Post by Deirdre on Jul 6, 2007 20:52:39 GMT -5
Character name: Deirdre
Gender: female
Age: 3 years
History [if available]: Deirdre was the runt of her litter, but despite her small size she was born very beautiful. Her slim build and shy nature made her a target to males, but her brothers and father always protected her. Unfortunatly while trying to get away from a would be suiter Deirdre's father was killed by the male, who in turn was killed by her brothers. Her brothers eventually moved out of the family pack and joined others leaving Deirdre on her own. She tries to be strong, but her fragile build has only a strong spirit.
Example post [MUST be 500 words or more]: The cold air burned at the predators' eyes. The stared each other down, low growls emitting frequently. A large male, young and smelling strongly of lust seemed to be far stronger then the elder wolf. However he had more experience, they would see soon enough who was better. The young male looked over to his prize-to-be. A fine young she-wolf, small as she was, he could tell she would still give birth well. Deirdre hid in the snow drift, watching her father stand ready to fight off this male who wished to claim her. There was a final snarl before the larger younger male charged her father. The old alpha used the young wolfs strength against him, he managed to get underneath him and clamp hard on his hind leg. Deirdre held her breath, this was it! Her father need only to snap the male’s leg and it would be done.
No. Her father was too old now; his jaws were not strong enough to break such a young wolf’s leg. The large male gripped his neck in his jaws and shook him violently. Deirdre watched in horror as her fathers blood was splattered on the ground. The male dropped the ruined corpse on the ground. Her father was dead.
The large male approached her, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction, "Your mine now..." he said, but his triumph was short lived. Three young males, as strong as him slammed into him and began to tear him apart limb from limb. Deirdre watched silently as her brothers claimed vengeance. This was law.
"I'm sorry, Deirdre...but you knew it would happen sooner or later." those were the last words her oldest brother had said before leaving her alone...just like the other two. Deirdre was a lone female now...no one would be able to protect her if a male came along. The grey she-wolf only nodded to her brother. He had been named alpha of the pack in which the male who had killed her father had come.
Her middle brother had found a she-wolf and was running in her pack now, while her youngest brother had joined another pack full of strong males. He hoped to learn from them and become strong like their father.
Deirdre found herself back at that once snowy field where her father had fallen. There was nothing left now, just a horrible memory. Feeling the loneliness consume her she lifted her head and howled the call of the lone wolf. Her high soprano climbed the air, lowering a little each time to show her growing despair.
I am lone now…but I must be strong! I will survive.
She looked at her own small frame, …I am weak…no! Don’t think that! I can be strong…I will protect myself…I will live.
Deirdre scoffed, no wonder her mother had named her “sorrow”. She knew that it was all the runt of the litter would be able to look forward to. Breathing in deeply the lone she-wolf padded off into the forest, slowly moving faster into a run. If she was going to live on her own, she would need to learn how to hunt without her brothers.
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Gender: female
Age: 3 years
History [if available]: Deirdre was the runt of her litter, but despite her small size she was born very beautiful. Her slim build and shy nature made her a target to males, but her brothers and father always protected her. Unfortunatly while trying to get away from a would be suiter Deirdre's father was killed by the male, who in turn was killed by her brothers. Her brothers eventually moved out of the family pack and joined others leaving Deirdre on her own. She tries to be strong, but her fragile build has only a strong spirit.
Example post [MUST be 500 words or more]: The cold air burned at the predators' eyes. The stared each other down, low growls emitting frequently. A large male, young and smelling strongly of lust seemed to be far stronger then the elder wolf. However he had more experience, they would see soon enough who was better. The young male looked over to his prize-to-be. A fine young she-wolf, small as she was, he could tell she would still give birth well. Deirdre hid in the snow drift, watching her father stand ready to fight off this male who wished to claim her. There was a final snarl before the larger younger male charged her father. The old alpha used the young wolfs strength against him, he managed to get underneath him and clamp hard on his hind leg. Deirdre held her breath, this was it! Her father need only to snap the male’s leg and it would be done.
No. Her father was too old now; his jaws were not strong enough to break such a young wolf’s leg. The large male gripped his neck in his jaws and shook him violently. Deirdre watched in horror as her fathers blood was splattered on the ground. The male dropped the ruined corpse on the ground. Her father was dead.
The large male approached her, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction, "Your mine now..." he said, but his triumph was short lived. Three young males, as strong as him slammed into him and began to tear him apart limb from limb. Deirdre watched silently as her brothers claimed vengeance. This was law.
"I'm sorry, Deirdre...but you knew it would happen sooner or later." those were the last words her oldest brother had said before leaving her alone...just like the other two. Deirdre was a lone female now...no one would be able to protect her if a male came along. The grey she-wolf only nodded to her brother. He had been named alpha of the pack in which the male who had killed her father had come.
Her middle brother had found a she-wolf and was running in her pack now, while her youngest brother had joined another pack full of strong males. He hoped to learn from them and become strong like their father.
Deirdre found herself back at that once snowy field where her father had fallen. There was nothing left now, just a horrible memory. Feeling the loneliness consume her she lifted her head and howled the call of the lone wolf. Her high soprano climbed the air, lowering a little each time to show her growing despair.
I am lone now…but I must be strong! I will survive.
She looked at her own small frame, …I am weak…no! Don’t think that! I can be strong…I will protect myself…I will live.
Deirdre scoffed, no wonder her mother had named her “sorrow”. She knew that it was all the runt of the litter would be able to look forward to. Breathing in deeply the lone she-wolf padded off into the forest, slowly moving faster into a run. If she was going to live on her own, she would need to learn how to hunt without her brothers.
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