Post by Kairis on Feb 13, 2011 19:04:53 GMT -5
Below are my original characters that have migrated from the old site. Please note that there are certain traits and characteristics that might have been changed or updated so that all wolves are more unique and better adapted for Impulse =]
Gender: female
Strengths: stunning looks, soft and gentle personality, independent, caring, and can easily hide emotions
Weaknesses: gentle personality, is too willing to believe others love her, often gives too much with nothing in return, is frenquently overwhelmed with lonliness.
apperance: Kairis is your ordinary grey wolf but was born with a stunning white coat. It apears to be white but if you look closely it is streaked with silver to give it an almost metallic glow. Her coat is nice and thick so in winter she looks like a big fluffball when she curls up to sleep. Kairis's eyes are a viberant green tinted with black and amber. Some say your could practically look into her soul because of her outstanding eyes. Her gait is long and flowing making it appear to be graceful which she is to say the least. The she wolf is long legged and taller than most females but has a wide chest so that she is not an ivalid and can easily hunt on her own. Kairis can easily keep up with most wolves and any deer. she has sharp teeth with short, but sharp black talon like claws that extend from her catlike feet which are almost perfectly tight and round giving the wolf a clean and royal look to her. Kairis also has a black nose and the rims of her lips are colored black so often when she moves her muzzle it gives off the appearance like she is smiling at you, which she just might be.
Personality: Kairis is a very loyal wolf and a wonderful friend to anyone. She is quite active and loves to run if she could she would run all day and all night. The she wolf believes that running is one of the only ways to escape the facts of reality and she finds it easy to get away from her troubles as she runs for mil;es with no destination planned out. Sadly she doesnt have a pack anymore and her friends all have left her, she travels alone but tries to not let that fact put a dampening on her mood.. Kairis adores winter since she loves the look of the untouched crystal like ice creating a blanket on the fields of her home. Often times Kairis can be tempermental and have serious episodes where she will open up to no one is and will attack anyone who is in her space. Those are very rare occasions though, and she does her best to push all her bad thoughts and actions away and open up to friendship and love. She is a very approachable wolf as her tail practically never stops wagging her her bueaty is often a beacon to others that draws them in like bees to honey.
There of course is the other side to her too. The unseen and emotionally harmed she wolf that resides inside a battled and bruised frame, the one that she keeps well hidden from the rest of the world. Kairis is not all happy and easy going. Having many bad experiences in her life has caused the gentle wolf to tend to keep to herself and be wary to trust strangers. Her heart has been broken too many times to count and everytime Kairis meets the one this thinks could be it, the male rips her fragile heart in two and continues on. the female has just come to conclusion that she is weak and needs to stop wearing her heart on her sleeve so to speak and to keep what is left of it locked down deep within the darkness of her chest.
History: Kairis was born with two other brothers. Her parents were the leaders of the pack and were so proud of their only daughter. She was healthy and happy while growing up and loved to learn new things. One day when she was older these tree lone wolves came into the pack and Kairis had a bad feeling about them, but everyone thought she was just silly. Her father and the male renivade became close friends and eventually Kairis's father told Renivade that if something was to happen to him, he was to become leader.A couple of months went by and one day Kairis came back from hunting with her brothers. They went to htheir den while she took the food to the pile where they left it. She then witnessed Renivade push her father over the cliff. She was shocked and ran to go get her brothers and mother when the other two lone wolves stopped her. They said if they ever saw Kairis around theses parts again they would kill her. So she left.
After years of travel, Kairis has encountered some of the most heartbreaking stories and she herself has healed many strangers hearts as she didn't mind keeping them company. Surprisingly the stunning white wolf does not have any pups or a pack since she has not met a loyal wolf to begin with. they all use her and then leave making Kairis start to wonder if she has some sort of problem that others cant deal with. At this moment you could probably find her lounging under a broad leafed tree dozing in the heat of the day, enjoying life while it lasts and trying to figure of some of the biggest questions in life.
Age: 4
gender: female
Strengths: size, pain tolerance, hard alpha additude, loyalty
Weaknesses: does open up easily to anyone but her mate, no bueaty, is often considered rude and bitchy when she tries to make friends, has a weak spot for young wolf cubs, suffers from past neglect.
Appearance: Penzy is a big and broad lupine. Her coat is thick and coarse making it well suitable to the dynamic changing wheather of the land. Its base color is a grey with highlights of dark brown streaking across the surface making it all unique but bland at the same time. She doesn't seem to mind though as looks are not a big thing for her, if they were Penzy would be one dissapointed wolf as she really has not much for feminine qualities and is battle scarred. Her right ear has a fair size nick out of it from a short fox encounter early on when she founded her packland Sarcina.
Personality: She is through and through probably one of the safest and most loyal pack leaders one can have. the female does not like to brag but takes her job seriously of claiming and keeping care of Sarcina. S much that when her original mate Keelle bailed on her, Penzy suffered through one entire year without any help as a female to keep bordering packs and and loners from taking her land. It was a hard job and she even surprised herself that she managed to live though the whole ordeal. Penzy is a tough wolf to get to know, she will not hesitate to put anyone in their spot and quickly assingn jobs for you to do. She takes shit from no one but will deal it out if she has a problem with something.
She is not always like that though, as her mate and the love of her life Caspian know Penzy can be sweet and is really actually a mellow tempered wolf under all those scars and her though exterior. When it comes to her mate she is soft spoken and loving, not really caring if she shows affection to him, and only him in public. The way she sees it is that as alpha she can pretty much do whatever she wants. Her first priority is to keep her mate and pack safe.
History: TO BE COMPLETED SOON!!!
Age: 4 and a half
Gender: male
Strengths: Size, calm and insightful mind, fighting history, natural born leader, appearance, experience
Weaknesses: soft hearted, would give his life for one in need, his appearance can be tremedously intimidating, has not much for social skills, larger frame means he is not as agile as smaller wolves, keeps emotions and worries to self,and tends to perfer to be a loner.
