Narukia Oriana; Loner

[narukia]

Name: Narukia Oriana
Clan: N/A
Age: Five years and three months
Gender: Female
Desired Position: Loner
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Short Description: She is different, unlike others. She likes being this way; she's nobodies toy, but she's not agressive, either.
Breed(required for dogs):

Wolf

Appearance:

Narukia is not a solid white female, and she would hate being labled one. she has a pelt that is tainted yellow and light brown along her flanks, back and parts of her face. patches under her amberey eyes that look as though light silver cling-film has been wrapped around them are white, and so is her belly and the insides of her legs. Her back legs, especially at the knee joint, are yellow in colour. The ends of each hair is not white, but the roots are. From living in the wild, and not too iffy about her appearance lets dirt cling to her fur; some of those silver hairs are filth she's picked up from the earth.

This female is rather nicely proportioned; her body is large and tall, she stands at 40" at the shoulder, being one of the largest ever wolves. Her legs are long, but they are by no means lanky. In face her legs are probably the thickest part of her body compared to other wolves; they are like cyllanders(sp?) and and ended with reasonable large paws; not too big, but they look small on her legs.
Her face is small, but her head is rather large, what with all her long hair.

Narukia's physique is more on the normal side; she is not thin, but she is not build for heavyweight champion either. She has the shoulder's for fighting, yes, but her chest is flat and not barrel-like. Muscle seems to take over her body, rather than fat, but it is not excessive, and her pelt is naturally stretched, and so she may look slightly on the plump side because of her hanging fur.

Her nsoe is dark grey, but not really black, and her eyes, as stated before, are amber in color. Though something about them look as though there is something on top; it is not a vibrant color, a mere dull shade of yellow. It's like a silvery transluscent cling-film has been placed over them. It's rather unsettling to stare into them, when she is staring back at you; it feels as though she is staring right through your lies.

This female will never prance around with her tail in the air, strictly owning the land, and she is not agressive, either. Her posture is forever relaxed, and it is rather rare to see her in a submissive pose, and she tries her best to avoid packs at all costs. She tries not to fight, as she weighs 170 lbs and could squash one rather easily. Her jaws are advances, and can hold onto any form of prey firmly, unless her strength or above.

Personality:

Narukia. Ah, she is a strange wolf; she acts as though no fears bestow her soul, yet there are some that inhabit her. But these are not stereotypical fears, such as death, being a rouge, depression, going insane, large wolves that could harm her, or anything along those lines. In fact, all of those things, those things so many were afraid of, she invited them. Death, what was so scary about that? It's just like being afraid to hunt, to eat, to sleep, to reproduce. It was natural and it was the last thing anyone did in their lives'. So, what was Narukia afraid of?
Well, first thing she was afraid of was the one thing that, she believed, was your true guide; the subconciousness. Through her eyes, the subconcious was the home of dreams, the future, the past, your DNA, your everything; and that includes your fears. it is where the real you lives, it is where your thoughts come from; they are mere messages from the mixture of wolves that live in you, to try and show you the right way.

She believes in some form of reincarnation; when one dies, their subconsious goes and dissolves into air. When a new pup is born, there will be a race between the subconciousness. The first to arrive, will eb the main personality, the second to arrive will be there half the time, and usually the wolf's concence. The third are those things you think or believe every once in a while, and the fourth is the dreams, the fears and the things you like. That is why, to Narukia, absoloutly no-one is pure, no-one is evil.
This whole theory, it scares her shitless, if you'll excuse my french.

Everything else she is afraid of falls into this category; dreams, gaurdian angels, religeon, emotions; everything that makes a wolf a wolf, and not even a wolf; what makes a bird, a snake, an alligator, what makes Earth the Earth. All these things, the things one cannot see, the sences we are not blessed with, and, on top of all, being normal. This is what scares Narukia, mainly.

Narukia is, quite practical, also the pretender. She does not lie about silly things, such as her name, where she is from, etc. If she wishes someone not to know about her, she wouldn't tell them. Ms Oriana is not worried about telling another in the loner lands to mind their language if they are younger than her, or if they have awoken her from a slumber. She will not tolerate loud wolves, that believe they own the free lands. She lives in the free lands, and yes, everyone has the right to swair as loud as they please, but not to bring her from a peaceful day or nights' sleep. Although she respects others, only to the extenct to how they would respect her.

History:

She doesn't really remember much of it, but it was ok. Narukia was born into a pack, the alphas daughter, with her sister and brother. The three of the cubs were very close. They learnt to hunt and feed together, and helped each other through all the times rough. Life was so easy.

Their parents were rather srtict and tried their best to manage their cubs so they were fit leaders. her sister followed out of submission and fear of her father, whilst her brother had issues with his sire. he hated him so badly, that he followed his command only to use all his tricks and become a better leader or alpha. Narukia, on the other hand, refused kindly, and only followed when she deemed it right.
Her mother was just about as afraid of her mate as Narukia's sister was. in fact, Mrs.Oriana was more of a push-over, and when she saw Mr.Oriana going to the extenct of attackign his own son during the mateing season, she was too afraid to jump in and save her own offspring.

