Post by >>Minds Eye<< on Oct 14, 2007 12:34:31 GMT -5
Name: Mind's Eye // Malory
Clan: Nuvapack
Age: 18.4 Months
Gender: Female
Desired Position: Alpha Female
Picture:
Short Description: Malory is an average sized wolf with a hidden talent of agility
Breed(required for dogs):
A chilled night air penetraited through the cave's entrance. Chilling all that inhabited it. A small pup was curled up against a large fea, their pelts pressed against eachother for warmth. Two more wolves, a fea and a male were curled up in the same fasion, oblivious of their children. The small fea was sound asleep, on the opposite side of the cave as her brother. Moving hurt, and breathing stung, but the pack were well equiped against the chill. Nothing disturbed the night air, except a blood boiling howl, not far from the entrance to the cave. The small fea was the first to wake, struggling to get to her paws, she limped over to her mother and father. Prodding them both with her paws, she was startled by their harsh reaction. Only when they realized that it was Minds Eye, did they relax. "What is it, dear?" Her mother asked, her tone gental, but concerned. Minds Eye glanced out the entrance to the cave, and then turned back to her parents. "Something's out there, something bad." She told them, at first, she expected her father to chuckle and tell her to go back to sleep, but instead, he jumped to his paws, stepping over the sleeping forms of his pack, towards the entrance to the cave. His ears flattened against his head, he turned back to the pack, now somewhat awake. "Prepare for battle." His voice was colder than the air, and Malory felt her mother press her figure against her own.
The wind blew constantly, the first quarter of the pack lined the entrance to the cave, her parents and Kipcha, her mother's sister, were not among them. They all remained with her and Alark, her brother, in the back of the cave. They would wait until the enemy pack was atop them before revealing the power behind the small pack. Malory glanced up at the ever-searching eyes of Kipcha, their foggy glean almost painful to look at. A low growl was humming above the wind, coming from their first force. The pack was nearing them. It wasn't many, only about fourteen, not much more than their own ten. Her position beside Kipcha and Alark didn't allow much of a view point, but she felt safe.
The first howl of battle erupted through the night air, and Malory felt proud to be with those she loved, even if they saw her as some respected figure who couldn't do anything on her own. She saw a flash of fur, and then one of their warriors vanished from the ranks, Harpson. But no one moved to replace it, they had a significant battle technique, reveal only a few at first, and then, when the enemy thinks they've won, they face another force, one of stronger force, and so on.
The battle terrified Malory, but she still fought, she leaped onto an enemy warrior, knocking into him with a force she didn't know she posessed. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw her brother and Kipcha fighting a warrior twice Kipcha's size. Malory was knocked over by a pup a bit bigger than she, his eyes pooling with the essance of battle. She sneered at him, and swept her paws underneath his figure. He slammed down into the snow, and she hit him over the head, hard.
The battle raged, but one howl drew Minds Eye away from it. Kipcha. Her stilts carried her over to the motionless figure of the elder, her sightless eyes stairing into the face of an invisible attacker. Malory raised her maul to the heavens and howled, a howl full of grief and pain. Rage and depression. Nothing seemed to make a noise around her, but she still knew it was going on. Lowering her muzzle to her friend's face, she buried it in her pelt, taking in the familiar scent of her mother's sister, of her best friend, of the only one who understood her. And then she ran. Malory felt the wind in her face, burning her eyes, she ran. Slowly the noise of the battle faded, the sound of the wild more prominant than her own breathing or the blood in her ears.
One thing was obvious in her stride, she wasn't going back, not tommorow, not tonight, not ever. She was free of the stereotyping of her father's pack, of her family, of everyone. She could start anew. Nothing faultered in her step as she ran, her breathing even, the crunch of snow as steady as her heartbeat. Her eyes were clearer than she could remember them ever being.
Yeah I'm hard
And life with me is never easy
To figure out, to love
I'm jaded but oh so lovely
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Clan: Nuvapack
Age: 18.4 Months
Gender: Female
Desired Position: Alpha Female
Picture:
Short Description: Malory is an average sized wolf with a hidden talent of agility
Breed(required for dogs):
Gray WolfAppearance:
Minds eye is an average sized wolf, her thick peppered coat hides her thin figure. Though she has a steady build, that doesn't change the fact that she's very thin.Personality:
Her fluffy tail has mostly silver and black, save for the tip, where it's snow white. Her paws are the same way, the base of them whiter than the snow, while the main of them black and silver.
Her eyes are a strange aqua-marine. They seem cold and reserved, though they aren't. Her emotions are hidden beneath their cold surfaces.
Her coat is peppered black, white, and silver. Thicker around her neck and tail. Her left ear has an unusual red hue to it, the only true difference in her colour scheme. Her long legs have enabled her to be an agile, fast moving wolf with the power to swim. Her athletic build is lean to an extent, she's not too thin, but thin enough to make many of her pack a bit concerned.
Malory has an unusually gental disposition. Her optimistic nature blending with her easy going nature, forming a relaxed wolf. Her sense of humor is only revealed to those she cares about, though a few have discovered it by accedent.History:
She has one talent that is known to her whole pack, and that's the fact that she can figure out the truth from lies. She can also figure out what statements have a double meaning.
Her youth is helpful because she feels closer to her pack than some that are elder than she. Her smile is warm and cairing, and she can relate to many. She is wise for her age, though she doesn't usually reveal that fact.
