Post by lunas on Jul 28, 2012 23:20:49 GMT -5
OOC Information
OOC Name: Marley
Link to Previous Character: n/a
General
Name: Lunas
Alias:
Species: Lupus
Gender: Female
Age: Three years old
Pack: Children of Hvítur Ári
Rank: Hunter
Physical
Height: 35”
Weight: 80 lbs(normal) 68 lbs (current)
Appearance: Lunas has a thick white coat, tinged with silvery highlights. In the right light, hints of blue can be seen as well, particularly from within her dense undercoat. Her tail is particularly bushy, and her ears are largish and triangular, and coated with soft fur. The color of her eyes is a dark, mustard yellow, their tilt slanted, and their shape almond. Her fangs are a gleaming white, and her muzzle is long and sharp, with a charcoal black nose, and black lips. During the warmer months her coat thins considerably, but in colder times it thickens so that she appears nearly twice her actual size. When she blows her coat, the bluish tones in her fur become dominant, and when her winter growth comes in the silver highlights take precedence.
After long months of travel, living the life of a lone wolf, Lunas has lost considerable weight. Her normal weight would be eighty pounds, but she has dropped to a lean sixty-eight. As it is summer when she finally ends her journey, her thinned coat reveals a thin creature, but much of her protruding bones are still concealed. Her feet are muddied, and her nails blunted to near uselessness by months of endless walking.
Lunas is possessed of a kindly bearing, and likes to think that she appears approachable to any who bear her good will. She can appear menacing if necessary, but she prefers to maintain a calm exterior.
Other:
She can command the winds, but this ability is very limited and barely used. She mistrusts her senses more often than not, and has essentially trained herself not to use her ability in all but the most dire of circumstances.
Mental
Strengths:
-Kind
-Friendly
-Loyal
-Easygoing
-Agile
-Thoughtful
-Always tries to take in the big picture before she acts
Weaknesses:
-Wallflower
-Worries too much
-Paranoid
-Slow to act
-Sometimes too honest
-Hates high temperatures, becomes irritable and miserable
-Can be immature at times
Personality:
Lunas is amiable and compassionate, as she was brought up to be. Always understanding of others, she is slow to anger, but becomes very defensive of her own actions, and of those she counts among her friends. She likes to think of herself as a protector, or at the very least, someone who can be relied upon.
Most of the time, Lunas tends to be very laid back. She enjoys sleeping, and sunbathing when it’s not excessively hot outside. She has a good sense of humor, and is unlikely to take offense to crude wit. A playful wolf by nature, she’s always up for a game of chase, but doesn’t mind making up her own games if nobody wishes to join in. Oftentimes, her antics are frowned upon by more serious individuals, but she doesn’t mind the stares.
One of the few times when her temper gets the better of her is when the mercury begins to rise. Lunas hates extreme heat, as even in the summer her coat is thicker than most. She becomes quick to anger, and easily loses her patience, as the heat makes her increasingly uncomfortable. Once she realizes what’s been said or done, she always regrets her behavior and attempts an apology.
Due to the fact that she was put in charge of her siblings at too early an age, Lunas had to grow up fast, but she still has a bit of a childish, immature streak in her. If somebody persistently rubs her the wrong way, her good nature disappears, and the pup comes out. This has become rarer and rarer an occurrence as she gets older, and nowadays her fits of childish behavior are humorous than serious, and consist of silly pranks and jests rather than sullen sulking.
Sometimes Lunas can be rather indecisive and slow to take action, and this has cost her dearly in the past. The pressure of leadership caused her to leave home, and now she has realized she’s much happier leaving important decisions to others. She tends to shy away from major responsibility if she can, but often feels compelled to stand up for others.
History:
Lunas was born very far north and east, and had traveled for many moon cycles before she felt that she was far enough from home to settle down. As a pup, she was playful and adventurous, as she is today. She often led her siblings on excursions that left her parents tearing their fur out in worry. Always, they would return, and be subject to a harsh scolding, but these hardly discouraged further forays.
Her parents were the alphas of their small pack—her mother Fel, and her father Dolas. Perhaps time has painted them in better colors, but Lunas remembers them as creatures of beauty and benevolence, and strives to be as much like those who bore her as is possible.
