Post by Blaise Nightstorm on Nov 18, 2008 23:04:07 GMT -5
Name---
Blaise
Age---
1 Year, 7 Months
Sex---
Female
Pack---
Arlen Pack
Rank---
Alpha Female
Pelt Color---
Cinnamon
Markings---
Cinnamon stripes
Black socks
Eye Color---
Green
Anything Else?---
Nope not really
Quick Description---
1 year 7 months; Cinnamon Stripes + Black Socks; Green
History---
(This is in her point of view)
Unbeknown to most, my father was once a kind-hearted male. He spoke so highly of my mother when she was pregnant with me. Boasting that he would get a son to pass on his legacy to. The day I was born, changed everything, when my mother told me of this, I never understood her then. Until now...
Once my father rested his yellow eyes upon my fur, he was disgusted. He blamed my mother for me, that she should have given him a son, someone to be proud of. Although another pup was born that same day, his name was Lavino, a large fluffy gray pup. My father told my mother that the other, larger pup should have been his, not me. Father hated me, I was to small to make it through the winter.
After winter came and gone, and he noticed I was still breathing, he wanted nothing to do with me anymore. Wanted no relation to me, didn't even want me to exist. Time and time again, he tried to kill me, even after everyone in the pack saw me as a great fighter, even for my small size. I would beat Lavino in every fighting game anyone came up with for the two of us. But my friend never held a grudge about out, he was actually happy that I wasn't just the runt my father thought I was. Lavino wanted me to feel wanted, not only by my mother but by everyone.
After we weren't pups any long, we were always put on a patrol together, even after more and more of our friends became cold-hearted and disappeared. I felt ashamed about it, but I realized that I had fallen in love with my best friend. After a while, he became a star of the pack, loved by every female wolf there, and what would you expect from the alpha's son, right? A couple months later, my father was exiled for killing our Alpha and Lavino's father. But to my surprise, unlink everyone else, he didn't think me responsible. Of course, I'd never forget that day, the day he rejected everyone but me, and asked me, me, of all to be his mate.
I guess he loved me too, after that, everyone died down on the comments about my father, the black-hearted one as he was now called. But I couldn't help but believe that my father, the murderer, was lurking behind every rock, every tree. Until the very day, when...when my mate told me he was running a patrol with a couple other males, he told me he would be back by sun-high. I got worried as the sun was dying in the west. Lavino never went back on his word, if he said he would do something, he did it. So, I went to look for him, I followed his trail up to a small clearing, where his scent was mixed with another, one I knew.
When I went forward, I spotted a trail of blood, that led toward the lake, of course, instinct led the way to the cliff, the same cliff that Lavino asked me the memorable question. As I lept down the cliff-side to our favoirte tree, I heard the yowl. Yet it was the same sound I heard in my dreams, along with the faint sound of the word "run", but as I looked up, I saw his body fall down the cliff. I could tell by the scent that it was my mate. When I ran to his side, I heard him tell me to run...but right as I looked up and saw the black coat of a figure, and yellow eyes glaring at me with hatred, I knew it was him my father had killed my love.
Personality---
Blaise has always had a strong connection to her friends and family. When pups are born into the pack, she always allows herself to have time to spend with them, to make them sociable. Respecting her elders allows her to be quick to get advise if the situation demands. Ever since her mother died, she turns away her close friends to some occasion, but after her father betrayed everyone it's hard for her to be trusted now. Although she never holds a grudge, Blaise will do all in her power to avenge those she loves and cares about in her life in anything were ever to happen to them.
Role-playing Example---
Pads beating against the dirt ground like drums, air swishing by the ears of a determined wolf. Green eyes locked onto a path full of scent all by prey, kin, and traitors.
Slowing the pace, the wolf came to a stop. Letting out a hiss of disgust. "For my name is Blaise Emberfang, that is the smell of death." Eyes widening and ears perked, Blaise ran forward in a sprint. She could still smell the scent of that whom she had been tracking. But, alas the smell of blood caught her attention.
Walking slowly to a cliff-side, she looked out onto a body of water. Where is that smell coming from!? Her head swinging from left to right, over and over again.
Leaping from rock to rock, kicking scattered leaves up into the flowing wind, he claws scrapped the dirt. Padding slowly up toward a tree, she opened her jaws. Letting the blood scent flow onto her scent glands, she directed the smell coming from the right, past some brush. Lifting her paw to move her body forward, an ear-splitting yowl captured her mind. She looked up in just enough time to see a furry figure tumble down the cliff-side.
The scent was familiar, too familiar. Trotting toward the limp body the blank look in the eyes caught her every move, like it was watching her. I slight yelp escaped her vocal cords. "Lavino..." the words stumbled out like a pup trying to speak during a blizzard. Stepping forward she could see that the body was in fact, breathing. He's alive, thank the stars! Blaise knew this fuzzy, gray lump of fur since they were pups with their mothers. Once made a promise to each other to always remember and never give up on the fight that was at hand.
But she knew he was dying, she could see it in his eyes. Alas, he knew his time was up, his hourglass was running out at a fast rate. But only one word managed to stumble out of his jaws, his eyes tight with fright. The words hit her ears like the yowl of a thousand wolves. "R-r-un."
At the sound left from his dying breath, she looked above, standing on the cliff. A dark silhouetted figure stood, yellow eyes glaring down into her coat. The scent rushed over her, how could she not see it before? Dad, what have you done... The shadow died away as the sun set behind the water, and all you heard were the chirping of crickets and the maniacal laughter after a murder.
Picture---
Don't have one
Your OOC Name---
Tiktak
Other Characters you Roleplay---
None at moment
(Also, I am going to color coat everything. Orange if she speaks, Yellow if she thinks, Lime Green for a character talking to her, after that it would be Light Blue and/or Pink)