Post by Rhondis on May 13, 2007 11:07:25 GMT -5
(I know the ages don't work out if she's Faren's daughter, but does age really matter?.. Feir's not my new main character, by the way. I love the gold.)
Character’s name: Feir
Age: Two winters and an Autumn
Breed Wolf, Gray.
Gender: Female
Alliance: Darks
Desired Position: She just wants to be a Dark.
Personality: Her personality.. You might think that it's a bit familiar.
Feir had adopted her father's bravery, but unfortunately, her mother's insanity. The two don't mix well. She's overly paranoid, and good things seem to hurt her.
Appearance: Her back is black, but her legs are a silver color. She had gotten her mother's stunning green eyes, which clashed with her coat.
History:
"I don't care what you say," Faren snarled brutally. "I don't want you near my puppies."
"They're mine too," Shayden protested.
Feir could not yet hear, or see, but she felt strange tremors on the ground - scaring her.
Now, she wasn't supposed to hear anything.. she knew that. But she had her mother's intelligence, and obviously, her insanity.
A loud, high pitched sound was set off in her head - it made her wince and cry out.
But Faren was too busy yelling to notice the runts pain, and Feir's siblings were just like her - blind and deaf. At the moment.
Feir gathered all her strength and pushed herself onto her paws.
Padding blindly, she hit something hard and her legs buckled.
Stronger tremors were shaking the ground now, and Feir's panic was growing.
Her nose was all she could rely on, but now, all she could smell was a slightly irony scent.
She waited for hours, her hunger growing as much as her fear, and was suddenly swept off of her paws. Soon the smell was gone, and Feir automatically felt safer.
"Why don't you look like us?" Rhondis, a puppy just a few hours older then Feir, asked.
"Because i'm special!" Indeed, she was.. Much more intelligent than all the dogs put together, and much more insane.
Smirking, Rhondis obviously wasn't satisfied, but the answer was good enough. He ran off towards the woods to play with his other siblings, and beckoned to Feir to follow. She stood up to follow, but stopped.
Don't. You'll see why.
Feir sat back, and watched intently, wondering why the voice had stopped her.
This voice was obviously very logical.. It seemed as if it sensed things that she could not.
Watching Rhondis run gleefully, the grin that had plastered itself on her muzzle quickly faded as she heard a sharp sound and dozens of pained yelps. (But, um, he escaped. He's my Rhondis, 'member.)
The irony smell returned to her nostrils, and Feir knew what that meant.
Death.
Whimpering, she hurried back to the cave where her mother, Arrel, rested.
"Mother!" She cried numbly, remembering over and over again the frenzied yelps..
Arrel raised her head and stared directly at Feir.
Her lips curled up over her canines, and Arrel growled.
"You," Her tone was cold - it was nothing like Feir had heard before."You killed them. You and your damned race.."
Feir shook her head and backed away, confused. "Mother.." She began, but was quickly cut off.
"I'm not your mother!" Arrel boomed, her voice loud and angry.
"You're not a dog ; you're a wolf. You killed my puppies. You killed me."
Arrel stood up, and Feir noticed that her stomach had been ripped apart, along with her chest.
"Wolves," the dog wheezed, "and you are one."
Feir bowed her head, and suddenly let out a fierce snarl.
"How dare you blame me for this! I didn't do anything ; I didn't even know I was a wolf. I don't even know what a wolf is!" Gruesome images were already filling her mind - the bloody carcasses of Rhondis and the rest, and a picture of a wolf intruded into her imagination.
It looked exactly like her.
Feir's eyes narrowed at Arrel, and she growled frostily.
"I would take the pain away for you, but i'll just make it worse." She quickly added the last part as she watched Arrel sink pathetically to the ground.
Rearing up on her hind legs, her front canines sink mercilessly into the back of Arrel's neck.
As the salty taste of blood filled her mouth, Feir let go and chuckled.
Arrel whined, and Feir fled, still chuckling happily.
"Why didn't you ever tell me that I was a.. not a dog?" Feir asked, already forgetting the name of what she was.
I decided that it would be more satisfying to find out on your own..
Feir stopped running, and started to think.
"Who are you?"
Basically, i'm you.
It wasn't. This voice.. it wasn't her. It was much older and wiser then she would have ever been, and it seemed to know things no wolves could know.
"Please, tell me your name..."
The voice in her head seemed to sigh, as if it was annoyed.
My name is Faren.
(DIDN'T EXPECT THAT, DID YOU? I know it's a long history. But I just have to talk about her so much..)
Picture:
IC:
Ouch.
Picking up her front paw fretfully, she examined the sharp twig lodged in her paw.
She gripped it with her teeth and tore it out, irritated.
Her ears perked up as a red liquid leaked from the cut, but she wasn't concentrating on the blood.
Wolves.
She should've been happy, she would see her own kind..
For the first time.
But she didn't smell happy wolves.
She smelt war, death and fear.
She really couldn't keep her excitement in.
Fighting!
Her eyes scanned the area that she was in, but thee were no injured wolves, as she hoped.
"Faren, what should I do?"