Appearance: if you could sum up this wolf in one word it would be MASSIVE. Ameer is large, not fat but extremely heavy framed and tall. He weighs more than most but a downside to that would be he loses some of his agility because of it. He cant make sharp turns too well but when it comes to sheer power this is where this wolf dominates. His coat is ebony black, but has lost its glossy sheen due to malnutrion and extreme exposure to the the elements. He has glowing yellow eyes that some say tend to perice into ones soul, especially when he is staring them down. Ameers coat is always full and thick giving his the advantage in winter except for the color and an advantage in summer because he so easily melts in with the backgrounds and shadows.
Personality: For the most part, this friendly giant is caring, he has sheltered many wolves in the past and have hunted and defended the weaker ones. His faults are that he does perfer to live the life of a loner, since he made the desision to leave his pack so long ago and has taken quite well to it. He is a true gentleman, is curtious to others and respects their needs and space. Ameer is somewhat handsome, though it takes a bit to look though his scar ridden pelt and his quite demeanor to get to his heart, its a long road, but well worth travelling. Leading is his nature, he was practically born into the position so he can sometimes take charge to others happiness or annoyance though he tends to keep his nose out of others business unless it concerns him or he feels as if he has to step in.
History: Born the second son to the Beta pair in his birthpack, Ameer was often times ignored for his other brother. The small cub learned to fight and hunt by himself under the watchful eyes of the alpha pair, who had lost their litter of pups to diease this year, and it would also probably be the last year they could have pups. The Alphas past litter have either moved on to start a life of their own or just werent leadership material making the pair of elderly wolves scan the pack frantically for any hope of an aprentice considering the Betas, his own parents did not want the job of leadership.
Upon seeing the natural curiosity and adventurous black pup, the alphas got a feeling for him and watched his rapid learning skills and being the dominant pup made him stick out for a potential leader. Without further continuation the pair of them took Ameer under their wings and taught him how to fight and hunt within a short about of time he had it down pat. They young black male would follow them around and get a feel for being in charge as he listened to stories they had to tell and experiences they wanted to share with him. The alphas took the gorwing up often to pack border meetings, where the packs that bordered each other would gather and discuss the new members, prey, and any other concerns they had. Ameer was fast to catch on and soon there was hardly a wolf in the northern packs that did not know who he was: the great sucsessor of the strongest pack there was.
As he grew, Ameer replaced his parents and became Beta, with the slight help of his brother and learned that many wolves would turn to him when things went wrong or there was an upset between members of the pack. Being of a very young age still, just over a year, a lot of pressure was put on him to perform right to correct every little mistake. Things that werent even his duty were pressed on him until he did it, it was a hard job to do.
It wasn't long that the Alpha, his best friend was struck with the same diesease he had lost his mate to earlier. Frantic wolves turned to Ameer for leadership as they realised that he would soon pass that night and the black wolf was fighting hard to keep his role as leader when the more mature and pushier wolves challenged him to the throne. Each time he thought it was a miracle that he on, and soon things quieted down and the alpha passed on knowing his pack was in good paws..
A month or so later, the rival and challenging pack raided the lands and temaed up on the young and new leader, ripping him to shreds and claiming to pack as their own. He of course was banished to the delight and despair of his fellow packmates, and pulled his brother aside for a chat. Ameer told his brother that since he could not return, that his brother should seen out the general captian and learn to fight. Ameer told him that out of the pack, his brother was the only one he thought would be suitable to take his place as alpha male.
Months passed and words came to him when he was already migrated down south that his brother had risen up and reclaimed their birthpack, becoming alpha and returning it to its rightful state. The message was that if Ameer wanted to return he was more than welcome to; but the wolf had become attached to life as a loner and didn't think he could return to the same wolves he had let down and ran away from... so to this day Ameer still wanders thinking about his past and trying to help wolves he comes across. Maybe now that he is stronger and more experienced he could run a pack... but who knows?
Name: Shakira
age: 3 years old
gender: female
apearance: Shakira is a swift wolf who is always on her feet. She has eyes the color like burnt orange with a hint of hazel mixed in. Her face is small and her frame is delicate. Her coat is sleek and well groomed, as groomed as a wolf can be and it is the color of cinamon. With tints of grey and black in her undercoat. She is a very small girl and has tiny little paws. It is cute the comparision between her and male wolves, at first glance you would think she is a coyote.
Personality: Sharkira is a big talker, always saying stuff she could do this or that. But truthfully she is a baby at heart. She is loyal and unselfish with a adventeruous additude with on more than one acassion has led her into trouble or danger. She loves to play games and is a very sensitive wolf. She tends not to bond easily with others but if she does it is a bond for life. Shakira doesn't take regetion well. She will mope around for a long time in self pity hoping that the wolf will forgive her and come back.
History: Life was normal for this wolf. She was brought up in an unusually big pack where most wolves would have to fight for attention. Luckily for Shakira attention came easy and she was in a way the most popular wolf out there. Her orange/hazel eyes would draw any wolves gaze and she could sweet talk them to her heart desire. Sad for her, her first love got killed by a bear and she never was quite the same after that. Shakira used to be a big flirt but now she is just playfully but always she had that reminder in the back of her head that she shouldn't get to fond of another male because it is always ruined for her and she feels like it is her fault that things happen that way.
Just recently, Shakira had been convinced that she loved this wolf and truely thought he had feelings for her in return. After losing her first mate, the small female had never opened up her heart to anyone but this wolf called Fenrir and of course the outcome was that she caught him with another female. The female he was truly truly in love with and it simply broke her heart. She had spents nights and day dreaming about this lone and handsome wolf and to have her reality check was like taking a kick in the guts. Her gentle and firtful additude dissapeared and her heart caved in to create this massive hole in her chest where it once was. She is a sour and pitiful creatre just barely making it past. All thoughts on true love are a lie to her and she will swears to never open her heart up to anyone again.
