her distrustful of other white wolves.
Near pearlescent teeth shown as she would leap over the fallen log she had been crouching behind. The wind pushed her pelt back, flowing over her like loving arms as she sailed through the air. In an attempt to land on the does back.
”Mmmmppphhh” she sighed as she hit the dirt and the deer took off, a crinkle of her muzzle. So much for that idea, because there went lunch; leaping and bounding off into the forest, her white flag of a tail raised to alert the other animals. ”I wasn’t that hungry anyway” she said aloud, talking to herself. Not that anyone could hear her. She was fairly certain she was alone.
She’d lie there on the forest floor, laying her head down on outstretched paws. Thinking silently to herself ”Maybe I should have taken that last fella up on his offer” The forest was quiet for the moment, all except the river’s voice. Beckoning Wren to come to the edge and have a nice long drink. To escape the summer’s heat, softly whispering for her to leave the damp silt laden bank and dip into her cool waters.
Huffing as she raised her head. Having nothing better to do with her time, then to roam and hunt. Wren figured a drink of water could not hurt. After all she was awfully thirsty and she had not came across any other lone wolves or packs in a while. She knew that she could go two weeks without eating before hunting was truly essential for survival and a large deer was enough to feed her for days.
”Pity there are no others around” she comments to herself, this was such a lovely place. For a moment she contemplated making it her own, but whom would she share it with she asks her self. Long had she travelled to reach this spot only to find it unclaimed? Sitting down at the water’s edge she stared down into the water a moment, her reflection staring back.
”What are you looking at” she snarled at herself, closing those jade green eyes as her tongue extends, lapping at the cool water. Her whiskers getting lightly damp, as did the bottom of her muzzle. When she had drunk her fill, she raises her head only to meet a pair of eyes. ”Who are you?” She asked, sudden panic welling up. Had she trespassed? Was she unwelcome? Did she have to fight? Her fate was now hanging in the air.
Gender: Female.
Age: Two and a half
Breed: Timberwolf (Canadian Gray wolf, exactly.)
Height: 3.4 ft
Weight: 128lbs.
Length: 4.6 ft
Weaknesses:
• Has a radical fear of being alone, to the point that if she is alone for longer then twenty minutes; paranoia that she has been abandoned begins to sink in.
• Deep intimacy issues, thinks she is unworthy of being cared about and loved. Because of her paranoia. She hides behind layers and walls. Trying to convince herself and anyone who tries to get close that she isn’t good enough.
• Has twitches from surviving Distemper (virus has shed her body and is now dormant.), likely the source of her neurological paranoia. Also is prone to extreme mood swings. From being blunt and saying what she shouldn’t to being withdrawn. Withdrawing plays into her radical fear of being alone. A vicious cycle.
• Fear attacker/biter. All animals defend themselves when they feel cornered. Wren is known to lash out just because someone physically came too close.
• Terrified of deep pools of water, she almost drowned as a pup crossing a river.
Strengths:
• Fiercely loyal. Wren’s loyalty is like her love. It is not easily attainable. When one does have it, they become the center of her world and nothing and no one better try to tear that away or they are going to witness a rabid wolf.
• Is an exceptional tracker, both of her parents where excellent trackers when they had been in a pack. Can track a trail three days old.
• Stamina-- she may not be the fastest when it comes to running but what she lacks in speed, she makes up for in her ability to keep going. The will to carry on in a fight and the drive survive.
• Sly-- is the wolf that is looked to, to lead prey or enemies into a trap. She has no problems with being the decoy. She plays off her weaknesses and uses them to appear harmless. When she is in fact a threat.
• Unafraid to do dirty jobs—Wren is not afraid of doing something immoral or questionable for the benefit of the greater good. While it might be bad in the short run, she can see the purpose in the grand scheme of things.
Desired Rank: The rank that her alpha assigns.
