Post by shiver on Dec 30, 2011 11:34:04 GMT -6
Name: Freki
Age: Two & a Half
Rank: Elite (Hunter)
Gender: Fae
Mate: None
Pack: K'Narta
Breed of Wolf: Eastern Timber Wolf
Tribal Markings: Deep purple triangle that runs behind her ear and back up towards her snout, then another strand curls around the back of her ear towards her throat to signify a strong jaw and quick teeth.
Describe your Wolf: She has golden amber eyes; black pelt with reddish-brown tips in some parts & some white markings on her chest, tummy, muzzle, tail tip, toes & a white diamond shaped spot on the middle of her back just above her tail.
Personality: Freki's attitude towards most is unpredictable and she tends to be a little bit judgmental. If she doesn't like the way one speaks to her or acts around her, either she will turn and fight in an attempt to protect herself mentally and physically or she'll not consider you anything close to a friend. It takes quite a bit for her to trust one as a friend, and if she fights back, she fights back with her entire life and body on the line, without a care in the world almost. Mentally, she'd rather die most of the time anyway, so whats the point of living? Although she believes in a will to survive and a circle of life, she could sometimes care less. If Freki considers you a friend, she will fight for her friends life. She's a very loyal femme even if it doesn't seem like it. But everyone has their flaws right? Freki is closed off to most and doesn't allow most 5 feet close to her. If she feels threatened in any way she will tuck tail, raise her haunches and fight back with no mercy for her attackers. She hates those that eaves drop, backstabbers, other canines with said "no heart", and killing without a reason. With her strong strength to survive, she is headstrong, devoted, loyal, and trusted to the few that she can and will love.
History: Freki's life started out rough, like most of all of the wolves' lives in her small and weak pack. The down-pouring and depressing weather, the terrors of the deep and dark wooded forest, and the crippling grasp of the fur-less two leggers. Freki was born to an unknown mother and father in a damp den. she was a supposedly a "mistake" at the time and it wasn't an approved mating so her mother ran from the pack before she was notified to the alpha of her pregnancy. Her little unnamed brother sadly died right after birth and her mother became extremely upset after his death. Freki's father had went back to the pack and had turned the lowly mother into the alphas. Kerchek, alpha male, ventured into the forests to search for the distressed fae and her cub. Kerchek and his beta male, Ventari, came across the female. Freki's mother tried to defend her cub but lack of food or hydration made her tremble beneath both large brutes. After Freki's mother gave in with her life, Kerchek found the pup and not knowing what to do with her, he softly took the small pup in his maw, then him and Ventari trotted back to find the rest of the pack. Young Freki was dropped at the feet of the alpha fae, Lunaric, and she thought long and hard on the fate of the young pup. Lunaric decided to keep the pup for herself, to raise and teach the cub all of the tricks and quirks to life and how to live like wolf in a pack. Soon after Freki turned one year old, the yearling found out that she had no blood family and stormed off, never to return to the family she had learned to love. Living on her own was hard at first but after learning how to hunt small game she was able to stay alive, maybe barely but still breathing. Avoiding other wolves was one of her highest priorities, not trusting and very skiddish about her surrounds, she became restless and weary. Maybe, just maybe . . . she will find . . . someone to trust . . . someone to curl against in cold winters' nights . . . someone to be friends with.
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Age: Two & a Half
Rank: Elite (Hunter)
Gender: Fae
Mate: None
Pack: K'Narta
Breed of Wolf: Eastern Timber Wolf
Tribal Markings: Deep purple triangle that runs behind her ear and back up towards her snout, then another strand curls around the back of her ear towards her throat to signify a strong jaw and quick teeth.
Describe your Wolf: She has golden amber eyes; black pelt with reddish-brown tips in some parts & some white markings on her chest, tummy, muzzle, tail tip, toes & a white diamond shaped spot on the middle of her back just above her tail.
Personality: Freki's attitude towards most is unpredictable and she tends to be a little bit judgmental. If she doesn't like the way one speaks to her or acts around her, either she will turn and fight in an attempt to protect herself mentally and physically or she'll not consider you anything close to a friend. It takes quite a bit for her to trust one as a friend, and if she fights back, she fights back with her entire life and body on the line, without a care in the world almost. Mentally, she'd rather die most of the time anyway, so whats the point of living? Although she believes in a will to survive and a circle of life, she could sometimes care less. If Freki considers you a friend, she will fight for her friends life. She's a very loyal femme even if it doesn't seem like it. But everyone has their flaws right? Freki is closed off to most and doesn't allow most 5 feet close to her. If she feels threatened in any way she will tuck tail, raise her haunches and fight back with no mercy for her attackers. She hates those that eaves drop, backstabbers, other canines with said "no heart", and killing without a reason. With her strong strength to survive, she is headstrong, devoted, loyal, and trusted to the few that she can and will love.
History: Freki's life started out rough, like most of all of the wolves' lives in her small and weak pack. The down-pouring and depressing weather, the terrors of the deep and dark wooded forest, and the crippling grasp of the fur-less two leggers. Freki was born to an unknown mother and father in a damp den. she was a supposedly a "mistake" at the time and it wasn't an approved mating so her mother ran from the pack before she was notified to the alpha of her pregnancy. Her little unnamed brother sadly died right after birth and her mother became extremely upset after his death. Freki's father had went back to the pack and had turned the lowly mother into the alphas. Kerchek, alpha male, ventured into the forests to search for the distressed fae and her cub. Kerchek and his beta male, Ventari, came across the female. Freki's mother tried to defend her cub but lack of food or hydration made her tremble beneath both large brutes. After Freki's mother gave in with her life, Kerchek found the pup and not knowing what to do with her, he softly took the small pup in his maw, then him and Ventari trotted back to find the rest of the pack. Young Freki was dropped at the feet of the alpha fae, Lunaric, and she thought long and hard on the fate of the young pup. Lunaric decided to keep the pup for herself, to raise and teach the cub all of the tricks and quirks to life and how to live like wolf in a pack. Soon after Freki turned one year old, the yearling found out that she had no blood family and stormed off, never to return to the family she had learned to love. Living on her own was hard at first but after learning how to hunt small game she was able to stay alive, maybe barely but still breathing. Avoiding other wolves was one of her highest priorities, not trusting and very skiddish about her surrounds, she became restless and weary. Maybe, just maybe . . . she will find . . . someone to trust . . . someone to curl against in cold winters' nights . . . someone to be friends with.
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