Name: Rizaar
Nicknames: none because no one is around him long enough to give him one
Gender: male
Age: 4 years
Appearance: This brute is a massive monster. weighing about 2/3 more than the aberage wolf, he has a good foot in height on them too. Rizaar is a chocolate/ muddy brown color with scars raked across the surface of his skin and black paws and right ear. He takes long powerful strides in each step as his long legs carry him across the terrace with ease. His eyes are a dark royla blue and it gives the devilish male a handsome appearance that many girls will fall for, and have fallen for. He is mysterious and carries himself like a loner, proud but secertive.
Personality: Rizaar is a bad ass right to the very bottom of his heart. Actually, those words cant even start to describe his terrible additude and lustful behaviour. He is a menace to the wolf species and many have pursude this wolf to see him dead after attacking the innocent ones. He has a charming player additude and will easily trick others into letting them gain his trust. He shows no mercy, killing the weak since he learned how to pin and bite them, his cold heart thrives for the taste of blood, and for the mating season. Ah the spring and summer months. So far, he has never gone a season without having a chicka at his side. He will stick with them and lend them protection from the cold as long as they continue to put out. After that week or so is over, he is headed for the high lands and doesn't even want to know if his pups will be male of female. Rizaar will kill anything he can and takes full pride in the trophy kills of other loner males. This wolf has been born naturally bad and will probably for the rest of his life continue on being naturally bad.
History: Born to the parents of two loners, Rizaar was the strongest out of his two other brothers. His father left them at a young age so their poor mother had to deal with three boys to train and teach life to. His smaller brothers were fairly well behaved by standards but he, no Rizaar was the odd one out, killing bugs and mice if he could catch them and laughing when he caused pain the his siblings. On day, at about a year and a half old, rizaar had challenged his brother the weakling and omega of the small pack to fight. Catiously his brother accepted thinking that rizaar just wanted to smack him around a bit them leave the poor wolf in peace. Instead when Rizaars brother did not fight back, it frustrated the male and he lunged forwards sinking his sharp fangs into the flesh at the top of his brothers shoulder.
The smaller wolf yelp and howled in pain as he fell over in shock of the attack and sadly showed his throat to his big brother. Rizaar was so focused and out of it that he snapped his teeth into the delicate tissues of the neck and shook vicously. Before the rother knew what was happening he was dead. Rizaars other brother and mother raced from their den the see what had happened between the two wolves and when they saw Rizaar standing over the beaten and dead body of his brother, the wolves turned against him and attacked. Being a monster, he tried to kill of his mother and brother but the two worked at a team and giving up, Rizaar raced out of the territory and never looked back. A few weeks later, the loner came across his father and seeing the reseblance in his son, the father allowed him to journey along and learn everythign he would need to know about the loner lifestyle.
Rizaar was taught how to hunt the big game and how to read the weather for signs in how it would be acting. He also learned how to make a temporary den and what grass to eat when their was no meat avalible. Rizaar followed his father and after he turned his two years, he experienced the joy of spring. Ah how this had made the world for the young wolf and he grinned evily as he would watch the faes approach him with confidence that he would take them in and watch over them. He had mated many wolves and had who knows how many kin of his own. To this day, he still pokes around and challenges ever wolf he come across.
Name: Cinnamin (Cinn for short)
gender: female
Age: 3 years
breed: Doberman Pincher
Apperance: Cinn in a massive dobie of her kind easily out weighs and will out due males of her breed while portraying the bueatiful wide square head needed to get a good grip of an arm or leg when in working mode. She is the red variety with tan on her legs, muzzle, under her docked tail, and her wide chest. (looks identical to the picture above) She had two brown spots commonly called sheperd eyes on her red coat. She had cropped ears and her paws are big and sturdy which she had inherited from her breed pedigree and ansestors which were carefully chosen and bred to create the perfect doberman, which was Cinnamin.
The explained above is what you would see if she was in great physical and metal shape and had not lived the life she had of being abused and beatedn. forced to fight for her food and to win or be killed. The first thing you are to notice on this girl is that her front left leg has a strip all the way down from her shoulder to her pasturn which is pink and has no hair. You would then see how the scars that intwine and cross each other covering Cinns face and neck from aggresive and death bites that were aimed her way.
Personality:Cinnamin if extremely hot-headed and does not take threats lightly. To her you better back down or I will kill you. Strong fighter and courageous heart is one of her better assets while it is best to give lots of clearance to this dobie. She is literally a trained killer and knows all there is about fighting. She had fought for her life every day for almost three years which as scarred this young dog mentally for the rest of her life. Sometimes Cinn will wake up to a terrible memory or snarl and snap at something that isn't there, just another side effect of being abused her entire life. As the days wore away slowly in the cage that was often too small for her, she would dream of being a wild wolf and having the freedom to roam and claim territory while raising a pack and having other members that cared about your well being and the best part, no human interference. Then her eyes would droop closed and the dogs would curl up in a tight ball her wounds bleeding and scabs growing from having to sleep every night on a hard, rough metal cage bottom trapped in with steel bars and if she was lucky a stale piece of bread to eat.
History: Like most puppies her age, Cinnamin grew up with her siblings as she learnt how to interact with humans and learn the things puppies her age learn. The people who owned her mother were so very kind and had two little girls that would play all day with Cinnamin and her brothers and sisters. Her first home was wonderful as she grew up and got bigger and stronger. The doberman pups were constantly being told by their mother and the few other dogs that lived in that home that they would one day grow up to be big and stong with the courage and strength to do whatever they pleased. Cinnamin heard stories of her ansestors doing amazing things such as saving lives and working on he police force. Her greatgreatgrandfather was a bomb searcher in the second world war, and her grandfather had dragged a family of five (not to mention the cat) to safety from a burning house. Her father had won his working titles over in germany and had achieved the hightest skill of bravery that a dog can earn. Her mother an obedience champion and therapy dog.
