Post by Pyvik on Jul 6, 2007 0:00:38 GMT -5
Name: Pyvik
Gender: Female
Age: 14 Seasons (3 1/2 years old)
History: her life was a simple one of strife. she was born, she lived, she separated from the pack as it crumbled. there is no secret, there is no great importance. her character was carved by the very notion of a pack so large it could not remain stable, but she is a wolf, and quite adaptable by nature. she judges others out of necessity, otherwise she knew she'd die.
Sample Post:
there was a tuft of fur dangling almost cynically on the piece of bracken that seemed to be laughing at her. Pyvik shook her head, muzzle opening slightly as her jaw unhinged enough to let her tongue curl out of her mouth. it was hot, the rotting season beginning to creep in on the land, but it was not soon enough. the summer heat was still engulfing her muscles, saturating her fur with an indolent laziness she knew she could never afford. if she were to live, then she must keep her mind focused and sever herself from the distractions of this mortal world.
a northern rocky grey, Pyvik not only shone with the brilliance of youth and the curves of femininity but she was a molded into the perfect hunter. one that could be still even when the very tension in the air bade her be moving; one that could walk quietly among the oak leaves, her paws barely leaving an imprint upon the ground she tread. she was almost a ghost, one that had haunted and lurked in the shadows all of her life. she knew silence, and kept it, even in the most inauspicious weather where it was all she could do not to lift her muzzle to the sky and howl long and loud, provoking those out there, daring them to come.
it was the loneliness that often got to her, long before the starvation would ever set in, or the thirst which would turn her very mouth against her. she'd seen death, watched as it laid strewn about her feet. Pyvik knew it well enough to respect it. she loved life far too dearly to let it go on whim. unlike others, she struggled, fought with tooth and nail to achieve the very thing that had been denied her. with glowing hopes and dreams, Pyvik remained alive and breathing.
a wretched abomination that had been born out of rank, out of safety and in a world of darkness, she had been born to the world a helpless pup intent on nothing but love. she had snuggled up to her mother, not know the danger that awaited her. her very birth had been blasphemous.
Pyvik sighed, shaking her fur out as she stepped lightly upon the terra. it moved beneath her paws, a throbbing pulsating heart beat that sang in tune with her own heart. there was a song there, a song that begged to be sung, begged her to lift her silver white muzzle high into the sky, open that maw to reveal the thick curved fangs within and bare her soul. it was what howling was. the very sound torn deep from the soul, a lonesome carrying note that would bring many close from miles around for it would touch upon their own sorrows and ignite in them an empathy that only wolves could muster.
such had been her fate, to wander the woods alone, lonely and strong-willed. very few would be allow herself to be dominated by, for she'd seen the truth behind power. it was something she had begun to recognize, and in that recognition came life. from it, sprung the knowledge of safety and with easy gaging of another's temperament, Pyvik was able to see how far to push them. it was the only thing she truly ever wished for; a home. free of fear.
the sounds in her ears were soft and cheerful and she almost balked against the happiness that seemed to emanate from it, but in the end, the northern rocky grey gave in to grim curiosity and followed a long lengthy trail through the forest. it wound its way through streams, brooks and vegetation, sending her on a trail of sights and sounds rather than destination. nose to the ground and tail curling up high over her backside Pyvik felt a need begin to boil in her tummy. it was a vibration that sent her emotions curling and had her adrenaline rushing through her veins. the grey lifted up her gaze and stared into the shadows. no, it couldn't be....
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Gender: Female
Age: 14 Seasons (3 1/2 years old)
History: her life was a simple one of strife. she was born, she lived, she separated from the pack as it crumbled. there is no secret, there is no great importance. her character was carved by the very notion of a pack so large it could not remain stable, but she is a wolf, and quite adaptable by nature. she judges others out of necessity, otherwise she knew she'd die.
Sample Post:
there was a tuft of fur dangling almost cynically on the piece of bracken that seemed to be laughing at her. Pyvik shook her head, muzzle opening slightly as her jaw unhinged enough to let her tongue curl out of her mouth. it was hot, the rotting season beginning to creep in on the land, but it was not soon enough. the summer heat was still engulfing her muscles, saturating her fur with an indolent laziness she knew she could never afford. if she were to live, then she must keep her mind focused and sever herself from the distractions of this mortal world.
a northern rocky grey, Pyvik not only shone with the brilliance of youth and the curves of femininity but she was a molded into the perfect hunter. one that could be still even when the very tension in the air bade her be moving; one that could walk quietly among the oak leaves, her paws barely leaving an imprint upon the ground she tread. she was almost a ghost, one that had haunted and lurked in the shadows all of her life. she knew silence, and kept it, even in the most inauspicious weather where it was all she could do not to lift her muzzle to the sky and howl long and loud, provoking those out there, daring them to come.
it was the loneliness that often got to her, long before the starvation would ever set in, or the thirst which would turn her very mouth against her. she'd seen death, watched as it laid strewn about her feet. Pyvik knew it well enough to respect it. she loved life far too dearly to let it go on whim. unlike others, she struggled, fought with tooth and nail to achieve the very thing that had been denied her. with glowing hopes and dreams, Pyvik remained alive and breathing.
a wretched abomination that had been born out of rank, out of safety and in a world of darkness, she had been born to the world a helpless pup intent on nothing but love. she had snuggled up to her mother, not know the danger that awaited her. her very birth had been blasphemous.
Pyvik sighed, shaking her fur out as she stepped lightly upon the terra. it moved beneath her paws, a throbbing pulsating heart beat that sang in tune with her own heart. there was a song there, a song that begged to be sung, begged her to lift her silver white muzzle high into the sky, open that maw to reveal the thick curved fangs within and bare her soul. it was what howling was. the very sound torn deep from the soul, a lonesome carrying note that would bring many close from miles around for it would touch upon their own sorrows and ignite in them an empathy that only wolves could muster.
such had been her fate, to wander the woods alone, lonely and strong-willed. very few would be allow herself to be dominated by, for she'd seen the truth behind power. it was something she had begun to recognize, and in that recognition came life. from it, sprung the knowledge of safety and with easy gaging of another's temperament, Pyvik was able to see how far to push them. it was the only thing she truly ever wished for; a home. free of fear.
the sounds in her ears were soft and cheerful and she almost balked against the happiness that seemed to emanate from it, but in the end, the northern rocky grey gave in to grim curiosity and followed a long lengthy trail through the forest. it wound its way through streams, brooks and vegetation, sending her on a trail of sights and sounds rather than destination. nose to the ground and tail curling up high over her backside Pyvik felt a need begin to boil in her tummy. it was a vibration that sent her emotions curling and had her adrenaline rushing through her veins. the grey lifted up her gaze and stared into the shadows. no, it couldn't be....
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