Post by Satinka on May 16, 2011 21:17:51 GMT -5
General
Name: Satinka
Alias: Tinka
Species: Keiyou
Gender: Female
Age: 6
Pack: Awaiting acceptance from the Children of Hivitur Ari
Rank: Unknown
Physical
Height: 37 inches
Weight: 60lbs
Appearance:
Satinka would look like an ordinary wolf, except for her long lashing tail, with its crimpled looking longer hairs etching into the end, and the wings that folded along her back. When looking directly onto Tinka’s face you would first notice that it looks as though she were wearing a mask. A light color of gray and tan mixed together begins at her nose and crawls up her face to envelope her eyes which are then mixed with a dark gray and speckled with darker grays, looking almost black, like the outline of her ears. It seems as though on top and combed through her hair are speckles of the darkest gray, and underneath a lighter dusting of white, tan, and grays mixed together. Her coat and body seem to be bulky and almost out of shape with her large paws and thicker legs.
However to see Tinka on land versus in the air, would amaze and astound any onlooker. As she walks, and travels it would appear as though she were taking her time due to an injury, but it is truly more caution to avoid a fall than anything else. However in a moments notice, that almost uneven gait can be traded in for the length of the sky and a grace within the air that cannot be matched. Her wings unfolded and carrying her over the sky and into the updrafts shows nothing but grace. A wolfish smile full a joy can be seen for any creature close enough to get a good look.
Her eyes which were often shining and full of laughter were the color of a sky right after a storm, a lulling blue mixed with gray. Her maw which is often turned in a careful, guarded smile houses a voice which twinkles like the wind among the forest and streams. Her voice has a playful quality to it, never young, but as though there was no reason to shout, no reason to ever sound loud and threatening. The few times her voice has slithered down into lower octaves is a measure of true anger. Silenced anger was harsher, and more fierce than any loud rage.
Other: n/a
Mental
Strengths:
- The ability to see joy in all types of wolves and personalities gives her the heart to accept all wolves and see their abilities as assets instead of liabilities. Most often dominant personalities would kill a liability or drive them away without seeing the assets that could help them if only given time and control and acceptance.
- An intelligent mind sits behind her accepting personality, which also gives her reasoning and respect for others, no matter their age or abilities. It also makes her an excellent partner and teacher.
-Early training has given her experience in pack structure. Having never been a loner, she may not understand the plight of a lone wolf, but she can understand the need for freedom, as she gains from the sky above.
Weaknesses:
- Sometimes, due to her love of the sky she is hard to be pin-pointed by those who are flightless.
- Her personality being so accepting of others can sometimes be seen as a weakness, and her lack of speed on land can quickly allow someone to midjudge her strength and abilities to protect her family and pack.
- As accepting as she is, anything more than superficial relationships are hard to come by for Tinka. She is that friendly wolf, that you can never really get close to, besides acquaintance-status without a certain amount of work and trust.
Personality:
Tinka is the first wolf to be at a pack member’s side, offering the healing of listening and silence when one needs to grieve, when one needs just a presence to stand beside. She is a strong force in the air, and a comforting, intelligent force on land. She can make you laugh just as much as she can make you think. In her moments and interactions with others she finds that silence first is always golden, because those who choose to speak first often let her know more than they think. There seems to be something right below the surface of her personality that is deeper, more intuitive than a first glance would hint at.
Tinka is more than likely to allow you to speak to her, listen to her ideas and then as you walk away thinking that they were yours, and a slight feeling of confusion follows. She has a way of speaking of things that allows for a general theft of ideas, but it does not bother Tinka, she would rather give up her ideals, newfound discoveries and much more to help the survival of those whom have earned her loyalty. Even though her wings and her strength allow her to be a good fighter, she would rather play the intelligent diplomat. However when intelligence fails, and the fight is truly inevitable, she will meet her match, blow for blow. However, there will be no yowls, or howls of anger. Simple silence and tearing of flesh will be the only sounds to appear in the night. Survival is key, and even as most are run by their instincts and gut feelings not one could get through with any decency without intelligence.