So needless to say Cinnamin had a lot to live up to. As herself and her siblings grew older different people she had never seen started coming to her home and one by one her brothers and sisters started to leave. Their moother would tell them to behave and life a good life, making sure that they would always obey their new masters.
One day a couple from a few cities over came to visit and Cinn noticed that their attention was focused on her. Soon the woman of the two had Cinnamin scooped up in her arms while the man was counting out money for Cinnamins Human mom. the lady squeezed her tight and and carried her into the car and drove away while the young dog whimpered a bit as she watched her mom dissapear behind her.
Thinking that she would be brought into a new house with cool new things to see and do with a pair of good fun loving people to take care of her, Cinnamin was wrong. About an hour after the drive, the couple stopped in a back alley of the street and waited for a few minutes. Cinn could feel the tension in the air and fromt he window saw a shady figure step out and started talking to the man through the car window. Unsure about this situation, her instincts told her that this man was bad so she growled as menacingly as an 9 week old pup could.
"Shut up!" the woman said as she reached into the back and grabbed the pup by the back of her neck roughly shaking her. Cinnamin lowered her head and then was passed out the window to the scary man while shoved her harshly into a dog carrier. From the bars she could see another exchange of money this time fromt he scary man to the couple and could hear their stange language that sounded something like this, "Heres the dog you wanted, you have the money? She is a handful be careful now and we wish you luck in the dog fighting club"
The young doberman had no idea that she had just become one of the the few very unlucky dogs to live the life of abuse and cruelty just so some dirty creep can win some money in a dog fight. Days went on and the dog lived in a basement ina house on the far end of town with some of the worst mongrels she had ever seen. They threatened her and snarled though the bars of their cages at her presence and cinnamin was forced to go hide in the corner of her cage as far away fromt he monster dogs as possible. Everyday she would be thrown a handful of food though the cage bars and tormented by the scary man and a few of his friends. they would grab sticks and poke her while she cowered or bang and shake her cage trying to aggervate her. Eventually the dog snapped and lunged forwards her teeth clanged against the metal bars and she snarled trying to reach through with her paw to get to the bastards on the other side. To her surprise they cheered and laughed ludly and then turned their backs to her and walked away. they wanted to dog to get mad, they wanted her to want to kill. To them, this was good.
days wore on and tormentting continued. each day the doberman would become more and more enraged until she started to take her anger out on her neighbor dogs on either side of her cage. It was a good thing her cage was sturdy.
then the day came where the men opened her cage not just to ocasionally clean it or to beat her, but instead they reached in grabbed her snout and put a too tight fitting muzzle on her. They clipped the leash onto her collar and dragged her through a door she had seen many dogs go into, but few hardly returned.
Inside was a small, square looking room with tall walls on each side and another door infront of her. Puzzle the doberman halted and looked around noticing that bordering around the edges of the thing were men. She could smell that the air was tainted with saliva and the ground was stained pink from blood. Cinnamin realised that she was in the fighting ring she heard the other dogs talk about. A slight jolt of panic set in and She tried to pull back only to be dragged forwards and have her muzzle removed. Hearing snarling and barking, Cinnamin looked up and saw another dog enter from the door opposite to her and this dog was furious. It was a big brown brute, too many breeds to try and figure out and it was rearing up at the end of its leash with its master holding on to it with all the stength they had.
"get em killer, rip her apart!" the man yelled to the already outraged beast as he eyed the big doberman and barked telling the young dog he would kill her. "Ok, dog this is your chance no go get him! rip that brute to pieces ya hear me? or you will be dog chow!" the man at the end of her leash yelled to her and unclipped the red doberman from the leash and slapped her rump with it.
quickly the man jumped over the wall and the master of the brown dog unclipped him too and he also scaled the wall leaving just her and the monster alone in the ring. Needless to describe how brutal and the blood that was spilled everywhere, Cinnamin eventually kicked in her primal instincts and managed to get a hold of the dog and kill him without any mercy. The man that owned her yelled and cheered and collected money from the crowd while the bleeding and half dead doberman stood over her opponent looking down at what she had done. But it was either kill or be killed.
Weekly she would be taken to that ring and everytime it had become a faster fight as the dog learned how and where to strike. She had become visous and angry. A brutal killer you may say. Her fame in the ring rose until there was hardly anybody with a dog that would dare enter against her. Cinnamin was ruling this land.
then the day came when she was drug back into the ring and was told to fight another fight. She looked down at the smaller dog and laughed at its size. easy she thought but when she lost her footing and slipped to the floor, the small black dog had her between his teeth and cinnamin was gasping and choking to death in its grip. Her mind was black and her body went limp. In the back of her head she could hear the man that had constantly brought her here to stop! Stop! it seemed that he did not want his expensive fight winner to die. She would be good for producing more puppies He thought and dragged the savagly torn up doberman from the ring.
Cinnamin was tied up outside and given a stale piece of bread to gnaw on which she didn't as she was not hungry and battle torn. It was late into the night that the dog decided she would find a way to get out of here and into the late hours of the night she chewwed through the plastic cable tie out that was connected to a metal fence and dug under it.
For the first time in years she was free and her eyes filled with tears as she sprinted away as fast as she could with broken bones and flesh hanging loosely on her. The cries of the dogs she had known hurt her heart as they saw her fufill their dreams of being set free from that hell hole and starting a new life. Cinnamin just ran and ran until she found a secluded forest miles and miles away fromt he likes of man. Deep in the wilderness where no one had ever dared step foot and this is where that dog is today.
(as a side note I DO NOT support dog abuse or fighting in the least of ways. I will never tolerate that. The picture of the dog above belongs to me so do NOT take and no this is not based on any true story.)
