Post by -NightShade- on Oct 31, 2009 15:49:11 GMT -5
Character's Name // Viska (Means Whisper)
Age // 3 Years
Breed // Arctic Wolf [X] Grey Wolf
Gender // Female
Alliance // Headhunters
Fur Colour // White
Eye Colour // Grey
Appearance details // Viska has the appearance of an arctic wolf, aside from her eyepatch, but she has the built of a grey wolf. Although this has caused her a problem with her past, she finds its useful in her present. Her build has caused her not be as frail as her ancestors, but has hindered her when she tried to blend into a forest enviroment.
History // Viska was bought up in a pack of arctic wolves, they were proud and stern and strict on their pedegree bloodlines. Viska's great grandmother bred with a grey wolf from outside the pack, and these bloodlines have caused disgrace to her family, the pack attempted to destroy all traces of this bloodline. Some pups survived, if they didn't resemble the grey wolf from the past. When Viska was born, she was an unwanted reminder of this, because of her eyepatch. When she reached two years of age, the pack gave her a choice, to leave, or to die. She let without a fuss, and was happy to start a new life.
Personality // Viska isn't as proud as her relatives, but there is still a clear note of pride within her. She likes to follow her instincts and does things on impluse, even if it goes against what those above her dictate. She is usually loyal to those who earn her respect, but expects respect in return. She is calm in situations where others might panic, but is increadibly stubborn in her views. She believes that people should learn from their mistakes, and isn't particularily sympathetic, but still is loving to those she cares about. She is adverturous and active, and is always on alert. She enjoys running and arguing, but dislikes fighting, she prefers to attack others with words, she has quick wit and can be sarcastic to those she dislikes. She is a fast and swift mover, and can track well, but isn't good when it comes to the killing when she hunts, her striking appearance makes it hard to hide from her prey.
First Post // Is a sample post from a previous site okay?
Kai sat neatly up on the highest rock, delicatly watching over the savanna. Finally, she was home. She sighed breifly, a small smile playing across her lips as the gazelle raced together through th long grass, they were not bothered by her presence, she was clearly not hunting today. Her tail curled around herself and she closed her eyes for a second, breathing in deeply, her nose took in all the scents of the surroundings that she had missed for so long, and she vowed never to leave the pridelands again, not even for a second. As she breathed out, she found herself filled with a sudden calm, this is how life should be. She thought to herself. And she opened her dirt brown eyelids to once again reveal her beautiful emerald green eyes, ones much like her younger brother, Bolt and her uncle, Caln.
What these emerald eyes saw next confused the young lioness, and she tilted her head lightly to one side. She watched curiously as the two frolicing gazelle suddenly changed, they ran now, side by side, but not together. They were running away, fleeing these rocks, their eyes were widened in a look of pure terror and Kai was certain she could even see their little hearts fluttering inside their frightened chests. Did I do something? She thought blindly to herself, and looked down at the dirty ground, ashamed of scaring the magestic creatures, she had truly enjoyed watching them play.
She felt a warm tickling breath on the back of her neck, and for the first time, sensed the presence of another lion. Kai had never been any good at fighting or hunting, she had always felt her senses had been dulled. There wasn't time for her to turn her slim neck round and face her killer. The ground was no longer beneath her paws and she felt the strong wind blowing at her fur with an icy chill, Strange, she thought to herself, her final thought actually, she was sure there had been no breeze before she fell.
Cats always land on their feet. This cat landed on an uneven rock, her right leg folded beneath her and she tumbled down the clifface of jagged rocks, every inch of her body covered in bruising and blood. Her eyes remained open, wide open like the gazelle, but they saw nothingness. Her body lay lifeless, dead on the ground. And the figure up on the rocks laughed, a long slow laugh. It marked its scent on the nearby rock, then dissappeared into the foliage, back to the outlands. He did not smell of Kai's family. He didn't even know this lioness.
Age // 3 Years
Breed // Arctic Wolf [X] Grey Wolf
Gender // Female
Alliance // Headhunters
Fur Colour // White
Eye Colour // Grey
Appearance details // Viska has the appearance of an arctic wolf, aside from her eyepatch, but she has the built of a grey wolf. Although this has caused her a problem with her past, she finds its useful in her present. Her build has caused her not be as frail as her ancestors, but has hindered her when she tried to blend into a forest enviroment.
History // Viska was bought up in a pack of arctic wolves, they were proud and stern and strict on their pedegree bloodlines. Viska's great grandmother bred with a grey wolf from outside the pack, and these bloodlines have caused disgrace to her family, the pack attempted to destroy all traces of this bloodline. Some pups survived, if they didn't resemble the grey wolf from the past. When Viska was born, she was an unwanted reminder of this, because of her eyepatch. When she reached two years of age, the pack gave her a choice, to leave, or to die. She let without a fuss, and was happy to start a new life.
Personality // Viska isn't as proud as her relatives, but there is still a clear note of pride within her. She likes to follow her instincts and does things on impluse, even if it goes against what those above her dictate. She is usually loyal to those who earn her respect, but expects respect in return. She is calm in situations where others might panic, but is increadibly stubborn in her views. She believes that people should learn from their mistakes, and isn't particularily sympathetic, but still is loving to those she cares about. She is adverturous and active, and is always on alert. She enjoys running and arguing, but dislikes fighting, she prefers to attack others with words, she has quick wit and can be sarcastic to those she dislikes. She is a fast and swift mover, and can track well, but isn't good when it comes to the killing when she hunts, her striking appearance makes it hard to hide from her prey.
First Post // Is a sample post from a previous site okay?
Kai sat neatly up on the highest rock, delicatly watching over the savanna. Finally, she was home. She sighed breifly, a small smile playing across her lips as the gazelle raced together through th long grass, they were not bothered by her presence, she was clearly not hunting today. Her tail curled around herself and she closed her eyes for a second, breathing in deeply, her nose took in all the scents of the surroundings that she had missed for so long, and she vowed never to leave the pridelands again, not even for a second. As she breathed out, she found herself filled with a sudden calm, this is how life should be. She thought to herself. And she opened her dirt brown eyelids to once again reveal her beautiful emerald green eyes, ones much like her younger brother, Bolt and her uncle, Caln.
What these emerald eyes saw next confused the young lioness, and she tilted her head lightly to one side. She watched curiously as the two frolicing gazelle suddenly changed, they ran now, side by side, but not together. They were running away, fleeing these rocks, their eyes were widened in a look of pure terror and Kai was certain she could even see their little hearts fluttering inside their frightened chests. Did I do something? She thought blindly to herself, and looked down at the dirty ground, ashamed of scaring the magestic creatures, she had truly enjoyed watching them play.
She felt a warm tickling breath on the back of her neck, and for the first time, sensed the presence of another lion. Kai had never been any good at fighting or hunting, she had always felt her senses had been dulled. There wasn't time for her to turn her slim neck round and face her killer. The ground was no longer beneath her paws and she felt the strong wind blowing at her fur with an icy chill, Strange, she thought to herself, her final thought actually, she was sure there had been no breeze before she fell.
Cats always land on their feet. This cat landed on an uneven rock, her right leg folded beneath her and she tumbled down the clifface of jagged rocks, every inch of her body covered in bruising and blood. Her eyes remained open, wide open like the gazelle, but they saw nothingness. Her body lay lifeless, dead on the ground. And the figure up on the rocks laughed, a long slow laugh. It marked its scent on the nearby rock, then dissappeared into the foliage, back to the outlands. He did not smell of Kai's family. He didn't even know this lioness.