History:
The back-story of Satinka is that of an interesting one. The pack she was raised in had some very old ways of doing things. Even though they were open to the membership of other types of wolves, it was a strictly patriarchal society. The males of the pack ran the hunting, the wars, and kept their females in line. There was no such thing as a couple within her family pack. Males mated with females based on what would bring strength into the pack and keep their territory safe. Once a male mated, the female was left to the care of the other females. Most of the time because they were not allowed to hunt big prey, or fight unless it was to defend the young ones, the females established a hierarchy of their own. Many females banded together to take care of the multiple litters that were birthed around the same time. Males only became involved when it came to the care of their sons who were separated from their mothers as soon as it became possible. The male pups were not forbidden from seeing their mothers, but because no pairs ever mated exclusively, dens were kept separate. A male could stay with a female for a short period during mating, and could continue to visit but the likely hood of exclusive couple-dom was saved for the highest males in the pack and only if they chose it to be so. Few females could handle their mate being with another, and so understandably most females kept to themselves and their pups. Many females wished for females because they could keep their legacy alive, and keep their pups close.
This is where Satinka comes into play. Her father was the second to the pack leader and chose Satinka’s mother for their both being Keiyou and both having desirable personalities. His father was very stern and respectful to his duties. He knew between his loyalties to the leader and his duties, he knew he could never have a permanent mate. However his heart did stay close to her mother. Born into a family of three brothers and herself was hard on Satinka. From the time they were born they were always nuzzling each other, following one another, it was sibling love at its best. Satinka’s father waited as long as he could to take her brothers, based on information her mother gave him. However the pack had rules and he was bound to them. The day her brothers were to be taken from her was the day her heart broke. Small whimpers and cries occurred as one by one they were taken from her. The one look her father gave her was one of love, he actually loved her, a female pup. She pushed herself on wobbling feet to try to follow her brothers and father.
“Why! Why can’t I go with them? Why must they go away…” She fluffed her small wings and ruffled in anger. Soon her mother pulled her by her scruff and turning away with a sad look on her face, returned her to her den. When she set the indignant pup down Satinka pawed her mother’s nose…”Tell me mama….why can’t they stay with us? We always have so much fun…its not fair..” Her head, tails, and wings drooped sadly.. Her mother’s soothing voice rang out as she licked and cleaned her only female pup. “Satinka, this is the way things are done. We as females have other duties to take care of, you have other girl pups, and help us. Your brothers have other duties too, and they must go with your father to learn and that is how our pack will survive..” Satinka’s head rose a little bit..”Why can’t I learn with them? I could help..I could do boy things…” Her timid growls had her tail raising and her wings flapping, and her mother watching her, could not help but laugh. “Maybe as you become an adult you can do those things when you have your own family..” Satinka did not know at the time but her mother had plans for her to leave the pack when she became an adult, she wanted Satinka to be able to do the things she wanted, without being restricted by her natural pack’s rules.
It seemed like the next two years flew by for Satinka. She learned to fly, which the first attempts were, shall we say, heart-wrenching for her mother. Plenty of times, her mother gasped and even had to follow her to stop her skull from meeting the ground in a terrifying crunch. Each time she was saved Tinka would walk on the ground complaining of how she could do it herself, and pranced off, tail held high. Her mother was always astounded at how adult Tinka sounded, and so far she had not been asked to mate, which even Tinka thought was odd. She spent time listening to the other females in her pack, assisting in births, and even having some of the females teach her how to catch small prey. Her mother always seemed nervous when the males came around, and yet she had had other litters with Tinka’ father, and other males as well. Tinka had assisted and loved each pup, but by now she had accepted that only the females would be around to comfort her and her mother and stay beside them. Males were kept at a distance not only by her mother, subtle maneuvers of course, but by her own silence. Most males wanted to choose a female who would have them willingly, and Tinka would have none of it.