As rambunctious as a pup could be, a near-yearling Lunas took her littermates out to practice hunting one early spring afternoon. Their pack omega, a she-wolf named Shamoon, tailed behind them in order to keep watch, as she had been bade by the pups’ parents. She would often watch from afar as the pups attempted time and time again to bring down prey that far outstripped them, but Lunas was not one to be discouraged.
That day a nagging, insistent feeling took hold of the young wolf—something was not right. She could taste it on the wind, as if the air brought ill-tidings. It’s nothing, she managed to convince herself, I’m being paranoid, but in the back of her mind she couldn’t help but wonder. Her siblings were calling, her brother Solaris tugging her tail with gentle teeth, goading her back into their “hunt.”
It was nearing midday when a fearful howl reached their ears. Shamoon had been dozing nearby, but was on her feet in an instant, ears pricked and at attention. “Pups!” she called, and the siblings crowded around her, whining nervously, and nosing their nanny as if to seek comfort.
“There’s something foul on the wind,” Lunas said, the words catching her by surprise. Shamoon put her nose to the breeze, and breathed deeply before agreeing.
“We must make haste,” she said, “You pups stay behind me.” The omega lead the charge back to the den-site, but they could all smell the sharp tang of blood in the air long before they reached home. Lunas felt a desperation build within her, a frantic hope for it not to be true—her speed increased, and she blew past Shamoon in a rush of wind. Leaves flew in her wake, and she came upon the horror at the den-site—the place she had been born and lived by all her life.
The pack—her mother and father, her uncles and aunts—all were slain. She could taste the taint of the one who had committed this act, but her mind had frozen. Shamoon reached her, panting heavily, and tried to turn the pup away, but she would not be moved. “No,” she croaked, voice thick, “No. I need to see it.”
That night the sky was filled by their lamentations, and none was more filled with sorrow than Lunas. I knew, she thought, the winds spoke to me, but I ignored them. It was near a year before she told Shamoon of how she had sensed something was not right, but the she-wolf only listened, never growing angry, or demanding why she hadn’t done something. “You were a pup, barely out of the den. You could not have known what was truly happening.”
After the death of their pack, Lunas found herself in command of their small band of wolves. Shamoon guided them at first, but claimed she was ill-suited for leadership, and often deferred to the boldening Lunas’ judgment. Under their nanny’s tutelage, the pups finally learned to bring down prey—gone were the fruitless games of chase they had taken part in. Lunas always kept her nose to the wind, searching for the scent of the creature that had murdered their pack, but after many months it seemed the cause was lost.
They were nearing two years of age when the smallest of their litter, her brother Cosmos, disappeared. For days they searched, and turned up nothing, until Solaris sent up a cry of dismay. They found Cosmos, wounded dismally, but alive. He claimed a great scaled beast had come down on him from the sky, and he’d barely made off with his life and hide intact. That’s why we couldn’t hunt the creature. It can fly, and what flies high leaves no trail, Lunas realized, looking up at the sky, baring her teeth at the great empty expanse.
“We will find this creature,” she said, as they tended to Cosmos’ wounds. Her sister, Astros, disagreed. “This beast killed our pack, and it almost killed Cosmos. To hunt it down would be a grave folly.” Reluctantly, Lunas agreed, much to Solaris’ disgust.
“We should ask Shamoon,” he said, as their former nanny had risen to beta under Lunas’ rule. She wasn’t much older than the siblings, but she was all they had left to guide them in the world.
“I agree with Astros,” she said, “but Lunas is alpha. The final decision is up to you. I suggest you think on it.”
So Lunas did think, but she found herself torn. If they didn’t hunt this creature down, it could return and slay the rest of them. But if they did give chase, would they be able to take it by surprise, or would they be killed anyway?
Astros was adamant that they move on, leave the old lands behind and find safer pasture. Solaris was insistent that they destroy this beast that had taken so much from them. Cosmos was afraid, and unwilling to face the creature again. Shamoon said she would support whatever decision the alpha made, and was frustratingly ambiguous.
Three days she pondered, but three days was too much waiting for Solaris. They woke one morning to find him gone, and in a panic, the remaining four wolves raced after him. Lunas was the fastest, and caught up with him three miles away. In a rush of anger, worry, and fear, she slammed into her brother and brought him to the ground.