Appearance: Wren is decent sized wolf; her coloring is that of ash, mottled with black and white. With a dense coat of wiry fur. Across the bridge of her muzzle, travelling upwards between her eyes is a large swirling pattern of black and gray. Fur of white surrounding this area of her face, gives the impression she was wearing a mask. Hues of brilliant jade, mimicking the forest’ canopy. Are heavily rimmed in black. It looked as if someone had taken black kohl liner and ringed her eyes like a raccoon. Soft and smudged along the bottom of her eyes. Against a tree’s gray bark she blends in effortlessly. The early morning’s twilight and night’s dusk are the hours when she has a near ghost like quality. When the soft mists of morning and the fog of night creep into the forest. She becomes a wraith within the forest. Her muscles strong and fluid under her ashen pelt. Pointed ears are line in black, the same way as her eyes where rimmed. Wren’s right ear has a fairly decent twitch from distemper. In that ear, the muscle control is lost. So it twitches several times an hour. Beyond her control and much to her dismal. The underside of Wren’s pelt is white and gray blending together in a chalk like color, her legs long. Paw pads thickened from distemper.
Persona: Sly|Insane|Survivor
Past:
It was summer when she was born, in a mountainous den. The territory her parents had claimed was rocky and dangerous, she was born in a time of famine. The summer’s heat that year was much too hot; prey was hard to be found, as wildfires would break out often in the valley below. Lieaski would not budge from her den, she made Kion endure the summer that took the life of two out of three pups. Leaving only little Wren.
They called her Wren as a nickname due to her runt size at birth, and her fascination for the small bold little songbirds. Soon as she could leave the den she was always sitting under the awning of the forest canopy to watch the little things. Sometimes she would try to play with them. But they always flew away. Her birth name she has long since forgotten. Only going by the name she had always been affectionately called.
Months would pass into a year. It was when she was just a little over a year old that she fell ill with a strange disease that was running out of control through the forest. Distemper was deadly to canines; it killed most of those who came in contact with and those who survived, their lives where altered forever. It wreaked havoc upon their bodies. Sometimes they may also be left with permanent brain and nerve damage, and these symptoms also may not show up until years later.
In the winter just before she had turned two. Her parents and herself had expanded their range as the cold clutches of winter began to set into the mountains. Bringing with it the biting cold and heavy snow. It was with the winter snow that while out on a scouting adventure, learning how to track game efficiently across the frozen mountains did Wren encounter a wolf that would become the nightmare that haunts her dreams.
Her mother’s teachings of always look beneath the skin. Went ignored as she made friends with this wolf. Unknowing that the wolf was sick, so very sick; He carried rabies. Her mother missed the tell tale signs of the disease in its early stages, merely thinking the young wolf odd. That was…until the night he snapped.
Piashi had been the white wolf that sent the world of Wren, reeling out of control. The girl had a crush on the older male wolf but never disclosed it to him, until a night when the moon above was waning crescent.
“Piashi..I have something to tell you” she began as he laid on a rock, basking in the glow of the moon. There was silence from Piashi and a frown tugged on her mouth ”Piashi..I like“ she began but was cut off by a growl. She’d glance up and there was Piashi, foaming at the mouth and snarling at her. ”Run Wren…Run” he barked at her. He had known he was sick for a long time, he knew and never told anyone out of fear of rejection. Knowing if he did Kion would have killed him for endangering his family. And just now as she had been professing her love he was snarling at her to run. Wren stared wide-eyed at him having never in her short years seen a wolf with rabies. ”Damnit girl I said run” as he pawed at the ground and then lunged at her, jaws snapping, without warning.
Wren balked in fear. Why was he snapping at her and what why was he foaming at the mouth? Was he sick?
Fortunately Lieaski had not been far away. She had been waiting in the wings so to speak. Wren had told her she was going to tell Piashi how she felt. Being the mother she was, Lieaski decided she needed to be there just in case her daughters feelings where not returned. But this…this was worse. It was something devastating. As any parent would protect their child, Lieaski would put herself between her daughter and the rabid wolf. Tumbling through the brush, snarling as the pair circled each other.