It would be another two years when she was four when her mother approached her, heavy again with what would be her last litter. She flew with her daughter up to the cliffs that were now within her control to fly…”My dearest Satinka, it is time for you to leave. I have kept the males away as long as I could, and bore my share of pups, but if you remain, you will never know love, and you will never have the strength to stay alone. I love you as the daughter that remained with me, has helped me through litters, and whom I have loved with all my heart and taught all I could teach….I want for you, your own family, your own life, and not the life of this pack. Find someone with whom you can be more than a litter mother..” She stared at her mother in awe…most members only left out of disgrace, or death, it was not forbidden but not looked well upon either. Her mother spoke again, “I have found love here, but it rips my heart from me each time he comes for my sons, and each time we lay together there is love, but it is not and will never be as well as it could be. You deserve better than this life Tinka..” Her eyes were tearing as she moved her wings, she knew her mother was right, but she could nigh bear to leave her mother. “Mother I know you are right but how will you be when I leave you?” Her mother laughed almost bitterly, “I am used to my children leaving me, and soon my company will consist of other mothers who have made this pack thrive, go Tinka, before we both cannot do this..” She dipped her head and went to lick her mother’s face and nuzzle into her neck and wings. Within a moment later she braced herself and dove over the cliff, hurtling along the drafts to begin her journey away from the only home and pack she had ever known.
It took another two years of traveling and beginning to make her own pack when tragedy struck. Tinka was well on her way to acquiring her own pack, and had a potential mate lined up. They had found and fought for a territory and her potential mate had even taught her how to hunt cohesively and take down large prey as well as fight. However, as she slept one night she was woken to the sound of terrified sounds and the snapping of bones. As she came from her den she saw her fellow pack mates laying around her, burning alive, the large beast in front of her, reptilian, and fierce, fire sparks coming from its mouth. Her mate shouted, “Run, run Satinka..!!” But she couldn’t, she took to the air and began to dive toward the creature, hurling her body into it, feeling her injuries and bones to the point of breaking. She realized too late it was no use, her eyes searched the ground for her mate to be and found him having crawled under a brush, broken and beaten, singed and dying. She landed next to him, looking at his wings, burnt and torn. Tears escaped as he whimpered and closed his eyes, she lay her body down next to him and whimpered as he took one last shuddering breath. Two days later she pulled her aching body up, buried her mate and took flight from the territory of death and destruction, she had to find somewhere, where she could escape this pain, and the loss of now two families, two packs. Over the cliffs she flew eyes keenly looking down over the boundaries. Pack life had been ingrained into her mind and she could not bare to suffer her pain alone.
Other: N/A
Name: Satinka
Alias: Tinka
Species: Keiyou
Gender: Female
Age: 6
Pack: Awaiting acceptance from the Children of Hivitur Ari
Rank: Unknown
Physical
Height: 37 inches
Weight: 60lbs
Appearance:
Satinka would look like an ordinary wolf, except for her long lashing tail, with its crimpled looking longer hairs etching into the end, and the wings that folded along her back. When looking directly onto Tinka’s face you would first notice that it looks as though she were wearing a mask. A light color of gray and tan mixed together begins at her nose and crawls up her face to envelope her eyes which are then mixed with a dark gray and speckled with darker grays, looking almost black, like the outline of her ears. It seems as though on top and combed through her hair are speckles of the darkest gray, and underneath a lighter dusting of white, tan, and grays mixed together. Her coat and body seem to be bulky and almost out of shape with her large paws and thicker legs.
However to see Tinka on land versus in the air, would amaze and astound any onlooker. As she walks, and travels it would appear as though she were taking her time due to an injury, but it is truly more caution to avoid a fall than anything else. However in a moments notice, that almost uneven gait can be traded in for the length of the sky and a grace within the air that cannot be matched. Her wings unfolded and carrying her over the sky and into the updrafts shows nothing but grace. A wolfish smile full a joy can be seen for any creature close enough to get a good look.
Her eyes which were often shining and full of laughter were the color of a sky right after a storm, a lulling blue mixed with gray. Her maw which is often turned in a careful, guarded smile houses a voice which twinkles like the wind among the forest and streams. Her voice has a playful quality to it, never young, but as though there was no reason to shout, no reason to ever sound loud and threatening. The few times her voice has slithered down into lower octaves is a measure of true anger. Silenced anger was harsher, and more fierce than any loud rage.
Other: n/a
Mental
Strengths:
- The ability to see joy in all types of wolves and personalities gives her the heart to accept all wolves and see their abilities as assets instead of liabilities. Most often dominant personalities would kill a liability or drive them away without seeing the assets that could help them if only given time and control and acceptance.