They matured. Their borhter sexually matured quicker than Narukia and her sister. He began to go off, leaving the sisters alone. Her brother found himself some female that the others didn't take much a liking to. And in the end, they left. Not because they were upset; they tolerated his female. They just wanted their own lives. Soon the two split in their own directions, and everything was the same it is now for Narukia.

She met a few males, had a few litters. She didn't think of them as much; she wasn't a very *friendly* person or a sleeper, though. She just reproduced. She wasn't crazy with it; she only did it when she felt it right. All her cubs, who she doesn't really look as as her offspring, have left for their own lives.

IC:

What, like a roleplay example? Isn't that humongous app a good enough show? Here we go...


"So, you're not a giant fox then? Are you sure?" Lahar carried on, prodding poor Ferroj mentally. "I hear they're quite the tricksters, pulling pranks on wolves by making them think they are one of wolf kind, then stealing out from under a wolf's nose. You wouldn't be trying something like that with me, now would you?"

Ferroj's eyes widened with the thought of theft, murder and all evil. How could someone even think that little Ferroj would lie to another?
"I-I? Me? I... I like you... I would no.. would no--t be c-cruel? I a friend maned wolf..."

But Ferroj was somewhat cut off, when Lahar decided to carry out more of his plan. More about him not being a big red fox.
"If you're not a giant fox, then maybe you'd be so kind to prove it," he told Ferroj, who, again, tilted his head to the other side. His white-tipepd tail flickered this way and that. "I hear that, though they are clever things, they can't catch fish. So if you can catch a fish, then I'll believe you that you aren't a giant fox out to take advantage of me and I'll tell you my name. If you can't catch a fish, well..."

While Lahar talked to Ferroj, he had to crane his neck to look up at the taller red wolf. Within taking note of this, Ferroj decided to be kind, and took a step back, so that Lahar could look forewards, and slightly upwards, so his neck muscles were at ease. Then, Ferroj decided it was time to think and answer.
Of course thinking was much harder for Ferroj than it was for Lahar. the lucky timber.

"If I... catch fish... you believe I not a fox?" He asked, making sure that Lahar wasn't the fox making tricks. His eyebrows cocked, and narrowed, as if trying to suss him out. Sadly, Lahars wall of protection from his lies were too thick for Ferroj's measly little mind. "I not very good at hunting... but I save my little sister from fire. She look like you... but she is no here, so I have no proof. But I not very good hunting... so.. were the fishies?"

Ferroj was confused and he knew not what to say, but then he eyed the area around him. Of course, the lake! Without thinking, Ferroj began to run on his long, sure-footed legs, his strides taking up to a metre each. He looked like some sort of strange cheetah, as if flying down to the lake. When he reached the shore, he slowed and stopped, his little cat-like black paws getting sprinkled with water sprays. Looking back over his shoulder to Lahar, he called out "Come! Fishies are here, I catch one for you!"

The maned wolf looked back to the waters, blue and swirling before him. Then it became still, and he saw himself staring down, staring up. His orange eyes looked into the strong, masculine, grown face before him. He also, like Lahar, expected to see a small pup there. He wasn't able to move his maw to the fish that swam below him, instead he stood, standing high, his black mane showing to Lahar, his bright orange back and dark grey muzzle gazing dead-like up from the cold, spraying water. This is what Ferroj looked like...

[[ Above From Meutrivar ]]


Realine was... well, not a spy, but he liked to follow others, snoop around, you know? He liked to know what others were up to, what they were planning or plotting, what they thought of him and what they thought of her. Where they went when they were angry, sad, happy, defensive. Especially the guys he didn't like, the guys who got on his nerves, the peoples that he was suspicious about.
So what did he do? He followed them. Who did he follow? Everyone. Anyone in particular? Chalice.

Ah, yes, Chalice. The magnificent she-wolf that he just happened to somewhat hate. She had this kind-of feeling to her, something that prodded him over and over. He didn't know what, but he senced her aura did not like his, and his did not like hers. Just... something. They didn't mesh well together, at least on his part. To Realine, Chalice was a kiss-up.

Voices from the inside of a cave she walked into. he scurried over and after missing the first few words he scolded himself silently for being so stupid.
"...woke you. I did not see you when I entered, so I presumed all was well..." Chalice's voice. He knew her voice from when she said 'Chanile reporting' bakc at the meeting. he listened more intensly.

Another voice, the voice he heard before, but quieter and further away. "I'll let it slide, I suppose."
realine felt eyes glued to the front of the cave, as if the wolf... wait... that wasn't a wolf inside! A dog! Chalice, one of the Arburey Falls wolves was talking with a mutt? What the hell! The traitor!

Lucky for him, they didn't see him... he hoped...

[[ Above From Liberalis Arcanus ]]

[>>Rukia]

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[narukia]

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