Post by Deirdre on May 27, 2006 17:05:48 GMT -5
Name : Deirdre
*Pronunciation-- Die- Er- Dray
Age : Three years, four come spring.
Gender : Female
Rank : To join Omok Pack as member (Higher if earned, hunter to start?)
Appearance :
Eyes - The portraying of innocence is highly present in the deceiving eyes she was so apparently blessed with. There are no oddities, simply trickery. The base color is clearly a deep and intense chocolate brown, while eventually lightening to a milky caramel which crests, and allows two black pupils to stand in the spotlight. No matter what, unless under the greatest of sorrow or the most calamitous of anger, there is always a gleam in her eye. Whether it be a mischievous sparkle, an annoyed flame, or the plain spark of pure knowing when the female is looking at one. In fact, much to some dislike, she seems to be able to read actions and eyes quite plainly, like a book, in fact, some find it annoying... disturbing... and some simply charming.
Coat - For Dierdre, there is no oh-so-popular shades of black and white. Almost charmingly, she is unique. Almost to match her eyes are is her coat. The fur along her back is a chocolate brown which drapes itself down to mid-flank, as well as seeping down some of her legs as well as coating the back of her neck and head, splashing her ears, and the top of her tail as well. Quickly after these areas, the chocolate quickly melts into a creamy caramel, extending to her stomach area and coating the rest of her legs except for the inside and the area of her paws. A thin crest of caramel borders over the darker brown which just goes over her forehead, and thinly borders the brown on her tail.. The rest of her body, including her chest, stomach, the inside of her legs, and the greater portion of her face and tail are simply a creamy white. Each paw has it's own intricate dip of white, and a crossing of pink and black paw pads.
Markings - A single white strip of fur on the side of her right leg (facing outside) weaves its way through the other color forming a shape almost equivalent to a heart, except for the shape is messy and it never really completes itself, falling about an inch short of a full figure at the end.
Other - Her build is slim and stream-lined, giving her the advantage of speed and agility over strength. She runs with nearly tireless energy, though to doubt her strength, as many do, would be rather incorrect.
Personality :
[&&] Unpredictable[&&]
To look into the deep and innocent eyes and immediately fall in love would be a sin. Although the wolf craves pack life and will easily follow orders, she simply lives her own life and controls that mind which is her own, frighteningly enough. She follows none of the etiquette which her own looks seem to shove at her. She may look cute enough one moment, lovable even, but most likely has something completely different on her mind.
[&&]Wisdom[&&]
Wise beyond her years, she doesn't often portray it unless the certain urge to do so comes upon her. Being an Alpha daughter she does things a bit risky. She was blessed with her mother's intellect none the less. One would often put her down with one look, lacking exactly a brute strength look and without even wanting to, looking attractive... cute... vulnerable?
She sees life as her pallet, and anything she can do to carelessly amend it in her direction is always done, but behind the god-forsaken outlook there is something, like an elderly wolf, that stays in side of her, just in case.
[&&]Lust[&&]
To enter the most driven part of her is the lust. Not so much for blood as for... one couldn't call it love exactly. To say the female was incapable of love and affection would be incorrect, but she purposely will throw in comments and pet names just to catch one's attention. She is big on flirting, swaying those god-damned hips in a rolling motion in front of whomever she pleases. She almost, in a way, throws herself out as an invitation to any hungry eyes, having the ability to taunt one until their fur stands on end and then simply walking away. Certainly she can sometimes ask for death... or... rape? As if in animals terms there was such a thing as the human label, but an unwanted mount anyway. A wonder that she hadn't had pups yet in her life.
[&&]Dominance[&&]
She, of course, will not pick fights with others with such a rank higher than she, but once being an Alpha pup almost instinctively causes her to strive in being one step ahead if possible. To omegas, she does not often see to kindly. She herself would probably never put herself in a position as lowly as omega, being smart enough to stay on a high rank's good side, and being strong enough to be far from weak.
If there is one thing she loves it would be to flag her tail high and raise her head, to let the wind flap elegantly in her fur... but simply, she doesn't expect to get much of it.
[&&]Affection[&&]
In the uncertain casing that seems to en-lock her heart there is the capability to feel affection. Her endless flirting has no affection but rather fun, of course once a wolf charming enough, or interesting enough, to cross into her full attention her heart will open up. Like a mother with pups she will protect, provide, devote to the ones she truly finds in her heart to love, as she did with her pack of birth so long ago. To uncover... wipe the dust off this, not so much gold heart, but loving... caring self isn't such an easy task.
History :
Birth. The love of it all was almost despicable for awhile, while the blunt instincts of a newborn were beginning to form. To see an animal brought down, literally torn apart inside out almost taught a young one, who knew no difference between spilling blood for survival and out of hate. Then the loving tongue strokes of her mother brought on the dire need of affection and craving. Confusion of which emotion should dominate brought the young female a personality that was rather neutral.