- An intelligent mind sits behind her accepting personality, which also gives her reasoning and respect for others, no matter their age or abilities. It also makes her an excellent partner and teacher.
-Early training has given her experience in pack structure. Having never been a loner, she may not understand the plight of a lone wolf, but she can understand the need for freedom, as she gains from the sky above.
Weaknesses:
- Sometimes, due to her love of the sky she is hard to be pin-pointed by those who are flightless.
- Her personality being so accepting of others can sometimes be seen as a weakness, and her lack of speed on land can quickly allow someone to midjudge her strength and abilities to protect her family and pack.
- As accepting as she is, anything more than superficial relationships are hard to come by for Tinka. She is that friendly wolf, that you can never really get close to, besides acquaintance-status without a certain amount of work and trust.
Personality:
Tinka is the first wolf to be at a pack member’s side, offering the healing of listening and silence when one needs to grieve, when one needs just a presence to stand beside. She is a strong force in the air, and a comforting, intelligent force on land. She can make you laugh just as much as she can make you think. In her moments and interactions with others she finds that silence first is always golden, because those who choose to speak first often let her know more than they think. There seems to be something right below the surface of her personality that is deeper, more intuitive than a first glance would hint at.
Tinka is more than likely to allow you to speak to her, listen to her ideas and then as you walk away thinking that they were yours, and a slight feeling of confusion follows. She has a way of speaking of things that allows for a general theft of ideas, but it does not bother Tinka, she would rather give up her ideals, newfound discoveries and much more to help the survival of those whom have earned her loyalty. Even though her wings and her strength allow her to be a good fighter, she would rather play the intelligent diplomat. However when intelligence fails, and the fight is truly inevitable, she will meet her match, blow for blow. However, there will be no yowls, or howls of anger. Simple silence and tearing of flesh will be the only sounds to appear in the night. Survival is key, and even as most are run by their instincts and gut feelings not one could get through with any decency without intelligence.
History:
The back-story of Satinka is that of an interesting one. The pack she was raised in had some very old ways of doing things. Even though they were open to the membership of other types of wolves, it was a strictly patriarchal society. The males of the pack ran the hunting, the wars, and kept their females in line. There was no such thing as a couple within her family pack. Males mated with females based on what would bring strength into the pack and keep their territory safe. Once a male mated, the female was left to the care of the other females. Most of the time because they were not allowed to hunt big prey, or fight unless it was to defend the young ones, the females established a hierarchy of their own. Many females banded together to take care of the multiple litters that were birthed around the same time. Males only became involved when it came to the care of their sons who were separated from their mothers as soon as it became possible. The male pups were not forbidden from seeing their mothers, but because no pairs ever mated exclusively, dens were kept separate. A male could stay with a female for a short period during mating, and could continue to visit but the likely hood of exclusive couple-dom was saved for the highest males in the pack and only if they chose it to be so. Few females could handle their mate being with another, and so understandably most females kept to themselves and their pups. Many females wished for females because they could keep their legacy alive, and keep their pups close.
This is where Satinka comes into play. Her father was the second to the pack leader and chose Satinka’s mother for their both being Keiyou and both having desirable personalities. His father was very stern and respectful to his duties. He knew between his loyalties to the leader and his duties, he knew he could never have a permanent mate. However his heart did stay close to her mother. Born into a family of three brothers and herself was hard on Satinka. From the time they were born they were always nuzzling each other, following one another, it was sibling love at its best. Satinka’s father waited as long as he could to take her brothers, based on information her mother gave him. However the pack had rules and he was bound to them. The day her brothers were to be taken from her was the day her heart broke. Small whimpers and cries occurred as one by one they were taken from her. The one look her father gave her was one of love, he actually loved her, a female pup. She pushed herself on wobbling feet to try to follow her brothers and father.