((this is still a work in progress))
Kairis
Age: two yearsGender: female
Strengths: stunning looks, soft and gentle personality, independent, caring, and can easily hide emotions
Weaknesses: gentle personality, is too willing to believe others love her, often gives too much with nothing in return, is frenquently overwhelmed with lonliness.
apperance: Kairis is your ordinary grey wolf but was born with a stunning white coat. It apears to be white but if you look closely it is streaked with silver to give it an almost metallic glow. Her coat is nice and thick so in winter she looks like a big fluffball when she curls up to sleep. Kairis's eyes are a viberant green tinted with black and amber. Some say your could practically look into her soul because of her outstanding eyes. Her gait is long and flowing making it appear to be graceful which she is to say the least. The she wolf is long legged and taller than most females but has a wide chest so that she is not an ivalid and can easily hunt on her own. Kairis can easily keep up with most wolves and any deer. she has sharp teeth with short, but sharp black talon like claws that extend from her catlike feet which are almost perfectly tight and round giving the wolf a clean and royal look to her. Kairis also has a black nose and the rims of her lips are colored black so often when she moves her muzzle it gives off the appearance like she is smiling at you, which she just might be.
Personality: Kairis is a very loyal wolf and a wonderful friend to anyone. She is quite active and loves to run if she could she would run all day and all night. The she wolf believes that running is one of the only ways to escape the facts of reality and she finds it easy to get away from her troubles as she runs for mil;es with no destination planned out. Sadly she doesnt have a pack anymore and her friends all have left her, she travels alone but tries to not let that fact put a dampening on her mood.. Kairis adores winter since she loves the look of the untouched crystal like ice creating a blanket on the fields of her home. Often times Kairis can be tempermental and have serious episodes where she will open up to no one is and will attack anyone who is in her space. Those are very rare occasions though, and she does her best to push all her bad thoughts and actions away and open up to friendship and love. She is a very approachable wolf as her tail practically never stops wagging her her bueaty is often a beacon to others that draws them in like bees to honey.
There of course is the other side to her too. The unseen and emotionally harmed she wolf that resides inside a battled and bruised frame, the one that she keeps well hidden from the rest of the world. Kairis is not all happy and easy going. Having many bad experiences in her life has caused the gentle wolf to tend to keep to herself and be wary to trust strangers. Her heart has been broken too many times to count and everytime Kairis meets the one this thinks could be it, the male rips her fragile heart in two and continues on. the female has just come to conclusion that she is weak and needs to stop wearing her heart on her sleeve so to speak and to keep what is left of it locked down deep within the darkness of her chest.
History: Kairis was born with two other brothers. Her parents were the leaders of the pack and were so proud of their only daughter. She was healthy and happy while growing up and loved to learn new things. One day when she was older these tree lone wolves came into the pack and Kairis had a bad feeling about them, but everyone thought she was just silly. Her father and the male renivade became close friends and eventually Kairis's father told Renivade that if something was to happen to him, he was to become leader.A couple of months went by and one day Kairis came back from hunting with her brothers. They went to htheir den while she took the food to the pile where they left it. She then witnessed Renivade push her father over the cliff. She was shocked and ran to go get her brothers and mother when the other two lone wolves stopped her. They said if they ever saw Kairis around theses parts again they would kill her. So she left.
After years of travel, Kairis has encountered some of the most heartbreaking stories and she herself has healed many strangers hearts as she didn't mind keeping them company. Surprisingly the stunning white wolf does not have any pups or a pack since she has not met a loyal wolf to begin with. they all use her and then leave making Kairis start to wonder if she has some sort of problem that others cant deal with. At this moment you could probably find her lounging under a broad leafed tree dozing in the heat of the day, enjoying life while it lasts and trying to figure of some of the biggest questions in life.
Penzy:
Age: 4
gender: female
Strengths: size, pain tolerance, hard alpha additude, loyalty
Weaknesses: does open up easily to anyone but her mate, no bueaty, is often considered rude and bitchy when she tries to make friends, has a weak spot for young wolf cubs, suffers from past neglect.
Appearance: Penzy is a big and broad lupine. Her coat is thick and coarse making it well suitable to the dynamic changing wheather of the land. Its base color is a grey with highlights of dark brown streaking across the surface making it all unique but bland at the same time. She doesn't seem to mind though as looks are not a big thing for her, if they were Penzy would be one dissapointed wolf as she really has not much for feminine qualities and is battle scarred. Her right ear has a fair size nick out of it from a short fox encounter early on when she founded her packland Sarcina.
Personality: She is through and through probably one of the safest and most loyal pack leaders one can have. the female does not like to brag but takes her job seriously of claiming and keeping care of Sarcina. S much that when her original mate Keelle bailed on her, Penzy suffered through one entire year without any help as a female to keep bordering packs and and loners from taking her land. It was a hard job and she even surprised herself that she managed to live though the whole ordeal. Penzy is a tough wolf to get to know, she will not hesitate to put anyone in their spot and quickly assingn jobs for you to do. She takes shit from no one but will deal it out if she has a problem with something.
She is not always like that though, as her mate and the love of her life Caspian know Penzy can be sweet and is really actually a mellow tempered wolf under all those scars and her though exterior. When it comes to her mate she is soft spoken and loving, not really caring if she shows affection to him, and only him in public. The way she sees it is that as alpha she can pretty much do whatever she wants. Her first priority is to keep her mate and pack safe.
History: TO BE COMPLETED SOON!!!
Ameer:
Age: 4 and a half
Gender: male
Strengths: Size, calm and insightful mind, fighting history, natural born leader, appearance, experience
Weaknesses: soft hearted, would give his life for one in need, his appearance can be tremedously intimidating, has not much for social skills, larger frame means he is not as agile as smaller wolves, keeps emotions and worries to self,and tends to perfer to be a loner.
