Post by Cyskel on May 29, 2006 21:20:55 GMT -5
Name :
- Cyskel. ( Sis-Skel )
Age:
- 5 years.
Gender :
- Female.
Rank :
- None for the moment.
Appearance :
Eyes - A little something ignites within her eyes. Mixed with wisdom and a dash of curiosity–her eyes are a thing of beauty if given a close look. But, colored to an exact match of her fur’s color; they hardly seem worth mentioning. And yet, they are a wonder within themselves. They do not only old every emotion of the female, but display them as well. Her eyes are an open book, a window to her soul, but so rarely do others notice this little scrap of information. It’s Cyskel’s little secret–as seen in her eyes.
Coat - Cyskel is small, even for a female. The shape of her body reflects that, as it is slenderly built–though not to the extremes. She is not deprived of food, being hints of muscle can still be seen on her body. Namely in her legs. Which leads to the fact she is a speedy little thing; able to pick up speed faster than she can truly run. Often times it is enough, startling others into thinking they are beat.
Like herself, the fur she’s clad in is also small. And being short, her fur doesn’t always life flat in particular areas. Giving her a untamed, almost rabid, type of style. The color of her fur is much like her eyes. It’s a mesh of browns and blacks–brown being a good majority of the color. So let’s just say her fur is a cream-tan color on the undersides of her body while a mass of different colors of brown cover the top. Flecked randomly throughout the mess are subtle amounts of black that don’t make much influence except on the ridge/tip of her tail and face.
Markings - No noticeable markings make an entrance until about the area of her face. Though they neither are much. Her eyes are masked with thick, bold lines of black. They start at the inner corner of both her eyes and swell out in size underneath them. From the other corner of her eye, the lines meet and trail down the fluffed up fur of her cheeks–simply disappearing into her fur when they meet at the center of her neck.
Between both eyes the black in her fur increases, but for no great reason. It simply adds to her face; the first spot eyes are drawn to when placed on the small wolf.
Other - She has a fair collection of small scars that are easily hidden by her coat and out of eyes view. The only noticeable injury, though not really that, is the ‘033' tattooed on the outside of her right ear.
Personality : Cyskel’s personality is just as her appearance says she would be. Small and timid looking, the female is almost identical in personality. Her voice is a soft breath of light air, as though she’s afraid to speak up. Which is precisely what she doesn’t do. Attention is an unwanted thing, because in her mind, attention changes a wolf. Causing them to falter and make fools of themselves. Amusing as it might be, she’d hate herself to be in that predicament.
Quiet and timid, she’s also nice to the point where she puts others before herself. It’s a courteous thing, but often times ends up putting her life in danger. When it comes to giving up her food anyways. Her words are not only quiet, but chosen so they are kind–yet truthful. Which can be harmful; but she’s fast to apologize.
On a downside, she’s obnoxiously paranoid and skittish. Constantly shooting glances over her back, shaking her fur, and watching the ground beneath her feet. Living the moment like it’s her last–as if there’s something wrong. Snap of a twig or a moving shadow, she’s the first to jump and claim the world out to get her.
It all seems like the perfect little lady, right? But it’s all a sneaky little lie. Or, that’s a bit rash for Cyskel’s standards; her outside. Her outside personality is a shadow of her appearance. But she has an inner side; The Inner Cyskel. That side of her is merely her thoughts, but what a devil they are. They reflect the void in her eyes. The part of them that just tease you with her blank stares; seeming to look right through you.
The true, hidden, Cyskel would like nothing better than to cram and apple down just about everyone she’s nice too. Unless they truly are nice wolves who tickle her fancy. But to those who don’t, she still comes off as her timid little self while secretly hating herself for doing so. This side of her shouts out rude, standoffish comments that are kept to herself–sway one or two that might escape. This side of her is a fighter, easily angered with a hot temper. Which takes every once of the female to hold it in and veil her little lie.
Though it’s not all insane and angry. In fact, little of it is. Much of this side of her dwells from the fact she has little fun. This side of her is wickedly humored–often thinking outside the box and the most extremes of all things. Prodding fun at the littlest things and egging Cyskel to do the most dumbest of stunts.
