Post by Greenwolf on Mar 27, 2006 2:41:20 GMT -5
Name: Curse
Gender: Female
Age: 3 years
Species: Wolf
Pack: [Unknown]
Status: Loner
Territory: [Wander]
Appearance: Curse’s fur is solid black the only bit of colour found upon her sleek body is of light flesh pink that forms a cross-shaped scar on her right cheek. One of her ears has a triangular chunk cut out of it. Her eyes are jet black and emotionless. It is difficult to spot her at night even with the keenest eyes. Although she is not extremely large wolf, she is strong and very swift which allows her to run vast distances without much effort.
Personality: She is silent as the grave and doesn’t like communicating with others and mostly just blinks in response. Curse prefers to be a loner, although deep down she wants to be apart of a pack. She is never known to let her emotions rule her, which makes her a perfect killer and hunter. Even in the most dangerous situations she will meet it unfazed. She is usually described as a depressing personality.
History: Curse’s early days were carefree and enjoyable; she had a loving family and friends among her pack. Her unusual black eyes were fill happiness and she would often spend her days playing among the trees with her friend, Dock. Like all young pups she loved to run about causing the other pack members strife. Life was good, and she thought it would never change, how wrong she was.
One night, she woke from her dreams; a feeling of dread and fear plagued her. Looking to the moon she noted it was riding its peak. A smile formed on her muzzle, she loved looking at the moon. As her watched the moon, a shriek cried out from the dark forest, within a matter of seconds she found herself running towards the sound. The shriek cut off abruptly which made her double her efforts, jumped into a clearing she stood posed for action with her black pelt immerse in moonlight, turning her head towards the moon she smiled. But the smile didn’t last long; she soon got the unescapable feeling that she was been watched. Curse didn’t even have time to look. A dark form rushed toward and slammed her against a wide oak tree, the impact of the attack caused her breath to be drawn outwards from her lungs. Then her vision blurred and she fainted into the darkness of her unconscious mind.
She was woken by the heavy gleam of sunlight that shone down upon her fallen form. Standing on shaking legs she closed her eyes she tried to remember last night’s events, her head was pounding. Then suddenly her eyes shoot open, with her heart hammering in panic she raced back to the last place she left her pack. The icy cold hand of fear was clamped tightly upon her heart, as she ran her legs were a blur.
When she reached her pack, the sickly smell of blood seemed to taint the air. Her pack never left, their blood was still soaking into the moist earth, and the reddest of the blood seemed to engulf the entire area. Trees and plants were speckled with drops of the sticky blood and the flesh was torn from their bodies and only the white gleam of bones remained.
Her pack was gone. All those she cared for were gone in one dreadful night. Tilting her muzzle to the sky she let out a mournful howl, which echoed among the deathly silent forest. She stayed with her pack until nightfall, nudging their remains begging them to wake. Tears still streamed from her eyes when she turned from the horrid grave of her pack, and with all her strength she ran away. She would get revenge on what ever did this to her loved ones. Curse often wondered why her parents chosen her name, now with bitter hatred she finally understood. She was now a curse upon what ever did this. Her eyes glazed over and lost the happiness that once filled them. Travelling many miles over many different landscapes, she began to kill many unfortunate victims in the hope that if she killed enough creatures she would finally kill the thing that slaughtered her pack. But she has not found the killer, not yet…
Sample Role-Play: The silvery moon hung in the deepening black hue of night’s sky, below Curse walked steadily through the dark forest. Her black eyes searching the darkness from her next victim, she prayed that soon she would find the creature that she was hunting, the long journey was starting to tax upon her sane mind, which was full with doubt that she would never find it and the further away her quest strayed that stronger those depressing thoughts grew. Her thick black pelt shook as she tried to rid herself of such morbid thoughts, she WOULD find that dreaded creature and make it pay for that pain it caused her and her deceased pack.
A sharp sound echoed among the forest, Curse’s eyes pricked at the noise and she raced towards it, thoughts of murderous rage swam through her mind, eating away at her sanity. Jumping over a fallen log, she came into the view of a creature that the cry emanated from. As she landed suddenly upon the solid ground, the creature took to the air with a shriek of anger and surprised. ‘D*mn bird’ she thought bitterly, then continued her journey with a heavy heart.