She was in a litter of four, the only litter allowed in Darkness Falls, the litter of Shasa and Xhile... Alpha pair. Taught passion and caring but pure drive of blood she grew as a regular pup. Her brothers, three in numbering, were always wrestling, the meatheads they were. They second most intelligent next to the female named Deirdre was her brother Elijah, who seemed the most competition for the only female. Her other two brothers were so easy to outwit, yet Eli was the largest of the males (who all easily were bigger than Drea), and the smartest of the three. Petty name calling and insults in the early months were easily dominated by the only female, yet as they grew bigger putting strength now before intelligence, lucky for the dimwitted of the group.
Finding herself easily beat she took time to personally train with her mother. In the first pup-only hunt, it was no doubt Deirdre took lead, knowing more about technique than her brothers could dream. Even, she thought smugly to herself, Eli.
Over time, she even grew strong enough, witty enough to overthrow her other two brothers, but Eli still remained untouchable. This... set back seriously damaged her ego and place in the group, putting her from lead to lowly second. Predictably enough, when the time came to pick an heir it was Eli. His words to her "We need someone masculine to lead next, not a prissy only-daughter."
This... This pissed her off. She stayed, begrudgingly, long enough for her brothers training to begin, and for him to announce she would be his second in command, about a year later. before she threw it all aside, unsatisfied, and left.
Becoming a loner was the mark of a life of hardship, yet it was also a time of experiment. She knew she'd never beat her ass of a brother, because of him being kin, but she'd find another way to enhance herself, overpower others. Thus, come spring, the first time she'd come into heat, she found out another important discovery... during mating season, even sometimes after that, male wolves did not think with there first head, oh no, they thought with their reproductive organs, and she would use that to her advantage. By flirting... teasing... enough to make one's knees go weak, and simply evading any wishes to mate, she could rule. Stalked from afar by, she knew her seasoned potential was all that they needed, and she never allowed an actual mating.
That isn't completely true. She mated her third year... third spring, a male finally able to catch her, but the stress of travel already weighting her body left the embryos dead before they were even alive. Thus, nothing came.
She learned before though, to use a simply variation of flirting.. taunting... to make many crave her. To say the technique worked on everyone was incorrect, but it had won many times.
Eventually being alone began to hurt enough that she began craving order. A pack. Organization. Something. She finally began searching for one.
*Pronunciation-- Die- Er- Dray
Age : Three years, four come spring.
Gender : Female
Rank : To join Omok Pack as member (Higher if earned, hunter to start?)
Appearance :
Eyes - The portraying of innocence is highly present in the deceiving eyes she was so apparently blessed with. There are no oddities, simply trickery. The base color is clearly a deep and intense chocolate brown, while eventually lightening to a milky caramel which crests, and allows two black pupils to stand in the spotlight. No matter what, unless under the greatest of sorrow or the most calamitous of anger, there is always a gleam in her eye. Whether it be a mischievous sparkle, an annoyed flame, or the plain spark of pure knowing when the female is looking at one. In fact, much to some dislike, she seems to be able to read actions and eyes quite plainly, like a book, in fact, some find it annoying... disturbing... and some simply charming.
Coat - For Dierdre, there is no oh-so-popular shades of black and white. Almost charmingly, she is unique. Almost to match her eyes are is her coat. The fur along her back is a chocolate brown which drapes itself down to mid-flank, as well as seeping down some of her legs as well as coating the back of her neck and head, splashing her ears, and the top of her tail as well. Quickly after these areas, the chocolate quickly melts into a creamy caramel, extending to her stomach area and coating the rest of her legs except for the inside and the area of her paws. A thin crest of caramel borders over the darker brown which just goes over her forehead, and thinly borders the brown on her tail.. The rest of her body, including her chest, stomach, the inside of her legs, and the greater portion of her face and tail are simply a creamy white. Each paw has it's own intricate dip of white, and a crossing of pink and black paw pads.
Markings - A single white strip of fur on the side of her right leg (facing outside) weaves its way through the other color forming a shape almost equivalent to a heart, except for the shape is messy and it never really completes itself, falling about an inch short of a full figure at the end.
Other - Her build is slim and stream-lined, giving her the advantage of speed and agility over strength. She runs with nearly tireless energy, though to doubt her strength, as many do, would be rather incorrect.
Personality :
[&&] Unpredictable[&&]
To look into the deep and innocent eyes and immediately fall in love would be a sin. Although the wolf craves pack life and will easily follow orders, she simply lives her own life and controls that mind which is her own, frighteningly enough. She follows none of the etiquette which her own looks seem to shove at her. She may look cute enough one moment, lovable even, but most likely has something completely different on her mind.