It’s the inside of us all–our side of evil. The crazy we all have. The little voice in our head, threatening to break free. And one day it will, for she can’t always be kind. One day, she will snap.
History : Everyone knows that wolf packs are among the top when it comes to family bonds and loyalty. Strict ranks are held within the group, each with their own job, and set of rules that are closely followed. A wolf pack lives and dies for one another. They know when it’s time to say goodbye and don’t hold on to their elderly forever. And the right moment to bring new life into the world. Mothers and fathers alone don’t just care for the new wolves, but the whole pack does, together. It illustrates the deep trust they have for one another, and the tight bond of family.
If a pack was split, it was sure to fall to ruins. Prey would be much to hard to bring down, and peace much to hard to keep. A pack split was not a pack at all, but rather, a collection of many packs; no loyalties at all.
But the pack we are dealing with was just that kind of pack. The presiding alphas had little, if any at all, control over many of the others. Each wolf seemed to have something else on their mind for running the family, and had found others in the pack that shared common views. Some thought a pack should consist only of strong fighters and swift hunters, while others were stuck on pups, and more mating. One group even went as far as to suggest that ranks be dropped altogether, and a single wolf rule in a dictatorship.
The arguments and different views did not just stop at groups of wolves. But went into mating pairs and their children. Young siblings often bickered with one another over who was right–not understanding at all what the war of beliefs was truly about. They simply picked a favorite adult and argued for their sake–to look and act like they were grown up. How the adults were behaving.
Little and dumb as it may seem, it threatened to tear the once strong pack apart bit by bit. The alphas were strong, proud leaders, and would allow no such thing to come upon something they worked so hard to build. So, putting their heads together, they decided to patch up the wounds and strike a compromise with what they had made the pack on; traditions. Traditions and pups. With the idea formed, they had their pups. A litter of seven–the last being stillborn–but the other six all strong and healthy.
They all varied in size and color; four male and two female. The two that stood most apart was the first born, a large black male (Taesir) and our little Cyskel. A small, calm coated, female. Also the last born.
The six grew up in a heated environment, but was quickly settling upon hearing the news of the pups. They were a topic almost everyone could agree on–and the traditions would soothe all other wounds, or so the alpha’s hoped. Upon growing of age, each of the little wolves were given a tutor to train them in the packs laws. How to be a lawful wolf, strong, skillful, and quick with decisions. The importance of family, of life, and how to be a wolf. Though not all rules were exactly being followed at that point in time. However, handed out they were, and purposely, one was given to the ‘leader’ of each of the opposing groups of wolves.
Cyskel was a mild-mannered she-wolf, and quickly adored by her tutor. Many of her siblings hit it off with their teachers, and the debates in the pack grew less and less frequent. Cyskel learned fast, eager to please, and polite in all aspects of life. She didn’t dare anger her tutor, and followed rules almost too well. No hassle at all, her training quickly progressed–showing her strength’s in running and sneaking about. Her natural knack for knowing something about everything, and her polite way of getting in on other’s business. Just, no one had the heart to tell the sweet-tempered female.
As her training progressed, she watched her eldest brother’s with a keen eye. Taesir had been handed off to one of the post stand-offish groups. One that proved her suspicions right–they were using the large male. He spied with as much skill as Cyskel, but had made the fateful mistake of telling his tutors all he found out; as their wishes went. He’d even told on the wolf her brother loved most dearly. Their mother. Like ever wolf he told on, his tutors would kill–picking off the wolves that knew of their plot to put their beliefs’ into action. The pup’s mother was one of those and quickly disposed of with little anyone to stop them–seeing how the pack was still divided in most cases.
She couldn’t blame her brother when he fled. But being the softy she was, or what everyone though she was, she ran after him. Truthfully, she didn’t run after him to comfort him. She was just as angry as any other wolf because of his stupidity, and wanted to show him her rage–after all, their mother just died.
However, as she went to confront her brother, darts shot into their flanks. Disaster was not far off...
“This one has a pair of balls on it.”
Cyskel’s sight blurred. Net and humans.
