Post by skeith on Jun 7, 2009 17:05:53 GMT -8
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Name; Nahrus
Age; 4 Years
Gender; Female
Breed; Tundra/ Eurasian
Desired Pack; Cestos/Beta
Appearance:-Pelts come in an array of hues and qualities, yet none are more so stranger than this fae's. A short-haired coat as brilliant as autumn leaves adorns a toned, streamline frame accented with flecks of cream and beige, and is groomed regularly. The spectrum of reds and orange allows for suburb hiding within an environment of the likeness, but within a contrasting terrain, she would be hard-pressed to go unnoticed. A cream colored belly, a desirable analogous trait extends length-wise, running a path between her legs and extending over her chest to cradle the underside of a slender muzzle. The appendage is topped with a rebellious obsidian tuff of fur and an equally dark fleshed nose.
-Yet the onyx speck is not the only oddity of her physique. Dark umber boots cover the fore and hind legs, enhancing the quality of her pelt as gifted coat. The receding line of the boots blend well into the border of deep red and orange, and her large, abnormally girthed paws are covered in black.
-But clothing aside, perhaps the most striking feature of this femme are her eyes. Twin crystalline gems accented with a translucent grey, a more stunning contract to her form but all the more draws attention to this captivating creature. And as a minor detail, the accessories if you will, lengthy auditories share the same onyx flecking at their tips while a full auburn tinted plume completes this ensemble.
Personality:-In the eyes of most: A defensive female that takes insult to just about anything, from something as simple as her walk, to her methods for finding food. But, while she may appear to frighten easily, this is not the case. If anything she is quick to assert herself as brave at the worst of times...which may serve as her downfall in the end.
-In the presence of males: To males, she is sweet and loving, regardless of rank. Contrary to belief, this is not to better her chances at mating, but instead she simply enjoys their company the most. Should a brute be not too concerned about rank, she would initiate a game between them, preferably a physical dance to test strength and ability. She is in no way easily attracted, and is perhaps one of the most pickiest females.
Her desires for a companion of her own are hard to appease, given her want is constantly changing, though she has a few set ideals in mind. First, a mental attraction must be formed. The mind is a terrible thing to waste and if a male is more concerned about using all the muscles save for the one that matters, she will not give the time of day to him. Next, an emotional bound. There must be an unnamed element that keeps her wanting more. The desire to follow and learn from this male, to indulge in his likes and dislikes must present itself...so long as he's not completely brain dead. And lastly, drive; the will and desire to get what he wants, whether it be her or some goal on the distant horizon. Ambition is key. It proves that this wolf has the will to do something more than just eat, sleep, and bark orders.
Many males she had encounter display these qualities...but none in the right combination. None the less, she is kind to them all.
-In the company of pups: A regular sweetheart to the young ones, regardless of their parent or rank. She is more prone to play and romp around with the pups teaching them the skills they need while maintaining a joyful air.
History:-Where do pups come from? A mother and a sire of course. And often, the female produces a litter...and out of that, if the female is easily swayed by appearance, favorites are picked. Nahrus was not a favorite.
-From the time she could hear and see, she was isolated from her mother and the rest of the pack. It was only her sire that gave attention to her. Her brothers, Devy, Yeta, and Karne were coddled and praised by the pack. The Alpha proclaimed that they showed promise for being great warriors and would aid the pack in its growth. They were the 'perfect' set, leaving the only female of the litter to fall by the wayside. The young pup never knew what it meant to be angry or jealous...nor how to act upon these new feelings. When her little legs could support her weight, she distanced herself from the pack, taking it upon herself to venture around their territory, awaking her senses to the new sights and sounds that nature had to offer. She was often accompanied by her sire, who admired her drive and eagerness to learn the world around her. They kept silent their adventures making each day a treasure to be coveted.
-But as the male trio grew older, they too wanted to venture and the Alpha praised them for their eagerness. Nahrus watched on as the Alpha accompanied the trio day after day, showing them the ways of the world. When offered the chance to join them, the female denied, claiming she had already explored the domain and there was nothing on interest to her. Of course it was taken as a lie and the pup was further deemed useless. Her ambition was lacking, she was told..but she knew this wasn't the case.
-Upon her second year, she left the pack. With only a word to her sire the day before, she left in the dead of night, silently cursing misfortune upon the pack that treated her so unfairly. On that night, she ran as far as her legs could carry her, and treaded on still even as her limbs grew numb and paws pulsed with agony. Freedom had never hurt or tasted so sweet. The land was hers now to do as she pleased, to mark her own path and see what the world outside her pack had to offer. It was an adventure not to be missed...and she intended to capture this opportunity.
Over time, through the trials and unforgiving nature of life, she was finally given the break she deserved in the form of tan and black fur. With her always is her mate Exile, her treasured gift from the Fates. Met through fleeting circumstances, the pair share an unbreakable bond. After their brief encounter, the two were drawn back together in which they consimated their union as mates.
It is unclear whether or not she carries pups, but it's certain she is very tempermental...
RP example;
Nahrus had come to learn that dialog with her leader tended to hold more emotion and meaning than he let on. It was not easy to decipher, but for one who was used to clever veils and turn of phrase, it was easier for her to determine that the male was not pleased. His voice may have been soft and steady, yet there was an underlying tone, a gentle warning that sent the auburn femme's ridge on end. For the sake of maintaining her composed exterior she inhale deeply the night air and released a silent sigh though onyx nares. Moonlit hues shone over the male with attentiveness and dread for what she assumed would be her punishment.
He mentioned Outlaw, and instantly an image of that scraggy, rebellious wolf came to mind. Nahrus expression was that of disbelief. Had he really thought she would follow that runaway train? It may have seemed she was interested in what he did (or didn't) have to offer, but to join him. The thought was absurd. Yet another weaseled its way into her mind bringing the fae's cranium to tip slightly to the left. Had he not expected her to return? She chuckled softly, not as a disrespect to Altaire, but simply the notion of running off with that scrap of wolf amused her. "I can assure you, Altaire I found nothing interesting about that wolf. After my leave I didn't encounter him again. I knew of his kind, as I once partook in rebellious acts myself...and the want to return was tempting yes..." The mirthful light in her eyes waned. "But that life would no longer suffice. My wants and desires are different. I have asked to be accepted into this Family..and I intend to hold to that." His second warning too stuck in her mind but it fueled her determination to stay all the more. Stance lost what little sluggishness was present, as she took on a new stature. Tail still hung from it proper height, yet proud rusted dome was poised and held steady by a firm neck and supportive shoulders. The light of determination was all too obvious in those dual glittering gems.
"My want is to remain here within this Family with you, Altaire. And my desire is to provide for this pack and aid in its growth by any means. I will not leave, lest you cast me away. This I can promise." Her proclamation did well to startle the fae even as the words poured out of her own maw. Never before had she held such ambition and drive for anything... Yet now, she had permanently cemented herself within the Fatality, casting away all the freedoms she once held in high regard. It was a sacrifice, yes. But hopefully the end result would be worth it.
It was not until Nahrus had a moment to digest what was spoken that she thought of a certain tan and onyx brute somewhere off in the wilderness. Now..it really would be up to the Fates to decide whether or not they would see each other again. She silently prayed they would not be so cruel to deny her this privilege.