Post by Raccoonasaurus Rex on Jan 8, 2011 18:25:07 GMT -5
Name: Arashi
Type: Wolf
Age: 24 moons
Breed: British Columbian Wolf
Pack: Jaakuna Ikarii pack (Sunset Cove)
Appearance: Arashi is an all-black wolf with green eyes that almost look neon. Her claws are twilight-gray, and her fur is medium length. She has a long scar down her left eye and a shredded left ear. Her pelt has many scars streaking across it. Arashi's tail is long and shaggy. Her forelegs are very lean, while her back legs are super-strong, allowing her to leap great distances. Her claws are unusually long, and they are what she uses in battle often. Her fangs are pearl-white, no matter how much blood gets on them.
Personality: Arashi is brutal, to say the least. She will defend her territory with her life, and challenge all trespassers. In a war, she will fight to kill, and very well. Do not cross her without a high defense, or you will meet death in an instant. Around her own pack, she is slightly calmer, but rules with iron claws, so to speak. If any wolf or dog gets in trouble, they will receive injuries based upon how much trouble their in. Hunting on another pack's territory would receive a sharp nip on the scruff. Mating with a canine from another pack results in a long, deep scar. Treason results in death. If anyone asks for her advice, she will respond with fighting tips. In a way, she is a mentor to all who ask of her, but she teaches ways in which the opponent goes back severely injured or not at all. She hunts with ease, snagging a piece of prey as another jumps to get it. She is very swift, even with all of her scars. She refuses to let another heal them, as if trying to teach herself a lesson to be swifter, stronger, deadlier. Her pack is the storm, and she is the lightning. Always fast, always strong, and always deadly. She is fiercely loyal to herself and only herself. She assumes her pack is loyal to her, and if they don't, there'd be bloodshed.
History: Arashi was born alone. Both her mother and father looked at her thinking that she would have to grow up to be strong. Her mother taught her not to regret kills, and her father taught her to kill. Her siblings got no such treatment, and Arashi wanted to keep it that way. She was the strongest of all of them. Her mother, once finished with her first job of teaching Arashi never to regret a murder, taught Arashi moves to seriously injure, but not kill. Arashi protested at first, but then realized that this would cause them much pain, and if they made it home, they'd perish at the entrance. A great way for an enemy to die. Once her parents left her to fend for herself, her siblings followed, weak and malleable. Like mud waiting to be sculpted. She led them to what is now known as Sunset Cove, and began to form a pack. She grew to be a young tyrant, responding to any challenge with an attack. As she grew, one of her siblings, Moyasu, thought she had learned enough from countless blood-shedding battles, and challenged her sister. She was dead in less than a minute. Arashi felt no regret for her, and went to her sisters burial with a face of satisfaction. No one would dare challenge her now. But as she knows now, she will need a 'right hand' to assist her in battles. She still searches for one who could show no regret, no fear, and be as deadly as she was. But, this 'right hand' canine would need to be loyal only to Arashi, and if they weren't, they'd be dead within the day they were approved. Dead by the storm that defines Arashi.
Role-Playing Example: Arashi looked over at what had become the Jaakuna Ikarii pack. Her pack. Though she was very young, she was a better fighter than all of them. Moyasu, her silver-pelted sister, padded up to her, a look of fury on her face. "Why do you come before me with that furious face, Moyasu?" Arashi demanded. Moyasu said nothing, but instead of words she lunged at Arashi, eyes flaring.
"You have been Alpha for too long, Arashi!" she snarled.
Arashi sighed. She hated having to kill her siblings. It didn't feel good on the blackened shell of her soul. Oh well. She dodged the lunge easily, then sliced Moyasu's neck open while kicking her away. Moyasu's pelt turned blood-red as the blood leaked from her neck. Moyasu's screams were high and shrill, and then nothing. She was dead, her blue eyes lifeless. Arashi's own green eyes flashed in anger at her stupid sister. She looked at her pack. "See?" she growled, "This is what happens when you challenge me! I am Alpha here, and never forget it. You. Help bury her." she finished, pointing her head at a pack member. The two padded to an earthy spot in the cove. Arashi watched the pack member dig a deep hole, and Arashi violently kicked Moyasu's dead carcass into it, spattering blood. The pack member buried Moyasu, and fled swiftly back into camp. Arashi watched him flee while simultaneously erasing him from her 'Beta list.' He was too cowardly for her taste. She glared at the mound of earth that held her sister's body with distaste. "It's your fault. Why would you even desire my spot? You'd kill yourself under the pressure anyway, if another didn't kill you first. You idiot. You have no skills, and yet you believe you can defeat me! Me, the lightning of the storm, me, the ender of life! Idiot!" she snarled bitterly. She spat on her sister's grave and left for camp, her mood bitter, her soul officially dead.
Username: Raccoon/Raccoonasaurus Rex
C-box name: Rα¢¢øøиasαüяüs Rëx
Experience: Six months-ish.