Minds Eye was born on a chilled winter eve, in a cave many leagues away from her present home. She was the only daughter to a drappa and dragga of a small pack (alphas) She was treated like royalty, though she despised that, no one treated her like the cairing pup that she was. Her only friend was a blind adult who was kept with the pack only because she was her mother's sister. Kipcha (the blind adult) didn't judge Malory as a Drappa's pup, just as a young, gental pup. She never refered to her lineage, but enjoyed her company.IC:
When Kipcha was killed, everything changed for Malory, she didn't have anyone that she could relate to, she felt alone for the first time in her life. Though at the time only about four months of age, she escaped the pack and all of it's stereotyping. She ran for two suns, trying to go wherever she could. She wanted to start anew. That's when she found Nuvapack.
She was accepted into the agile pack, mainly because they saw her talent of agility and swiming. But she didn't care that that's why they allowed her into their pack, she just cared that they didn't ask too many questions. She enjoyed being treated like a normal pup. She trained until she was 12 months of age, and then became a Hunter.
She was close to many of the pack, her gental nature reasuring to many. Though when she was hunting one night, and caught scent of another pack, foreign, yet, familiar. She was nervous at first, until she pinpointed the scent, a pack of fifteen, making their way purposefully towards the camp. She immediatly turned and ran, ran to the Alpha and told him of the danger. By the time the pack revealed itself, Nuvapack was prepared, but when the first paws stepped onto the snow of the camp, Malory froze.
The starting line-up of the pack consisted of her parents and her brother. She was stuck between serving her pack or her family. Before the Alpha gave the order to attack, she threw herself inbetween them, looking at her paws. It was then that she had to explain what she was doing.
Her family demanded that she be returned to them, but Malory screamed at them that she wasn't taken by the Nuvapack, she had run away. That evening was spent with the Alpha male of Nuvapack and her parents, explaining to both of them what had happened. Her parents were furious, though the Alpha of Nuvapack understood. When the meeting was over, Malory slept soundly, but was awoken to the sound of a fight. Her parents hadn't kept their promis to leave, and they'd ended up killing the Alpha. They figured that Nuvapack wouldn't want to keep Minds Eye anymore because it was her fault that he was dead. But they didn't plan on the pack voting her into the position.
To her own surprise, she accepted, and ordered her pack to chase their former Alpha's murder's out of their land. She has yet to see them since that eve.
I'm strong[/i]
But I break
I'm stubborn
And I make plenty of mistakes
A chilled night air penetraited through the cave's entrance. Chilling all that inhabited it. A small pup was curled up against a large fea, their pelts pressed against eachother for warmth. Two more wolves, a fea and a male were curled up in the same fasion, oblivious of their children. The small fea was sound asleep, on the opposite side of the cave as her brother. Moving hurt, and breathing stung, but the pack were well equiped against the chill. Nothing disturbed the night air, except a blood boiling howl, not far from the entrance to the cave. The small fea was the first to wake, struggling to get to her paws, she limped over to her mother and father. Prodding them both with her paws, she was startled by their harsh reaction. Only when they realized that it was Minds Eye, did they relax. "What is it, dear?" Her mother asked, her tone gental, but concerned. Minds Eye glanced out the entrance to the cave, and then turned back to her parents. "Something's out there, something bad." She told them, at first, she expected her father to chuckle and tell her to go back to sleep, but instead, he jumped to his paws, stepping over the sleeping forms of his pack, towards the entrance to the cave. His ears flattened against his head, he turned back to the pack, now somewhat awake. "Prepare for battle." His voice was colder than the air, and Malory felt her mother press her figure against her own.
The wind blew constantly, the first quarter of the pack lined the entrance to the cave, her parents and Kipcha, her mother's sister, were not among them. They all remained with her and Alark, her brother, in the back of the cave. They would wait until the enemy pack was atop them before revealing the power behind the small pack. Malory glanced up at the ever-searching eyes of Kipcha, their foggy glean almost painful to look at. A low growl was humming above the wind, coming from their first force. The pack was nearing them. It wasn't many, only about fourteen, not much more than their own ten. Her position beside Kipcha and Alark didn't allow much of a view point, but she felt safe.
The first howl of battle erupted through the night air, and Malory felt proud to be with those she loved, even if they saw her as some respected figure who couldn't do anything on her own. She saw a flash of fur, and then one of their warriors vanished from the ranks, Harpson. But no one moved to replace it, they had a significant battle technique, reveal only a few at first, and then, when the enemy thinks they've won, they face another force, one of stronger force, and so on.
The battle terrified Malory, but she still fought, she leaped onto an enemy warrior, knocking into him with a force she didn't know she posessed. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw her brother and Kipcha fighting a warrior twice Kipcha's size. Malory was knocked over by a pup a bit bigger than she, his eyes pooling with the essance of battle. She sneered at him, and swept her paws underneath his figure. He slammed down into the snow, and she hit him over the head, hard.
The battle raged, but one howl drew Minds Eye away from it. Kipcha. Her stilts carried her over to the motionless figure of the elder, her sightless eyes stairing into the face of an invisible attacker. Malory raised her maul to the heavens and howled, a howl full of grief and pain. Rage and depression. Nothing seemed to make a noise around her, but she still knew it was going on. Lowering her muzzle to her friend's face, she buried it in her pelt, taking in the familiar scent of her mother's sister, of her best friend, of the only one who understood her. And then she ran. Malory felt the wind in her face, burning her eyes, she ran. Slowly the noise of the battle faded, the sound of the wild more prominant than her own breathing or the blood in her ears.
One thing was obvious in her stride, she wasn't going back, not tommorow, not tonight, not ever. She was free of the stereotyping of her father's pack, of her family, of everyone. She could start anew. Nothing faultered in her step as she ran, her breathing even, the crunch of snow as steady as her heartbeat. Her eyes were clearer than she could remember them ever being.
Yeah I'm hard
And life with me is never easy
To figure out, to love
I'm jaded but oh so lovely
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, and I'll remember that the auditions end on the 20th.