“Are you mad? You just run off to fight this beast alone? You don’t even know where to find it!” she snarled.
“I do!” he snapped back, “While you’ve been thinking, sister, I’ve been hunting. I asked the creatures of the forest, and they all say the beast lives in a cave on the high cliffs.” Taken aback, Lunas allowed him to push her off and stand. “We must do this sister. Where is our honor if we do not?”
“It’s alive,” she said, after a moment’s thought. “And better alive than killed senselessly while seeking foolish revenge.” With a huff, Solaris turned his back on her, and stalked off toward the mountains. “Where are you going?” she demanded, though the answer was obvious.
“I’m going to do what you lack the backbone for.” And then he was gone, and she knew she couldn’t stop him. As thoughtful as she was, Solaris was twice as willful. He would not listen to her now.
When the rest of the pack caught up to her, walking slowly along the trail, she paused and looked up at their questioning faces.
“Where’s Solaris?” asked Cosmos.
“He’s gone,” came Lunas’ reply, “And so are we. We’re leaving these lands for good.” Sensing her mood, none of them argued, and that night they howled for Solaris, wherever he might be.
Six months later they had traveled far south, but Lunas couldn’t shake the burden of her guilt. She looked at Cosmos, who would always bear a limp, and Astros, who was so strong in her convictions. Shamoon was so steady, so unflappable—the night Lunas decided to leave, she asked Shamoon to walk with her.
They were quiet, for a time, padding along softly in the moonlight. Lunas was trying to think of the right words, but every time she opened her mouth nothing would come out. Finally, it was Shamoon who broke the silence. “So,” she said, “you’re leaving.” It wasn’t a question.
Lunas shouldn’t have been surprised, but she was. “How..?”
“I know you, pup. You’ve been mulling this over for months, but I knew you were going to leave, sooner or later.”
The alpha stopped and sat, eyes gazing upward at the moon, “Will you take my place?”
“I’ll try, but I’m sure Astros will be giving orders within the week. I’ll make sure they don’t follow you, though. Just take care of yourself, Lunas.” She promised that she would, and as she stood to leave Shamoon tilted her head back and began to sing. Hopefully, it would be the last time any of them would have to mourn.
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OOC Name: Marley
Link to Previous Character: n/a
General
Name: Lunas
Alias:
Species: Lupus
Gender: Female
Age: Three years old
Pack: Children of Hvítur Ári
Rank: Hunter
Physical
Height: 35”
Weight: 80 lbs(normal) 68 lbs (current)
Appearance: Lunas has a thick white coat, tinged with silvery highlights. In the right light, hints of blue can be seen as well, particularly from within her dense undercoat. Her tail is particularly bushy, and her ears are largish and triangular, and coated with soft fur. The color of her eyes is a dark, mustard yellow, their tilt slanted, and their shape almond. Her fangs are a gleaming white, and her muzzle is long and sharp, with a charcoal black nose, and black lips. During the warmer months her coat thins considerably, but in colder times it thickens so that she appears nearly twice her actual size. When she blows her coat, the bluish tones in her fur become dominant, and when her winter growth comes in the silver highlights take precedence.
After long months of travel, living the life of a lone wolf, Lunas has lost considerable weight. Her normal weight would be eighty pounds, but she has dropped to a lean sixty-eight. As it is summer when she finally ends her journey, her thinned coat reveals a thin creature, but much of her protruding bones are still concealed. Her feet are muddied, and her nails blunted to near uselessness by months of endless walking.
Lunas is possessed of a kindly bearing, and likes to think that she appears approachable to any who bear her good will. She can appear menacing if necessary, but she prefers to maintain a calm exterior.
Other:
She can command the winds, but this ability is very limited and barely used. She mistrusts her senses more often than not, and has essentially trained herself not to use her ability in all but the most dire of circumstances.
Mental
Strengths:
-Kind
-Friendly
-Loyal
-Easygoing
-Agile
-Thoughtful
-Always tries to take in the big picture before she acts
Weaknesses:
-Wallflower
-Worries too much
-Paranoid
-Slow to act
-Sometimes too honest
-Hates high temperatures, becomes irritable and miserable
-Can be immature at times
Personality:
Lunas is amiable and compassionate, as she was brought up to be. Always understanding of others, she is slow to anger, but becomes very defensive of her own actions, and of those she counts among her friends. She likes to think of herself as a protector, or at the very least, someone who can be relied upon.