“Good, male and female. Mating pair.”
They were loaded up on a helicopter.
“What do you mean, related?!”
“I mean that they’ll have little mutant babies if they mate.”
Unable to be used as a breeding pair for the refuge they were captured for, brother and sister were quickly placed back into the wilderness. Taesier was a large wolf, and the effect of the drug wore off him quickly. Without a second thought for his back or sister–still knocked out next to him–he fled once more. Cyskel was small, uncommonly small, and the effect of the drug had it’s damage on her.
So much damage that she was knocked out all night, and still there when the trackers returned the next day. Worried that they had done major harm to the small female, they took her back into the refuge to see what they could do. The damage done was not fatal , but because of it, Cyskel was kept with the humans for a longer time then expected. Seeing how they had her–they decided to keep the female for mating; hoping to put the number of wolves on the planet higher.
She was stuck in a breeding facility.
Appalled to the very idea, Cyskel through a fit. Throughly threatened, she soon learned, however, fits would get her no where. So instead of showing that she hated the humans, she thunk it. Rage built up slowly corrupting her once pure mind–and the fact that she had a litter of pups there was no better. Yeah, she was bred. So little and young, the litter she bore wasn’t much. Two pups to it, both male, and disturbingly small. They took that as a sign that she was not a great female to use in their program. Perhaps in a few years, but not now.
They kept her long enough to rear her two male pups, and let them go along with her. They were around eight months and she; three.
Had she not changed, the idea of pups would have been welcoming. But she was much to different to love two pups that came from the place that changed her so. Making the best of it, she returned to see what became of her old pack in the two years of her absence. As it seemed, her mother’s death had managed to reunite the pack; as well as her disappearance. They cared not of Taesir.
Her father, however, had retired as an elder wolf after his mates death. But the current alpha pair had recently had pups and accepted Cyskel’s own little males; Taleam and Arsinist (Arsin). Free of her burdens, Cyskel turned her back on the pack to find Taesir. Her newly developed personality was carefully hidden, veiled by her old self to gain the hearts of others to aid her on her quest.
She had a grudge to settle and a new life to start.
- Cyskel. ( Sis-Skel )
Age:
- 5 years.
Gender :
- Female.
Rank :
- None for the moment.
Appearance :
Eyes - A little something ignites within her eyes. Mixed with wisdom and a dash of curiosity–her eyes are a thing of beauty if given a close look. But, colored to an exact match of her fur’s color; they hardly seem worth mentioning. And yet, they are a wonder within themselves. They do not only old every emotion of the female, but display them as well. Her eyes are an open book, a window to her soul, but so rarely do others notice this little scrap of information. It’s Cyskel’s little secret–as seen in her eyes.
Coat - Cyskel is small, even for a female. The shape of her body reflects that, as it is slenderly built–though not to the extremes. She is not deprived of food, being hints of muscle can still be seen on her body. Namely in her legs. Which leads to the fact she is a speedy little thing; able to pick up speed faster than she can truly run. Often times it is enough, startling others into thinking they are beat.
Like herself, the fur she’s clad in is also small. And being short, her fur doesn’t always life flat in particular areas. Giving her a untamed, almost rabid, type of style. The color of her fur is much like her eyes. It’s a mesh of browns and blacks–brown being a good majority of the color. So let’s just say her fur is a cream-tan color on the undersides of her body while a mass of different colors of brown cover the top. Flecked randomly throughout the mess are subtle amounts of black that don’t make much influence except on the ridge/tip of her tail and face.
Markings - No noticeable markings make an entrance until about the area of her face. Though they neither are much. Her eyes are masked with thick, bold lines of black. They start at the inner corner of both her eyes and swell out in size underneath them. From the other corner of her eye, the lines meet and trail down the fluffed up fur of her cheeks–simply disappearing into her fur when they meet at the center of her neck.
Between both eyes the black in her fur increases, but for no great reason. It simply adds to her face; the first spot eyes are drawn to when placed on the small wolf.
Other - She has a fair collection of small scars that are easily hidden by her coat and out of eyes view. The only noticeable injury, though not really that, is the ‘033' tattooed on the outside of her right ear.