Gender: Female
Age: 3 years
Species: Wolf
Pack: [Unknown]
Status: Loner
Territory: [Wander]
Appearance: Curse’s fur is solid black the only bit of colour found upon her sleek body is of light flesh pink that forms a cross-shaped scar on her right cheek. One of her ears has a triangular chunk cut out of it. Her eyes are jet black and emotionless. It is difficult to spot her at night even with the keenest eyes. Although she is not extremely large wolf, she is strong and very swift which allows her to run vast distances without much effort.
Personality: She is silent as the grave and doesn’t like communicating with others and mostly just blinks in response. Curse prefers to be a loner, although deep down she wants to be apart of a pack. She is never known to let her emotions rule her, which makes her a perfect killer and hunter. Even in the most dangerous situations she will meet it unfazed. She is usually described as a depressing personality.
History: Curse’s early days were carefree and enjoyable; she had a loving family and friends among her pack. Her unusual black eyes were fill happiness and she would often spend her days playing among the trees with her friend, Dock. Like all young pups she loved to run about causing the other pack members strife. Life was good, and she thought it would never change, how wrong she was.
One night, she woke from her dreams; a feeling of dread and fear plagued her. Looking to the moon she noted it was riding its peak. A smile formed on her muzzle, she loved looking at the moon. As her watched the moon, a shriek cried out from the dark forest, within a matter of seconds she found herself running towards the sound. The shriek cut off abruptly which made her double her efforts, jumped into a clearing she stood posed for action with her black pelt immerse in moonlight, turning her head towards the moon she smiled. But the smile didn’t last long; she soon got the unescapable feeling that she was been watched. Curse didn’t even have time to look. A dark form rushed toward and slammed her against a wide oak tree, the impact of the attack caused her breath to be drawn outwards from her lungs. Then her vision blurred and she fainted into the darkness of her unconscious mind.
She was woken by the heavy gleam of sunlight that shone down upon her fallen form. Standing on shaking legs she closed her eyes she tried to remember last night’s events, her head was pounding. Then suddenly her eyes shoot open, with her heart hammering in panic she raced back to the last place she left her pack. The icy cold hand of fear was clamped tightly upon her heart, as she ran her legs were a blur.
When she reached her pack, the sickly smell of blood seemed to taint the air. Her pack never left, their blood was still soaking into the moist earth, and the reddest of the blood seemed to engulf the entire area. Trees and plants were speckled with drops of the sticky blood and the flesh was torn from their bodies and only the white gleam of bones remained.
Her pack was gone. All those she cared for were gone in one dreadful night. Tilting her muzzle to the sky she let out a mournful howl, which echoed among the deathly silent forest. She stayed with her pack until nightfall, nudging their remains begging them to wake. Tears still streamed from her eyes when she turned from the horrid grave of her pack, and with all her strength she ran away. She would get revenge on what ever did this to her loved ones. Curse often wondered why her parents chosen her name, now with bitter hatred she finally understood. She was now a curse upon what ever did this. Her eyes glazed over and lost the happiness that once filled them. Travelling many miles over many different landscapes, she began to kill many unfortunate victims in the hope that if she killed enough creatures she would finally kill the thing that slaughtered her pack. But she has not found the killer, not yet…
Sample Role-Play: The silvery moon hung in the deepening black hue of night’s sky, below Curse walked steadily through the dark forest. Her black eyes searching the darkness from her next victim, she prayed that soon she would find the creature that she was hunting, the long journey was starting to tax upon her sane mind, which was full with doubt that she would never find it and the further away her quest strayed that stronger those depressing thoughts grew. Her thick black pelt shook as she tried to rid herself of such morbid thoughts, she WOULD find that dreaded creature and make it pay for that pain it caused her and her deceased pack.
A sharp sound echoed among the forest, Curse’s eyes pricked at the noise and she raced towards it, thoughts of murderous rage swam through her mind, eating away at her sanity. Jumping over a fallen log, she came into the view of a creature that the cry emanated from. As she landed suddenly upon the solid ground, the creature took to the air with a shriek of anger and surprised. ‘D*mn bird’ she thought bitterly, then continued her journey with a heavy heart.