Type: Wolf
Age: 24 moons
Breed: British Columbian Wolf
Pack: Jaakuna Ikarii pack (Sunset Cove)
Appearance: Arashi is an all-black wolf with green eyes that almost look neon. Her claws are twilight-gray, and her fur is medium length. She has a long scar down her left eye and a shredded left ear. Her pelt has many scars streaking across it. Arashi's tail is long and shaggy. Her forelegs are very lean, while her back legs are super-strong, allowing her to leap great distances. Her claws are unusually long, and they are what she uses in battle often. Her fangs are pearl-white, no matter how much blood gets on them.
Personality: Arashi is brutal, to say the least. She will defend her territory with her life, and challenge all trespassers. In a war, she will fight to kill, and very well. Do not cross her without a high defense, or you will meet death in an instant. Around her own pack, she is slightly calmer, but rules with iron claws, so to speak. If any wolf or dog gets in trouble, they will receive injuries based upon how much trouble their in. Hunting on another pack's territory would receive a sharp nip on the scruff. Mating with a canine from another pack results in a long, deep scar. Treason results in death. If anyone asks for her advice, she will respond with fighting tips. In a way, she is a mentor to all who ask of her, but she teaches ways in which the opponent goes back severely injured or not at all. She hunts with ease, snagging a piece of prey as another jumps to get it. She is very swift, even with all of her scars. She refuses to let another heal them, as if trying to teach herself a lesson to be swifter, stronger, deadlier. Her pack is the storm, and she is the lightning. Always fast, always strong, and always deadly. She is fiercely loyal to herself and only herself. She assumes her pack is loyal to her, and if they don't, there'd be bloodshed.
History: Arashi was born alone. Both her mother and father looked at her thinking that she would have to grow up to be strong. Her mother taught her not to regret kills, and her father taught her to kill. Her siblings got no such treatment, and Arashi wanted to keep it that way. She was the strongest of all of them. Her mother, once finished with her first job of teaching Arashi never to regret a murder, taught Arashi moves to seriously injure, but not kill. Arashi protested at first, but then realized that this would cause them much pain, and if they made it home, they'd perish at the entrance. A great way for an enemy to die. Once her parents left her to fend for herself, her siblings followed, weak and malleable. Like mud waiting to be sculpted. She led them to what is now known as Sunset Cove, and began to form a pack. She grew to be a young tyrant, responding to any challenge with an attack. As she grew, one of her siblings, Moyasu, thought she had learned enough from countless blood-shedding battles, and challenged her sister. She was dead in less than a minute. Arashi felt no regret for her, and went to her sisters burial with a face of satisfaction. No one would dare challenge her now. But as she knows now, she will need a 'right hand' to assist her in battles. She still searches for one who could show no regret, no fear, and be as deadly as she was. But, this 'right hand' canine would need to be loyal only to Arashi, and if they weren't, they'd be dead within the day they were approved. Dead by the storm that defines Arashi.
Role-Playing Example: Arashi looked over at what had become the Jaakuna Ikarii pack. Her pack. Though she was very young, she was a better fighter than all of them. Moyasu, her silver-pelted sister, padded up to her, a look of fury on her face. "Why do you come before me with that furious face, Moyasu?" Arashi demanded. Moyasu said nothing, but instead of words she lunged at Arashi, eyes flaring.
"You have been Alpha for too long, Arashi!" she snarled.
Arashi sighed. She hated having to kill her siblings. It didn't feel good on the blackened shell of her soul. Oh well. She dodged the lunge easily, then sliced Moyasu's neck open while kicking her away. Moyasu's pelt turned blood-red as the blood leaked from her neck. Moyasu's screams were high and shrill, and then nothing. She was dead, her blue eyes lifeless. Arashi's own green eyes flashed in anger at her stupid sister. She looked at her pack. "See?" she growled, "This is what happens when you challenge me! I am Alpha here, and never forget it. You. Help bury her." she finished, pointing her head at a pack member. The two padded to an earthy spot in the cove. Arashi watched the pack member dig a deep hole, and Arashi violently kicked Moyasu's dead carcass into it, spattering blood. The pack member buried Moyasu, and fled swiftly back into camp. Arashi watched him flee while simultaneously erasing him from her 'Beta list.' He was too cowardly for her taste. She glared at the mound of earth that held her sister's body with distaste. "It's your fault. Why would you even desire my spot? You'd kill yourself under the pressure anyway, if another didn't kill you first. You idiot. You have no skills, and yet you believe you can defeat me! Me, the lightning of the storm, me, the ender of life! Idiot!" she snarled bitterly. She spat on her sister's grave and left for camp, her mood bitter, her soul officially dead.
Username: Raccoon/Raccoonasaurus Rex
C-box name: Rα¢¢øøиasαüяüs Rëx
Experience: Six months-ish.