Appearance: if you could sum up this wolf in one word it would be MASSIVE. Ameer is large, not fat but extremely heavy framed and tall. He weighs more than most but a downside to that would be he loses some of his agility because of it. He cant make sharp turns too well but when it comes to sheer power this is where this wolf dominates. His coat is ebony black, but has lost its glossy sheen due to malnutrion and extreme exposure to the the elements. He has glowing yellow eyes that some say tend to perice into ones soul, especially when he is staring them down. Ameers coat is always full and thick giving his the advantage in winter except for the color and an advantage in summer because he so easily melts in with the backgrounds and shadows.
Personality: For the most part, this friendly giant is caring, he has sheltered many wolves in the past and have hunted and defended the weaker ones. His faults are that he does perfer to live the life of a loner, since he made the desision to leave his pack so long ago and has taken quite well to it. He is a true gentleman, is curtious to others and respects their needs and space. Ameer is somewhat handsome, though it takes a bit to look though his scar ridden pelt and his quite demeanor to get to his heart, its a long road, but well worth travelling. Leading is his nature, he was practically born into the position so he can sometimes take charge to others happiness or annoyance though he tends to keep his nose out of others business unless it concerns him or he feels as if he has to step in.
History: Born the second son to the Beta pair in his birthpack, Ameer was often times ignored for his other brother. The small cub learned to fight and hunt by himself under the watchful eyes of the alpha pair, who had lost their litter of pups to diease this year, and it would also probably be the last year they could have pups. The Alphas past litter have either moved on to start a life of their own or just werent leadership material making the pair of elderly wolves scan the pack frantically for any hope of an aprentice considering the Betas, his own parents did not want the job of leadership.
Upon seeing the natural curiosity and adventurous black pup, the alphas got a feeling for him and watched his rapid learning skills and being the dominant pup made him stick out for a potential leader. Without further continuation the pair of them took Ameer under their wings and taught him how to fight and hunt within a short about of time he had it down pat. They young black male would follow them around and get a feel for being in charge as he listened to stories they had to tell and experiences they wanted to share with him. The alphas took the gorwing up often to pack border meetings, where the packs that bordered each other would gather and discuss the new members, prey, and any other concerns they had. Ameer was fast to catch on and soon there was hardly a wolf in the northern packs that did not know who he was: the great sucsessor of the strongest pack there was.
As he grew, Ameer replaced his parents and became Beta, with the slight help of his brother and learned that many wolves would turn to him when things went wrong or there was an upset between members of the pack. Being of a very young age still, just over a year, a lot of pressure was put on him to perform right to correct every little mistake. Things that werent even his duty were pressed on him until he did it, it was a hard job to do.
It wasn't long that the Alpha, his best friend was struck with the same diesease he had lost his mate to earlier. Frantic wolves turned to Ameer for leadership as they realised that he would soon pass that night and the black wolf was fighting hard to keep his role as leader when the more mature and pushier wolves challenged him to the throne. Each time he thought it was a miracle that he on, and soon things quieted down and the alpha passed on knowing his pack was in good paws..
A month or so later, the rival and challenging pack raided the lands and temaed up on the young and new leader, ripping him to shreds and claiming to pack as their own. He of course was banished to the delight and despair of his fellow packmates, and pulled his brother aside for a chat. Ameer told his brother that since he could not return, that his brother should seen out the general captian and learn to fight. Ameer told him that out of the pack, his brother was the only one he thought would be suitable to take his place as alpha male.
Months passed and words came to him when he was already migrated down south that his brother had risen up and reclaimed their birthpack, becoming alpha and returning it to its rightful state. The message was that if Ameer wanted to return he was more than welcome to; but the wolf had become attached to life as a loner and didn't think he could return to the same wolves he had let down and ran away from... so to this day Ameer still wanders thinking about his past and trying to help wolves he comes across. Maybe now that he is stronger and more experienced he could run a pack... but who knows?
Name: Shakira
age: 3 years old
gender: female
apearance: Shakira is a swift wolf who is always on her feet. She has eyes the color like burnt orange with a hint of hazel mixed in. Her face is small and her frame is delicate. Her coat is sleek and well groomed, as groomed as a wolf can be and it is the color of cinamon. With tints of grey and black in her undercoat. She is a very small girl and has tiny little paws. It is cute the comparision between her and male wolves, at first glance you would think she is a coyote.
Personality: Sharkira is a big talker, always saying stuff she could do this or that. But truthfully she is a baby at heart. She is loyal and unselfish with a adventeruous additude with on more than one acassion has led her into trouble or danger. She loves to play games and is a very sensitive wolf. She tends not to bond easily with others but if she does it is a bond for life. Shakira doesn't take regetion well. She will mope around for a long time in self pity hoping that the wolf will forgive her and come back.
History: Life was normal for this wolf. She was brought up in an unusually big pack where most wolves would have to fight for attention. Luckily for Shakira attention came easy and she was in a way the most popular wolf out there. Her orange/hazel eyes would draw any wolves gaze and she could sweet talk them to her heart desire. Sad for her, her first love got killed by a bear and she never was quite the same after that. Shakira used to be a big flirt but now she is just playfully but always she had that reminder in the back of her head that she shouldn't get to fond of another male because it is always ruined for her and she feels like it is her fault that things happen that way.
Just recently, Shakira had been convinced that she loved this wolf and truely thought he had feelings for her in return. After losing her first mate, the small female had never opened up her heart to anyone but this wolf called Fenrir and of course the outcome was that she caught him with another female. The female he was truly truly in love with and it simply broke her heart. She had spents nights and day dreaming about this lone and handsome wolf and to have her reality check was like taking a kick in the guts. Her gentle and firtful additude dissapeared and her heart caved in to create this massive hole in her chest where it once was. She is a sour and pitiful creatre just barely making it past. All thoughts on true love are a lie to her and she will swears to never open her heart up to anyone again.