Most of the time, Lunas tends to be very laid back. She enjoys sleeping, and sunbathing when it’s not excessively hot outside. She has a good sense of humor, and is unlikely to take offense to crude wit. A playful wolf by nature, she’s always up for a game of chase, but doesn’t mind making up her own games if nobody wishes to join in. Oftentimes, her antics are frowned upon by more serious individuals, but she doesn’t mind the stares.
One of the few times when her temper gets the better of her is when the mercury begins to rise. Lunas hates extreme heat, as even in the summer her coat is thicker than most. She becomes quick to anger, and easily loses her patience, as the heat makes her increasingly uncomfortable. Once she realizes what’s been said or done, she always regrets her behavior and attempts an apology.
Due to the fact that she was put in charge of her siblings at too early an age, Lunas had to grow up fast, but she still has a bit of a childish, immature streak in her. If somebody persistently rubs her the wrong way, her good nature disappears, and the pup comes out. This has become rarer and rarer an occurrence as she gets older, and nowadays her fits of childish behavior are humorous than serious, and consist of silly pranks and jests rather than sullen sulking.
Sometimes Lunas can be rather indecisive and slow to take action, and this has cost her dearly in the past. The pressure of leadership caused her to leave home, and now she has realized she’s much happier leaving important decisions to others. She tends to shy away from major responsibility if she can, but often feels compelled to stand up for others.
History:
Lunas was born very far north and east, and had traveled for many moon cycles before she felt that she was far enough from home to settle down. As a pup, she was playful and adventurous, as she is today. She often led her siblings on excursions that left her parents tearing their fur out in worry. Always, they would return, and be subject to a harsh scolding, but these hardly discouraged further forays.
Her parents were the alphas of their small pack—her mother Fel, and her father Dolas. Perhaps time has painted them in better colors, but Lunas remembers them as creatures of beauty and benevolence, and strives to be as much like those who bore her as is possible.
As rambunctious as a pup could be, a near-yearling Lunas took her littermates out to practice hunting one early spring afternoon. Their pack omega, a she-wolf named Shamoon, tailed behind them in order to keep watch, as she had been bade by the pups’ parents. She would often watch from afar as the pups attempted time and time again to bring down prey that far outstripped them, but Lunas was not one to be discouraged.
That day a nagging, insistent feeling took hold of the young wolf—something was not right. She could taste it on the wind, as if the air brought ill-tidings. It’s nothing, she managed to convince herself, I’m being paranoid, but in the back of her mind she couldn’t help but wonder. Her siblings were calling, her brother Solaris tugging her tail with gentle teeth, goading her back into their “hunt.”
It was nearing midday when a fearful howl reached their ears. Shamoon had been dozing nearby, but was on her feet in an instant, ears pricked and at attention. “Pups!” she called, and the siblings crowded around her, whining nervously, and nosing their nanny as if to seek comfort.
“There’s something foul on the wind,” Lunas said, the words catching her by surprise. Shamoon put her nose to the breeze, and breathed deeply before agreeing.
“We must make haste,” she said, “You pups stay behind me.” The omega lead the charge back to the den-site, but they could all smell the sharp tang of blood in the air long before they reached home. Lunas felt a desperation build within her, a frantic hope for it not to be true—her speed increased, and she blew past Shamoon in a rush of wind. Leaves flew in her wake, and she came upon the horror at the den-site—the place she had been born and lived by all her life.
The pack—her mother and father, her uncles and aunts—all were slain. She could taste the taint of the one who had committed this act, but her mind had frozen. Shamoon reached her, panting heavily, and tried to turn the pup away, but she would not be moved. “No,” she croaked, voice thick, “No. I need to see it.”
That night the sky was filled by their lamentations, and none was more filled with sorrow than Lunas. I knew, she thought, the winds spoke to me, but I ignored them. It was near a year before she told Shamoon of how she had sensed something was not right, but the she-wolf only listened, never growing angry, or demanding why she hadn’t done something. “You were a pup, barely out of the den. You could not have known what was truly happening.”