The white wolf would lunge for Wren once more, jaws snapping as her heavy paw smacked at his face. Her little gray face turned into a she-devil. ”Wren, go find your father…now Lieaski growled low in her chest. The deep growl from her chest, that left no room for argument.
Coming up behind Piashi, snapping at his tail with powerful jaws to try and drag the wolf away. Wren never in her life disobeyed her mother, most certainly not now. Not knowing Kion was trapped in a hunter's trap, as Lieaski would fight a losing battle with Piashi.
Wren never would find her father, by the time she returned to her mother’s side. The white wolf was gone and her mother laid dead on the ground. Reality spun for the almost two year old. Her pack…her family was dead. She made a solemn vow that her pack would live on through her.
Kin: Lieaski (mother, deceased) Kion(father, believed deceased) Fen and Reed (twin brothers, deceased at two days old)
Crush: None
Mate: None
Discovered:Link from Swords Of Speriling
Key Words: Joining keys have been removed to ensure the fair joining of other future members - Beta Fell
Example Post:
Control, inhale then exhale. Eyes of translucent jade peered through the dense forest; birds chirped in the trees, squirrels climbed from branch to branch chasing one another. Squabbling over the acorns that fell from the trees. The mid-afternoon light filters through the canopy, softening the strength of those strong rays of light. A twitch of her right ear, nearby a stream ran through these woods. Playfully skipping over the rocks and singing to those who would listen. Wren crouched down low, pawing the ground as she felt the earth under her feet. She was one with the earth and the sky.
A whitetail deer lifts it head from eating a small patch of soft moss. Wide brown eyes look about, nervous as she thought there was a predator. Wren stood still, counting her breaths and the beats between her heart. Foolishly trying to bring a deer down by herself. The mottled gray wolf had survived by traveling with lone wolves and hunting with them for a while. But she always withdrawls when they brought up the subject of becoming mates. It wasn’t that she did not want one; it was she knew she wasn’t good enough. Who would want a mate that was damaged? Who was worthless, who was cursed, as she viewed her self. She blamed herself over the death of her parents and the white wolf that haunted her dreams. Made her distrustful of other white wolves.
Near pearlescent teeth shown as she would leap over the fallen log she had been crouching behind. The wind pushed her pelt back, flowing over her like loving arms as she sailed through the air. In an attempt to land on the does back.
”Mmmmppphhh” she sighed as she hit the dirt and the deer took off, a crinkle of her muzzle. So much for that idea, because there went lunch; leaping and bounding off into the forest, her white flag of a tail raised to alert the other animals. ”I wasn’t that hungry anyway” she said aloud, talking to herself. Not that anyone could hear her. She was fairly certain she was alone.
She’d lie there on the forest floor, laying her head down on outstretched paws. Thinking silently to herself ”Maybe I should have taken that last fella up on his offer” The forest was quiet for the moment, all except the river’s voice. Beckoning Wren to come to the edge and have a nice long drink. To escape the summer’s heat, softly whispering for her to leave the damp silt laden bank and dip into her cool waters.
Huffing as she raised her head. Having nothing better to do with her time, then to roam and hunt. Wren figured a drink of water could not hurt. After all she was awfully thirsty and she had not came across any other lone wolves or packs in a while. She knew that she could go two weeks without eating before hunting was truly essential for survival and a large deer was enough to feed her for days.
”Pity there are no others around” she comments to herself, this was such a lovely place. For a moment she contemplated making it her own, but whom would she share it with she asks her self. Long had she travelled to reach this spot only to find it unclaimed? Sitting down at the water’s edge she stared down into the water a moment, her reflection staring back.
”What are you looking at” she snarled at herself, closing those jade green eyes as her tongue extends, lapping at the cool water. Her whiskers getting lightly damp, as did the bottom of her muzzle. When she had drunk her fill, she raises her head only to meet a pair of eyes. ”Who are you?” She asked, sudden panic welling up. Had she trespassed? Was she unwelcome? Did she have to fight? Her fate was now hanging in the air.