“Why! Why can’t I go with them? Why must they go away…” She fluffed her small wings and ruffled in anger. Soon her mother pulled her by her scruff and turning away with a sad look on her face, returned her to her den. When she set the indignant pup down Satinka pawed her mother’s nose…”Tell me mama….why can’t they stay with us? We always have so much fun…its not fair..” Her head, tails, and wings drooped sadly.. Her mother’s soothing voice rang out as she licked and cleaned her only female pup. “Satinka, this is the way things are done. We as females have other duties to take care of, you have other girl pups, and help us. Your brothers have other duties too, and they must go with your father to learn and that is how our pack will survive..” Satinka’s head rose a little bit..”Why can’t I learn with them? I could help..I could do boy things…” Her timid growls had her tail raising and her wings flapping, and her mother watching her, could not help but laugh. “Maybe as you become an adult you can do those things when you have your own family..” Satinka did not know at the time but her mother had plans for her to leave the pack when she became an adult, she wanted Satinka to be able to do the things she wanted, without being restricted by her natural pack’s rules.
It seemed like the next two years flew by for Satinka. She learned to fly, which the first attempts were, shall we say, heart-wrenching for her mother. Plenty of times, her mother gasped and even had to follow her to stop her skull from meeting the ground in a terrifying crunch. Each time she was saved Tinka would walk on the ground complaining of how she could do it herself, and pranced off, tail held high. Her mother was always astounded at how adult Tinka sounded, and so far she had not been asked to mate, which even Tinka thought was odd. She spent time listening to the other females in her pack, assisting in births, and even having some of the females teach her how to catch small prey. Her mother always seemed nervous when the males came around, and yet she had had other litters with Tinka’ father, and other males as well. Tinka had assisted and loved each pup, but by now she had accepted that only the females would be around to comfort her and her mother and stay beside them. Males were kept at a distance not only by her mother, subtle maneuvers of course, but by her own silence. Most males wanted to choose a female who would have them willingly, and Tinka would have none of it.
It would be another two years when she was four when her mother approached her, heavy again with what would be her last litter. She flew with her daughter up to the cliffs that were now within her control to fly…”My dearest Satinka, it is time for you to leave. I have kept the males away as long as I could, and bore my share of pups, but if you remain, you will never know love, and you will never have the strength to stay alone. I love you as the daughter that remained with me, has helped me through litters, and whom I have loved with all my heart and taught all I could teach….I want for you, your own family, your own life, and not the life of this pack. Find someone with whom you can be more than a litter mother..” She stared at her mother in awe…most members only left out of disgrace, or death, it was not forbidden but not looked well upon either. Her mother spoke again, “I have found love here, but it rips my heart from me each time he comes for my sons, and each time we lay together there is love, but it is not and will never be as well as it could be. You deserve better than this life Tinka..” Her eyes were tearing as she moved her wings, she knew her mother was right, but she could nigh bear to leave her mother. “Mother I know you are right but how will you be when I leave you?” Her mother laughed almost bitterly, “I am used to my children leaving me, and soon my company will consist of other mothers who have made this pack thrive, go Tinka, before we both cannot do this..” She dipped her head and went to lick her mother’s face and nuzzle into her neck and wings. Within a moment later she braced herself and dove over the cliff, hurtling along the drafts to begin her journey away from the only home and pack she had ever known.
It took another two years of traveling and beginning to make her own pack when tragedy struck. Tinka was well on her way to acquiring her own pack, and had a potential mate lined up. They had found and fought for a territory and her potential mate had even taught her how to hunt cohesively and take down large prey as well as fight. However, as she slept one night she was woken to the sound of terrified sounds and the snapping of bones. As she came from her den she saw her fellow pack mates laying around her, burning alive, the large beast in front of her, reptilian, and fierce, fire sparks coming from its mouth. Her mate shouted, “Run, run Satinka..!!” But she couldn’t, she took to the air and began to dive toward the creature, hurling her body into it, feeling her injuries and bones to the point of breaking. She realized too late it was no use, her eyes searched the ground for her mate to be and found him having crawled under a brush, broken and beaten, singed and dying. She landed next to him, looking at his wings, burnt and torn. Tears escaped as he whimpered and closed his eyes, she lay her body down next to him and whimpered as he took one last shuddering breath. Two days later she pulled her aching body up, buried her mate and took flight from the territory of death and destruction, she had to find somewhere, where she could escape this pain, and the loss of now two families, two packs. Over the cliffs she flew eyes keenly looking down over the boundaries. Pack life had been ingrained into her mind and she could not bare to suffer her pain alone.
Other: N/A
