Post by solyss on Mar 23, 2008 10:50:00 GMT -5
Full Name: Solace
Nickname: Sol
Breed: Grey wolf
Height: 33 inches
Gender: Female
Appearance: Upon first glance, one may assume that she had far fewer years than what reality holds. Due to her poor early nourishment, her growth was heavily stunted. She has retained the frame of a thin wolf at nearly two years of age, with long, slim legs and a streamlined frame. Upon further inspection, her physique becomes more evident. She is draped with heavy musculature, long strands of sinew flexing between her joints, comprising most of her entire mass. Her meager fat reserves line her core, concealing her ribs and chest with a protecting, warm covering. Her pelt is thick, but shorter than the average wolf, painted a rich hue of copper with cream accents upon her face and belly. Her right eye is a clear, striking gold, whilst her left eye has been clouded in a film of cataracts, disabling her sight. Her body is attuned to the mode of strict survival. She has utmost control of her hunger urges, and has proven herself successful at conserving energy. Thus, she has great endurance at pressing speeds, and can last many days without food.
Age: 4 years
Personality: The name, Solace both fits her personality, and rubs against the grain. In normal terms, she comes across as being very serene, quiet, and content. This is derived from her conservation of energy, not wasting breath of much in terms of conversation. She speaks mostly through subtle body language. She holds the air of great calm, but a glance into her topaz eye may reveal the inner storm. Her mind is always at work, tracing the fasted pathways to a destination, the quickest route to her prey, or the best path to lose an enemy. She thinks through every minute muscle flinch of a fight, through every breath of the hunt, and every detail of her encounters. The process of her thinking has been boiled down to split seconds. She rarely has an ill temper, but will not often warn verbally that she is becoming irritated. It is best to stay on her neutral side, as she never takes a liking to any creature, but her angered side is not something to toy with.
Some may find an oddity about her behavior. She often seems to be intently listening, though her ears are not searching. With the lacking in her depth perception she has picked up traces of other traits. She has become very sensitive to the currents of air and static that shifts with each movement of a creature. She will slow her breathing, and cease her movement in order to trace the disturbance of the air in terms of its heat, and the charge that might be put off by another being. Each twitch will send signals with even the most stoic breeze, and she can move into the appropriate action from there. Such sensitivity has proven useful when she is found in a fight, but it torments her senses in the normal setting of daily life. A simple bird chirping or flapping its wings pierces her nerves, although she never shows the torment through her façade.
History: Hers is not a story of tragedy and loss. It is a story of life, death, and the incessant need to survive. It begins ten months, eighteen days, and two hours before her birth, along the border of Mount Sairo, a dormant volcano surrounded by ceaseless foliage. The territory of her birth pack was secluded to the banks of the quiet volcano; one step into the forest provoked the hostile bordering packs into aggression due to years of battle between the two, overflowing groups. Her pack consisted only of her mother and father, content to live within the shadow of the sleeping mountain. Food was sparse, but provided enough for the young pair; most grazing creatures were lulled to the mountain due to the lush grasses rooting from the soft, fertile ash beneath. It seemed timely to expand their numbers with a litter of pups, but nature plays her creatures for fools sometimes.
The caustic ash began in a choking cloud above the mountain, raining heavily into the surrounding areas. The pair of wolves made due with their blackened territory by taking refuge within the caves that served as their secluded den. In this way they stayed for some time, the male venturing out in attempts to find food as his mate’s stomach grew large, as well as her appetite. His ventures began to infiltrate the border of trees, allowing him to snatch small rodents and unlucky birds. On the day of the pups’ birth, the male wolf returned with one rabbit and a small squirrel, hardly enough to sate his mate’s hunger. However, the small rations of food did not discontinue with the effort that he took in his duty.
The pups grew, slowly, only one of the four fell to starvation in the first two months. The three that remained were two females, and one male, slowly sapping their mother of energy. Their mother continued to feed them for three more months, growing thin and weary. Their father had barely the energy to hunt, having offered most of his finding to his mate. But, it was the pups that suffered most, especially when their mother ran dry of the substance that gave them life. Now, both parents took to the venture of hunting, returning to the hungry mouths of their children with continually smaller amounts. Weeks would pass without food, so one scrap of meat became the center of every creature’s attention. In the ruthless fight for food, one sister fell to the flailing of her desperate siblings, and thus became yet another meager ration for the group.
At one year, two months, and seven days of age, the two surviving siblings found themselves alone. Their parents had wandered out to hunt, apparently ending up in the wrong place within the bordering pack, who was also struggling. The pair did not return. Now without boundary, the siblings snuck out into the forest, snatching small game here and there, fighting over meat just the same. In one heated dispute for a mouse after two weeks, the siblings were left with deep scars; the female lost the function her left eye, the male suffered damage to the sensory organs in his muzzle. After that dispute, the two took off their separate ways, weaving silently to the outside world.
Solace, the lone female, found her way to a gaping terrain of opened plains, inhabited by smaller, less hostile packs. She took residence in one such pack, taking advantage of the large stores of food produced by the group. Soon, however, she continued on, discontent with the placid setting. Thus, she has found herself here, at three years, five months, and thirteen days of age.