After the death of their pack, Lunas found herself in command of their small band of wolves. Shamoon guided them at first, but claimed she was ill-suited for leadership, and often deferred to the boldening Lunas’ judgment. Under their nanny’s tutelage, the pups finally learned to bring down prey—gone were the fruitless games of chase they had taken part in. Lunas always kept her nose to the wind, searching for the scent of the creature that had murdered their pack, but after many months it seemed the cause was lost.
They were nearing two years of age when the smallest of their litter, her brother Cosmos, disappeared. For days they searched, and turned up nothing, until Solaris sent up a cry of dismay. They found Cosmos, wounded dismally, but alive. He claimed a great scaled beast had come down on him from the sky, and he’d barely made off with his life and hide intact. That’s why we couldn’t hunt the creature. It can fly, and what flies high leaves no trail, Lunas realized, looking up at the sky, baring her teeth at the great empty expanse.
“We will find this creature,” she said, as they tended to Cosmos’ wounds. Her sister, Astros, disagreed. “This beast killed our pack, and it almost killed Cosmos. To hunt it down would be a grave folly.” Reluctantly, Lunas agreed, much to Solaris’ disgust.
“We should ask Shamoon,” he said, as their former nanny had risen to beta under Lunas’ rule. She wasn’t much older than the siblings, but she was all they had left to guide them in the world.
“I agree with Astros,” she said, “but Lunas is alpha. The final decision is up to you. I suggest you think on it.”
So Lunas did think, but she found herself torn. If they didn’t hunt this creature down, it could return and slay the rest of them. But if they did give chase, would they be able to take it by surprise, or would they be killed anyway?
Astros was adamant that they move on, leave the old lands behind and find safer pasture. Solaris was insistent that they destroy this beast that had taken so much from them. Cosmos was afraid, and unwilling to face the creature again. Shamoon said she would support whatever decision the alpha made, and was frustratingly ambiguous.
Three days she pondered, but three days was too much waiting for Solaris. They woke one morning to find him gone, and in a panic, the remaining four wolves raced after him. Lunas was the fastest, and caught up with him three miles away. In a rush of anger, worry, and fear, she slammed into her brother and brought him to the ground.
“Are you mad? You just run off to fight this beast alone? You don’t even know where to find it!” she snarled.
“I do!” he snapped back, “While you’ve been thinking, sister, I’ve been hunting. I asked the creatures of the forest, and they all say the beast lives in a cave on the high cliffs.” Taken aback, Lunas allowed him to push her off and stand. “We must do this sister. Where is our honor if we do not?”
“It’s alive,” she said, after a moment’s thought. “And better alive than killed senselessly while seeking foolish revenge.” With a huff, Solaris turned his back on her, and stalked off toward the mountains. “Where are you going?” she demanded, though the answer was obvious.
“I’m going to do what you lack the backbone for.” And then he was gone, and she knew she couldn’t stop him. As thoughtful as she was, Solaris was twice as willful. He would not listen to her now.
When the rest of the pack caught up to her, walking slowly along the trail, she paused and looked up at their questioning faces.
“Where’s Solaris?” asked Cosmos.
“He’s gone,” came Lunas’ reply, “And so are we. We’re leaving these lands for good.” Sensing her mood, none of them argued, and that night they howled for Solaris, wherever he might be.
Six months later they had traveled far south, but Lunas couldn’t shake the burden of her guilt. She looked at Cosmos, who would always bear a limp, and Astros, who was so strong in her convictions. Shamoon was so steady, so unflappable—the night Lunas decided to leave, she asked Shamoon to walk with her.
They were quiet, for a time, padding along softly in the moonlight. Lunas was trying to think of the right words, but every time she opened her mouth nothing would come out. Finally, it was Shamoon who broke the silence. “So,” she said, “you’re leaving.” It wasn’t a question.
Lunas shouldn’t have been surprised, but she was. “How..?”
“I know you, pup. You’ve been mulling this over for months, but I knew you were going to leave, sooner or later.”
The alpha stopped and sat, eyes gazing upward at the moon, “Will you take my place?”
“I’ll try, but I’m sure Astros will be giving orders within the week. I’ll make sure they don’t follow you, though. Just take care of yourself, Lunas.” She promised that she would, and as she stood to leave Shamoon tilted her head back and began to sing. Hopefully, it would be the last time any of them would have to mourn.
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