Name: Rizaar
Nicknames: none because no one is around him long enough to give him one
Gender: male
Age: 4 years
Appearance: This brute is a massive monster. weighing about 2/3 more than the aberage wolf, he has a good foot in height on them too. Rizaar is a chocolate/ muddy brown color with scars raked across the surface of his skin and black paws and right ear. He takes long powerful strides in each step as his long legs carry him across the terrace with ease. His eyes are a dark royla blue and it gives the devilish male a handsome appearance that many girls will fall for, and have fallen for. He is mysterious and carries himself like a loner, proud but secertive.
Personality: Rizaar is a bad ass right to the very bottom of his heart. Actually, those words cant even start to describe his terrible additude and lustful behaviour. He is a menace to the wolf species and many have pursude this wolf to see him dead after attacking the innocent ones. He has a charming player additude and will easily trick others into letting them gain his trust. He shows no mercy, killing the weak since he learned how to pin and bite them, his cold heart thrives for the taste of blood, and for the mating season. Ah the spring and summer months. So far, he has never gone a season without having a chicka at his side. He will stick with them and lend them protection from the cold as long as they continue to put out. After that week or so is over, he is headed for the high lands and doesn't even want to know if his pups will be male of female. Rizaar will kill anything he can and takes full pride in the trophy kills of other loner males. This wolf has been born naturally bad and will probably for the rest of his life continue on being naturally bad.
History: Born to the parents of two loners, Rizaar was the strongest out of his two other brothers. His father left them at a young age so their poor mother had to deal with three boys to train and teach life to. His smaller brothers were fairly well behaved by standards but he, no Rizaar was the odd one out, killing bugs and mice if he could catch them and laughing when he caused pain the his siblings. On day, at about a year and a half old, rizaar had challenged his brother the weakling and omega of the small pack to fight. Catiously his brother accepted thinking that rizaar just wanted to smack him around a bit them leave the poor wolf in peace. Instead when Rizaars brother did not fight back, it frustrated the male and he lunged forwards sinking his sharp fangs into the flesh at the top of his brothers shoulder.
The smaller wolf yelp and howled in pain as he fell over in shock of the attack and sadly showed his throat to his big brother. Rizaar was so focused and out of it that he snapped his teeth into the delicate tissues of the neck and shook vicously. Before the rother knew what was happening he was dead. Rizaars other brother and mother raced from their den the see what had happened between the two wolves and when they saw Rizaar standing over the beaten and dead body of his brother, the wolves turned against him and attacked. Being a monster, he tried to kill of his mother and brother but the two worked at a team and giving up, Rizaar raced out of the territory and never looked back. A few weeks later, the loner came across his father and seeing the reseblance in his son, the father allowed him to journey along and learn everythign he would need to know about the loner lifestyle.
Rizaar was taught how to hunt the big game and how to read the weather for signs in how it would be acting. He also learned how to make a temporary den and what grass to eat when their was no meat avalible. Rizaar followed his father and after he turned his two years, he experienced the joy of spring. Ah how this had made the world for the young wolf and he grinned evily as he would watch the faes approach him with confidence that he would take them in and watch over them. He had mated many wolves and had who knows how many kin of his own. To this day, he still pokes around and challenges ever wolf he come across.
Name: Cinnamin (Cinn for short)
gender: female
Age: 3 years
breed: Doberman Pincher
Apperance: Cinn in a massive dobie of her kind easily out weighs and will out due males of her breed while portraying the bueatiful wide square head needed to get a good grip of an arm or leg when in working mode. She is the red variety with tan on her legs, muzzle, under her docked tail, and her wide chest. (looks identical to the picture above) She had two brown spots commonly called sheperd eyes on her red coat. She had cropped ears and her paws are big and sturdy which she had inherited from her breed pedigree and ansestors which were carefully chosen and bred to create the perfect doberman, which was Cinnamin.
The explained above is what you would see if she was in great physical and metal shape and had not lived the life she had of being abused and beatedn. forced to fight for her food and to win or be killed. The first thing you are to notice on this girl is that her front left leg has a strip all the way down from her shoulder to her pasturn which is pink and has no hair. You would then see how the scars that intwine and cross each other covering Cinns face and neck from aggresive and death bites that were aimed her way.
Personality:Cinnamin if extremely hot-headed and does not take threats lightly. To her you better back down or I will kill you. Strong fighter and courageous heart is one of her better assets while it is best to give lots of clearance to this dobie. She is literally a trained killer and knows all there is about fighting. She had fought for her life every day for almost three years which as scarred this young dog mentally for the rest of her life. Sometimes Cinn will wake up to a terrible memory or snarl and snap at something that isn't there, just another side effect of being abused her entire life. As the days wore away slowly in the cage that was often too small for her, she would dream of being a wild wolf and having the freedom to roam and claim territory while raising a pack and having other members that cared about your well being and the best part, no human interference. Then her eyes would droop closed and the dogs would curl up in a tight ball her wounds bleeding and scabs growing from having to sleep every night on a hard, rough metal cage bottom trapped in with steel bars and if she was lucky a stale piece of bread to eat.
History: Like most puppies her age, Cinnamin grew up with her siblings as she learnt how to interact with humans and learn the things puppies her age learn. The people who owned her mother were so very kind and had two little girls that would play all day with Cinnamin and her brothers and sisters. Her first home was wonderful as she grew up and got bigger and stronger. The doberman pups were constantly being told by their mother and the few other dogs that lived in that home that they would one day grow up to be big and stong with the courage and strength to do whatever they pleased. Cinnamin heard stories of her ansestors doing amazing things such as saving lives and working on he police force. Her greatgreatgrandfather was a bomb searcher in the second world war, and her grandfather had dragged a family of five (not to mention the cat) to safety from a burning house. Her father had won his working titles over in germany and had achieved the hightest skill of bravery that a dog can earn. Her mother an obedience champion and therapy dog.