Personality : Cyskel’s personality is just as her appearance says she would be. Small and timid looking, the female is almost identical in personality. Her voice is a soft breath of light air, as though she’s afraid to speak up. Which is precisely what she doesn’t do. Attention is an unwanted thing, because in her mind, attention changes a wolf. Causing them to falter and make fools of themselves. Amusing as it might be, she’d hate herself to be in that predicament.
Quiet and timid, she’s also nice to the point where she puts others before herself. It’s a courteous thing, but often times ends up putting her life in danger. When it comes to giving up her food anyways. Her words are not only quiet, but chosen so they are kind–yet truthful. Which can be harmful; but she’s fast to apologize.
On a downside, she’s obnoxiously paranoid and skittish. Constantly shooting glances over her back, shaking her fur, and watching the ground beneath her feet. Living the moment like it’s her last–as if there’s something wrong. Snap of a twig or a moving shadow, she’s the first to jump and claim the world out to get her.
It all seems like the perfect little lady, right? But it’s all a sneaky little lie. Or, that’s a bit rash for Cyskel’s standards; her outside. Her outside personality is a shadow of her appearance. But she has an inner side; The Inner Cyskel. That side of her is merely her thoughts, but what a devil they are. They reflect the void in her eyes. The part of them that just tease you with her blank stares; seeming to look right through you.
The true, hidden, Cyskel would like nothing better than to cram and apple down just about everyone she’s nice too. Unless they truly are nice wolves who tickle her fancy. But to those who don’t, she still comes off as her timid little self while secretly hating herself for doing so. This side of her shouts out rude, standoffish comments that are kept to herself–sway one or two that might escape. This side of her is a fighter, easily angered with a hot temper. Which takes every once of the female to hold it in and veil her little lie.
Though it’s not all insane and angry. In fact, little of it is. Much of this side of her dwells from the fact she has little fun. This side of her is wickedly humored–often thinking outside the box and the most extremes of all things. Prodding fun at the littlest things and egging Cyskel to do the most dumbest of stunts.
It’s the inside of us all–our side of evil. The crazy we all have. The little voice in our head, threatening to break free. And one day it will, for she can’t always be kind. One day, she will snap.
History : Everyone knows that wolf packs are among the top when it comes to family bonds and loyalty. Strict ranks are held within the group, each with their own job, and set of rules that are closely followed. A wolf pack lives and dies for one another. They know when it’s time to say goodbye and don’t hold on to their elderly forever. And the right moment to bring new life into the world. Mothers and fathers alone don’t just care for the new wolves, but the whole pack does, together. It illustrates the deep trust they have for one another, and the tight bond of family.
If a pack was split, it was sure to fall to ruins. Prey would be much to hard to bring down, and peace much to hard to keep. A pack split was not a pack at all, but rather, a collection of many packs; no loyalties at all.
But the pack we are dealing with was just that kind of pack. The presiding alphas had little, if any at all, control over many of the others. Each wolf seemed to have something else on their mind for running the family, and had found others in the pack that shared common views. Some thought a pack should consist only of strong fighters and swift hunters, while others were stuck on pups, and more mating. One group even went as far as to suggest that ranks be dropped altogether, and a single wolf rule in a dictatorship.
The arguments and different views did not just stop at groups of wolves. But went into mating pairs and their children. Young siblings often bickered with one another over who was right–not understanding at all what the war of beliefs was truly about. They simply picked a favorite adult and argued for their sake–to look and act like they were grown up. How the adults were behaving.
Little and dumb as it may seem, it threatened to tear the once strong pack apart bit by bit. The alphas were strong, proud leaders, and would allow no such thing to come upon something they worked so hard to build. So, putting their heads together, they decided to patch up the wounds and strike a compromise with what they had made the pack on; traditions. Traditions and pups. With the idea formed, they had their pups. A litter of seven–the last being stillborn–but the other six all strong and healthy.
They all varied in size and color; four male and two female. The two that stood most apart was the first born, a large black male (Taesir) and our little Cyskel. A small, calm coated, female. Also the last born.