Picture:
Master, Slave, or Free-Roaming? Free-roaming
Nickname: Sol
Breed: Grey wolf
Height: 33 inches
Gender: Female
Appearance: Upon first glance, one may assume that she had far fewer years than what reality holds. Due to her poor early nourishment, her growth was heavily stunted. She has retained the frame of a thin wolf at nearly two years of age, with long, slim legs and a streamlined frame. Upon further inspection, her physique becomes more evident. She is draped with heavy musculature, long strands of sinew flexing between her joints, comprising most of her entire mass. Her meager fat reserves line her core, concealing her ribs and chest with a protecting, warm covering. Her pelt is thick, but shorter than the average wolf, painted a rich hue of copper with cream accents upon her face and belly. Her right eye is a clear, striking gold, whilst her left eye has been clouded in a film of cataracts, disabling her sight. Her body is attuned to the mode of strict survival. She has utmost control of her hunger urges, and has proven herself successful at conserving energy. Thus, she has great endurance at pressing speeds, and can last many days without food.
Age: 4 years
Personality: The name, Solace both fits her personality, and rubs against the grain. In normal terms, she comes across as being very serene, quiet, and content. This is derived from her conservation of energy, not wasting breath of much in terms of conversation. She speaks mostly through subtle body language. She holds the air of great calm, but a glance into her topaz eye may reveal the inner storm. Her mind is always at work, tracing the fasted pathways to a destination, the quickest route to her prey, or the best path to lose an enemy. She thinks through every minute muscle flinch of a fight, through every breath of the hunt, and every detail of her encounters. The process of her thinking has been boiled down to split seconds. She rarely has an ill temper, but will not often warn verbally that she is becoming irritated. It is best to stay on her neutral side, as she never takes a liking to any creature, but her angered side is not something to toy with.
Some may find an oddity about her behavior. She often seems to be intently listening, though her ears are not searching. With the lacking in her depth perception she has picked up traces of other traits. She has become very sensitive to the currents of air and static that shifts with each movement of a creature. She will slow her breathing, and cease her movement in order to trace the disturbance of the air in terms of its heat, and the charge that might be put off by another being. Each twitch will send signals with even the most stoic breeze, and she can move into the appropriate action from there. Such sensitivity has proven useful when she is found in a fight, but it torments her senses in the normal setting of daily life. A simple bird chirping or flapping its wings pierces her nerves, although she never shows the torment through her façade.
History: Hers is not a story of tragedy and loss. It is a story of life, death, and the incessant need to survive. It begins ten months, eighteen days, and two hours before her birth, along the border of Mount Sairo, a dormant volcano surrounded by ceaseless foliage. The territory of her birth pack was secluded to the banks of the quiet volcano; one step into the forest provoked the hostile bordering packs into aggression due to years of battle between the two, overflowing groups. Her pack consisted only of her mother and father, content to live within the shadow of the sleeping mountain. Food was sparse, but provided enough for the young pair; most grazing creatures were lulled to the mountain due to the lush grasses rooting from the soft, fertile ash beneath. It seemed timely to expand their numbers with a litter of pups, but nature plays her creatures for fools sometimes.
The caustic ash began in a choking cloud above the mountain, raining heavily into the surrounding areas. The pair of wolves made due with their blackened territory by taking refuge within the caves that served as their secluded den. In this way they stayed for some time, the male venturing out in attempts to find food as his mate’s stomach grew large, as well as her appetite. His ventures began to infiltrate the border of trees, allowing him to snatch small rodents and unlucky birds. On the day of the pups’ birth, the male wolf returned with one rabbit and a small squirrel, hardly enough to sate his mate’s hunger. However, the small rations of food did not discontinue with the effort that he took in his duty.
The pups grew, slowly, only one of the four fell to starvation in the first two months. The three that remained were two females, and one male, slowly sapping their mother of energy. Their mother continued to feed them for three more months, growing thin and weary. Their father had barely the energy to hunt, having offered most of his finding to his mate. But, it was the pups that suffered most, especially when their mother ran dry of the substance that gave them life. Now, both parents took to the venture of hunting, returning to the hungry mouths of their children with continually smaller amounts. Weeks would pass without food, so one scrap of meat became the center of every creature’s attention. In the ruthless fight for food, one sister fell to the flailing of her desperate siblings, and thus became yet another meager ration for the group.
At one year, two months, and seven days of age, the two surviving siblings found themselves alone. Their parents had wandered out to hunt, apparently ending up in the wrong place within the bordering pack, who was also struggling. The pair did not return. Now without boundary, the siblings snuck out into the forest, snatching small game here and there, fighting over meat just the same. In one heated dispute for a mouse after two weeks, the siblings were left with deep scars; the female lost the function her left eye, the male suffered damage to the sensory organs in his muzzle. After that dispute, the two took off their separate ways, weaving silently to the outside world.
Solace, the lone female, found her way to a gaping terrain of opened plains, inhabited by smaller, less hostile packs. She took residence in one such pack, taking advantage of the large stores of food produced by the group. Soon, however, she continued on, discontent with the placid setting. Thus, she has found herself here, at three years, five months, and thirteen days of age.
Picture:
Master, Slave, or Free-Roaming? Free-roaming