[&&]Wisdom[&&]
Wise beyond her years, she doesn't often portray it unless the certain urge to do so comes upon her. Being an Alpha daughter she does things a bit risky. She was blessed with her mother's intellect none the less. One would often put her down with one look, lacking exactly a brute strength look and without even wanting to, looking attractive... cute... vulnerable?
She sees life as her pallet, and anything she can do to carelessly amend it in her direction is always done, but behind the god-forsaken outlook there is something, like an elderly wolf, that stays in side of her, just in case.
[&&]Lust[&&]
To enter the most driven part of her is the lust. Not so much for blood as for... one couldn't call it love exactly. To say the female was incapable of love and affection would be incorrect, but she purposely will throw in comments and pet names just to catch one's attention. She is big on flirting, swaying those god-damned hips in a rolling motion in front of whomever she pleases. She almost, in a way, throws herself out as an invitation to any hungry eyes, having the ability to taunt one until their fur stands on end and then simply walking away. Certainly she can sometimes ask for death... or... rape? As if in animals terms there was such a thing as the human label, but an unwanted mount anyway. A wonder that she hadn't had pups yet in her life.
[&&]Dominance[&&]
She, of course, will not pick fights with others with such a rank higher than she, but once being an Alpha pup almost instinctively causes her to strive in being one step ahead if possible. To omegas, she does not often see to kindly. She herself would probably never put herself in a position as lowly as omega, being smart enough to stay on a high rank's good side, and being strong enough to be far from weak.
If there is one thing she loves it would be to flag her tail high and raise her head, to let the wind flap elegantly in her fur... but simply, she doesn't expect to get much of it.
[&&]Affection[&&]
In the uncertain casing that seems to en-lock her heart there is the capability to feel affection. Her endless flirting has no affection but rather fun, of course once a wolf charming enough, or interesting enough, to cross into her full attention her heart will open up. Like a mother with pups she will protect, provide, devote to the ones she truly finds in her heart to love, as she did with her pack of birth so long ago. To uncover... wipe the dust off this, not so much gold heart, but loving... caring self isn't such an easy task.
History :
Birth. The love of it all was almost despicable for awhile, while the blunt instincts of a newborn were beginning to form. To see an animal brought down, literally torn apart inside out almost taught a young one, who knew no difference between spilling blood for survival and out of hate. Then the loving tongue strokes of her mother brought on the dire need of affection and craving. Confusion of which emotion should dominate brought the young female a personality that was rather neutral.
She was in a litter of four, the only litter allowed in Darkness Falls, the litter of Shasa and Xhile... Alpha pair. Taught passion and caring but pure drive of blood she grew as a regular pup. Her brothers, three in numbering, were always wrestling, the meatheads they were. They second most intelligent next to the female named Deirdre was her brother Elijah, who seemed the most competition for the only female. Her other two brothers were so easy to outwit, yet Eli was the largest of the males (who all easily were bigger than Drea), and the smartest of the three. Petty name calling and insults in the early months were easily dominated by the only female, yet as they grew bigger putting strength now before intelligence, lucky for the dimwitted of the group.
Finding herself easily beat she took time to personally train with her mother. In the first pup-only hunt, it was no doubt Deirdre took lead, knowing more about technique than her brothers could dream. Even, she thought smugly to herself, Eli.
Over time, she even grew strong enough, witty enough to overthrow her other two brothers, but Eli still remained untouchable. This... set back seriously damaged her ego and place in the group, putting her from lead to lowly second. Predictably enough, when the time came to pick an heir it was Eli. His words to her "We need someone masculine to lead next, not a prissy only-daughter."
This... This pissed her off. She stayed, begrudgingly, long enough for her brothers training to begin, and for him to announce she would be his second in command, about a year later. before she threw it all aside, unsatisfied, and left.
Becoming a loner was the mark of a life of hardship, yet it was also a time of experiment. She knew she'd never beat her ass of a brother, because of him being kin, but she'd find another way to enhance herself, overpower others. Thus, come spring, the first time she'd come into heat, she found out another important discovery... during mating season, even sometimes after that, male wolves did not think with there first head, oh no, they thought with their reproductive organs, and she would use that to her advantage. By flirting... teasing... enough to make one's knees go weak, and simply evading any wishes to mate, she could rule. Stalked from afar by, she knew her seasoned potential was all that they needed, and she never allowed an actual mating.
That isn't completely true. She mated her third year... third spring, a male finally able to catch her, but the stress of travel already weighting her body left the embryos dead before they were even alive. Thus, nothing came.
She learned before though, to use a simply variation of flirting.. taunting... to make many crave her. To say the technique worked on everyone was incorrect, but it had won many times.
Eventually being alone began to hurt enough that she began craving order. A pack. Organization. Something. She finally began searching for one.