The six grew up in a heated environment, but was quickly settling upon hearing the news of the pups. They were a topic almost everyone could agree on–and the traditions would soothe all other wounds, or so the alpha’s hoped. Upon growing of age, each of the little wolves were given a tutor to train them in the packs laws. How to be a lawful wolf, strong, skillful, and quick with decisions. The importance of family, of life, and how to be a wolf. Though not all rules were exactly being followed at that point in time. However, handed out they were, and purposely, one was given to the ‘leader’ of each of the opposing groups of wolves.
Cyskel was a mild-mannered she-wolf, and quickly adored by her tutor. Many of her siblings hit it off with their teachers, and the debates in the pack grew less and less frequent. Cyskel learned fast, eager to please, and polite in all aspects of life. She didn’t dare anger her tutor, and followed rules almost too well. No hassle at all, her training quickly progressed–showing her strength’s in running and sneaking about. Her natural knack for knowing something about everything, and her polite way of getting in on other’s business. Just, no one had the heart to tell the sweet-tempered female.
As her training progressed, she watched her eldest brother’s with a keen eye. Taesir had been handed off to one of the post stand-offish groups. One that proved her suspicions right–they were using the large male. He spied with as much skill as Cyskel, but had made the fateful mistake of telling his tutors all he found out; as their wishes went. He’d even told on the wolf her brother loved most dearly. Their mother. Like ever wolf he told on, his tutors would kill–picking off the wolves that knew of their plot to put their beliefs’ into action. The pup’s mother was one of those and quickly disposed of with little anyone to stop them–seeing how the pack was still divided in most cases.
She couldn’t blame her brother when he fled. But being the softy she was, or what everyone though she was, she ran after him. Truthfully, she didn’t run after him to comfort him. She was just as angry as any other wolf because of his stupidity, and wanted to show him her rage–after all, their mother just died.
However, as she went to confront her brother, darts shot into their flanks. Disaster was not far off...
“This one has a pair of balls on it.”
Cyskel’s sight blurred. Net and humans.
“Good, male and female. Mating pair.”
They were loaded up on a helicopter.
“What do you mean, related?!”
“I mean that they’ll have little mutant babies if they mate.”
Unable to be used as a breeding pair for the refuge they were captured for, brother and sister were quickly placed back into the wilderness. Taesier was a large wolf, and the effect of the drug wore off him quickly. Without a second thought for his back or sister–still knocked out next to him–he fled once more. Cyskel was small, uncommonly small, and the effect of the drug had it’s damage on her.
So much damage that she was knocked out all night, and still there when the trackers returned the next day. Worried that they had done major harm to the small female, they took her back into the refuge to see what they could do. The damage done was not fatal , but because of it, Cyskel was kept with the humans for a longer time then expected. Seeing how they had her–they decided to keep the female for mating; hoping to put the number of wolves on the planet higher.
She was stuck in a breeding facility.
Appalled to the very idea, Cyskel through a fit. Throughly threatened, she soon learned, however, fits would get her no where. So instead of showing that she hated the humans, she thunk it. Rage built up slowly corrupting her once pure mind–and the fact that she had a litter of pups there was no better. Yeah, she was bred. So little and young, the litter she bore wasn’t much. Two pups to it, both male, and disturbingly small. They took that as a sign that she was not a great female to use in their program. Perhaps in a few years, but not now.
They kept her long enough to rear her two male pups, and let them go along with her. They were around eight months and she; three.
Had she not changed, the idea of pups would have been welcoming. But she was much to different to love two pups that came from the place that changed her so. Making the best of it, she returned to see what became of her old pack in the two years of her absence. As it seemed, her mother’s death had managed to reunite the pack; as well as her disappearance. They cared not of Taesir.
Her father, however, had retired as an elder wolf after his mates death. But the current alpha pair had recently had pups and accepted Cyskel’s own little males; Taleam and Arsinist (Arsin). Free of her burdens, Cyskel turned her back on the pack to find Taesir. Her newly developed personality was carefully hidden, veiled by her old self to gain the hearts of others to aid her on her quest.
She had a grudge to settle and a new life to start.