In her mind, she felt Faren cringe, as if upset. (Guess why?)
Fight.
Character’s name: Feir
Age: Two winters and an Autumn
Breed Wolf, Gray.
Gender: Female
Alliance: Darks
Desired Position: She just wants to be a Dark.
Personality: Her personality.. You might think that it's a bit familiar.
Feir had adopted her father's bravery, but unfortunately, her mother's insanity. The two don't mix well. She's overly paranoid, and good things seem to hurt her.
Appearance: Her back is black, but her legs are a silver color. She had gotten her mother's stunning green eyes, which clashed with her coat.
History:
"I don't care what you say," Faren snarled brutally. "I don't want you near my puppies."
"They're mine too," Shayden protested.
Feir could not yet hear, or see, but she felt strange tremors on the ground - scaring her.
Now, she wasn't supposed to hear anything.. she knew that. But she had her mother's intelligence, and obviously, her insanity.
A loud, high pitched sound was set off in her head - it made her wince and cry out.
But Faren was too busy yelling to notice the runts pain, and Feir's siblings were just like her - blind and deaf. At the moment.
Feir gathered all her strength and pushed herself onto her paws.
Padding blindly, she hit something hard and her legs buckled.
Stronger tremors were shaking the ground now, and Feir's panic was growing.
Her nose was all she could rely on, but now, all she could smell was a slightly irony scent.
She waited for hours, her hunger growing as much as her fear, and was suddenly swept off of her paws. Soon the smell was gone, and Feir automatically felt safer.
"Why don't you look like us?" Rhondis, a puppy just a few hours older then Feir, asked.
"Because i'm special!" Indeed, she was.. Much more intelligent than all the dogs put together, and much more insane.
Smirking, Rhondis obviously wasn't satisfied, but the answer was good enough. He ran off towards the woods to play with his other siblings, and beckoned to Feir to follow. She stood up to follow, but stopped.
Don't. You'll see why.
Feir sat back, and watched intently, wondering why the voice had stopped her.
This voice was obviously very logical.. It seemed as if it sensed things that she could not.
Watching Rhondis run gleefully, the grin that had plastered itself on her muzzle quickly faded as she heard a sharp sound and dozens of pained yelps. (But, um, he escaped. He's my Rhondis, 'member.)
The irony smell returned to her nostrils, and Feir knew what that meant.
Death.
Whimpering, she hurried back to the cave where her mother, Arrel, rested.
"Mother!" She cried numbly, remembering over and over again the frenzied yelps..
Arrel raised her head and stared directly at Feir.
Her lips curled up over her canines, and Arrel growled.
"You," Her tone was cold - it was nothing like Feir had heard before."You killed them. You and your damned race.."
Feir shook her head and backed away, confused. "Mother.." She began, but was quickly cut off.
"I'm not your mother!" Arrel boomed, her voice loud and angry.
"You're not a dog ; you're a wolf. You killed my puppies. You killed me."
Arrel stood up, and Feir noticed that her stomach had been ripped apart, along with her chest.
"Wolves," the dog wheezed, "and you are one."
Feir bowed her head, and suddenly let out a fierce snarl.
"How dare you blame me for this! I didn't do anything ; I didn't even know I was a wolf. I don't even know what a wolf is!" Gruesome images were already filling her mind - the bloody carcasses of Rhondis and the rest, and a picture of a wolf intruded into her imagination.
It looked exactly like her.
Feir's eyes narrowed at Arrel, and she growled frostily.
"I would take the pain away for you, but i'll just make it worse." She quickly added the last part as she watched Arrel sink pathetically to the ground.
Rearing up on her hind legs, her front canines sink mercilessly into the back of Arrel's neck.
As the salty taste of blood filled her mouth, Feir let go and chuckled.
Arrel whined, and Feir fled, still chuckling happily.
"Why didn't you ever tell me that I was a.. not a dog?" Feir asked, already forgetting the name of what she was.
I decided that it would be more satisfying to find out on your own..
Feir stopped running, and started to think.
"Who are you?"
Basically, i'm you.
It wasn't. This voice.. it wasn't her. It was much older and wiser then she would have ever been, and it seemed to know things no wolves could know.
"Please, tell me your name..."
The voice in her head seemed to sigh, as if it was annoyed.
My name is Faren.
(DIDN'T EXPECT THAT, DID YOU? I know it's a long history. But I just have to talk about her so much..)
Picture:
IC:
Ouch.
Picking up her front paw fretfully, she examined the sharp twig lodged in her paw.
She gripped it with her teeth and tore it out, irritated.
Her ears perked up as a red liquid leaked from the cut, but she wasn't concentrating on the blood.
Wolves.
She should've been happy, she would see her own kind..
For the first time.
But she didn't smell happy wolves.
She smelt war, death and fear.
She really couldn't keep her excitement in.
Fighting!
Her eyes scanned the area that she was in, but thee were no injured wolves, as she hoped.
"Faren, what should I do?"
In her mind, she felt Faren cringe, as if upset. (Guess why?)
Fight.
ACCEPTED!
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