So needless to say Cinnamin had a lot to live up to. As herself and her siblings grew older different people she had never seen started coming to her home and one by one her brothers and sisters started to leave. Their moother would tell them to behave and life a good life, making sure that they would always obey their new masters.
One day a couple from a few cities over came to visit and Cinn noticed that their attention was focused on her. Soon the woman of the two had Cinnamin scooped up in her arms while the man was counting out money for Cinnamins Human mom. the lady squeezed her tight and and carried her into the car and drove away while the young dog whimpered a bit as she watched her mom dissapear behind her.
Thinking that she would be brought into a new house with cool new things to see and do with a pair of good fun loving people to take care of her, Cinnamin was wrong. About an hour after the drive, the couple stopped in a back alley of the street and waited for a few minutes. Cinn could feel the tension in the air and fromt he window saw a shady figure step out and started talking to the man through the car window. Unsure about this situation, her instincts told her that this man was bad so she growled as menacingly as an 9 week old pup could.
"Shut up!" the woman said as she reached into the back and grabbed the pup by the back of her neck roughly shaking her. Cinnamin lowered her head and then was passed out the window to the scary man while shoved her harshly into a dog carrier. From the bars she could see another exchange of money this time fromt he scary man to the couple and could hear their stange language that sounded something like this, "Heres the dog you wanted, you have the money? She is a handful be careful now and we wish you luck in the dog fighting club"
The young doberman had no idea that she had just become one of the the few very unlucky dogs to live the life of abuse and cruelty just so some dirty creep can win some money in a dog fight. Days went on and the dog lived in a basement ina house on the far end of town with some of the worst mongrels she had ever seen. They threatened her and snarled though the bars of their cages at her presence and cinnamin was forced to go hide in the corner of her cage as far away fromt he monster dogs as possible. Everyday she would be thrown a handful of food though the cage bars and tormented by the scary man and a few of his friends. they would grab sticks and poke her while she cowered or bang and shake her cage trying to aggervate her. Eventually the dog snapped and lunged forwards her teeth clanged against the metal bars and she snarled trying to reach through with her paw to get to the bastards on the other side. To her surprise they cheered and laughed ludly and then turned their backs to her and walked away. they wanted to dog to get mad, they wanted her to want to kill. To them, this was good.
days wore on and tormentting continued. each day the doberman would become more and more enraged until she started to take her anger out on her neighbor dogs on either side of her cage. It was a good thing her cage was sturdy.
then the day came where the men opened her cage not just to ocasionally clean it or to beat her, but instead they reached in grabbed her snout and put a too tight fitting muzzle on her. They clipped the leash onto her collar and dragged her through a door she had seen many dogs go into, but few hardly returned.
Inside was a small, square looking room with tall walls on each side and another door infront of her. Puzzle the doberman halted and looked around noticing that bordering around the edges of the thing were men. She could smell that the air was tainted with saliva and the ground was stained pink from blood. Cinnamin realised that she was in the fighting ring she heard the other dogs talk about. A slight jolt of panic set in and She tried to pull back only to be dragged forwards and have her muzzle removed. Hearing snarling and barking, Cinnamin looked up and saw another dog enter from the door opposite to her and this dog was furious. It was a big brown brute, too many breeds to try and figure out and it was rearing up at the end of its leash with its master holding on to it with all the stength they had.
"get em killer, rip her apart!" the man yelled to the already outraged beast as he eyed the big doberman and barked telling the young dog he would kill her. "Ok, dog this is your chance no go get him! rip that brute to pieces ya hear me? or you will be dog chow!" the man at the end of her leash yelled to her and unclipped the red doberman from the leash and slapped her rump with it.
quickly the man jumped over the wall and the master of the brown dog unclipped him too and he also scaled the wall leaving just her and the monster alone in the ring. Needless to describe how brutal and the blood that was spilled everywhere, Cinnamin eventually kicked in her primal instincts and managed to get a hold of the dog and kill him without any mercy. The man that owned her yelled and cheered and collected money from the crowd while the bleeding and half dead doberman stood over her opponent looking down at what she had done. But it was either kill or be killed.
Weekly she would be taken to that ring and everytime it had become a faster fight as the dog learned how and where to strike. She had become visous and angry. A brutal killer you may say. Her fame in the ring rose until there was hardly anybody with a dog that would dare enter against her. Cinnamin was ruling this land.
then the day came when she was drug back into the ring and was told to fight another fight. She looked down at the smaller dog and laughed at its size. easy she thought but when she lost her footing and slipped to the floor, the small black dog had her between his teeth and cinnamin was gasping and choking to death in its grip. Her mind was black and her body went limp. In the back of her head she could hear the man that had constantly brought her here to stop! Stop! it seemed that he did not want his expensive fight winner to die. She would be good for producing more puppies He thought and dragged the savagly torn up doberman from the ring.
Cinnamin was tied up outside and given a stale piece of bread to gnaw on which she didn't as she was not hungry and battle torn. It was late into the night that the dog decided she would find a way to get out of here and into the late hours of the night she chewwed through the plastic cable tie out that was connected to a metal fence and dug under it.
For the first time in years she was free and her eyes filled with tears as she sprinted away as fast as she could with broken bones and flesh hanging loosely on her. The cries of the dogs she had known hurt her heart as they saw her fufill their dreams of being set free from that hell hole and starting a new life. Cinnamin just ran and ran until she found a secluded forest miles and miles away fromt he likes of man. Deep in the wilderness where no one had ever dared step foot and this is where that dog is today.
(as a side note I DO NOT support dog abuse or fighting in the least of ways. I will never tolerate that. The picture of the dog above belongs to me so do NOT take and no this is not based on any true story.)
((this is still a work in progress))