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Chaos
Jun 17, 2009 16:20:53 GMT -5
Post by Beautiful Chaos on Jun 17, 2009 16:20:53 GMT -5
Name; Chaos
Age; 2 years
Gender; Female
Personality; Chaos is loyal and protective in nature. She is fierce and aggressive when protecting herself. Chaos is gracious and loving when dealing with people who act the same way towards her, but insures that No one ever looks down upon her and never thinks they can push her around. She is a fierce fighter, and can take on someone twice her size without fear. Brave, this is often what she is called. She has a temper. Often snapping at small things, this causes conflict with her to be avoided most often as possible. Chaos is extremely affectionate to her friends and loved playing with the pups. Chaos attracts many wolves, friends and mates alike because of the warm vibes she gives off. Most never last, once they anger her she chases them off and be assures they never want to come back. Chaos enjoys a good swim and loves to indulge in play fighting with others, when they let her. To sum it up, she’s loving on the outside but easily broken through and angered.
Description; She, a Grey wolf, is a lean but has a strong build to her body frame, quite filled out since her younger years. Soft Grey fur, tipped with black, covers her light skin underneath and is long enough to flutter with the wind. Her amber eyes are like frozen fire and her teeth are healthy and her gums are pink. With paws bigger than normal, she struggled with them before, now they only add to her uniquely developed features and help her run through the winter snow. Her ears are thick with her fur to keep them safe and warm, her pads are tough and strong with years of wear to them, that seemed only to improve how well they worked.
Her voice, like velvet, soft and low. Her ears short and her neck long and mobile. She is perfectly adapted. She is beautiful, charming, and lovely. The way her muscles flex when she moves, everything as it should be. Not a hair out of place. Her snout long and her flank fluffed, she is a true example of a wolf, appears to be surviving well in her environment. But looks only get you so far; Can the strength that lays doormat in her muscles save him from the tough task of being dead?
History; I am called cold, my heart is said to be broken and old. This is true. I am tired, tired of the lies I have been told about the love that all wolves are treated with from my pack, tired of being pushed around. When I was a pup, life was cruel and I was faille. Deemed a unstable runt with no chance of survival. But, in a twist of fate, here I am. My mother, she was lovely. A beautiful young female named Hushedsong. My father isn't in any of the faded and worn memories that I can bring back, I don't believe he was ever in them. I remember my siblings and what happened to them too. My mother had given birth in a dusty cave that the alpha pair no longer used. She had left, for food maybe, memories fade. I remember calling out with them for her, and the alpha female coming and taking us one by one to the icy river at the edge of the territory, and to protect her own kin, she tossed us into the tumbling rapids, tossed us in to die.
But, just as before, the faille I didn't perish. I remember the pleas for help from my siblings, then the pain of my lugs crying out for oxygen. A young she wolf, soft and black, who was not my mother or anyone I know, she pulled me into the air. She saved me. A female from the Icy Hills. She brought me home, gave me a home. Like my own mother could not. And now, without her, after she was killed on a hunt, I am alone once again to ponder the idea of fate. The faille one survived. But she is Chaos. Years later I was in a fight with another and was injured, I woke in a cold lonely place, I was dead.
Ability; Eternal Youth
Password; Cheese
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