Post by ♥Meggalicious ;; on Feb 7, 2007 11:03:11 GMT -5
You should have turned and ran like h e l l
n a m e : Atreyu Amadi
r e f e r e n c e : Atreyu
s o u n d : [Uh-trey-yoo Uh-mod-ee]
b l o o d : Wolf
a l l e g i a n c e : Dark
s e x : Male
l i f e : Four winters
c a d r e : Timberland Forest
t i t l e : Alphen
a c q u a i n t a n c e s :
Vendeta [hump buddy]
November [one of the lovers]
Friction
a l l i e s : None
f o e s : None
b e t r o t h e d : To no one
o f f s p r i n g : Puppy [f- November], Una [f- Vendeta], Honkee [m- Vendeta]
a p p e a r a n c e
Like any typical dark wolf, Atreyu claims to be larger than the others. And perhaps he is right. His legs are rather long, and his mid-section seems rather 'chubby' from brawn. Chest and front legs are thick with what it seems to be muscle, though his hind legs lack such. Because of this, it is clear that a weakness is defiantly running. A large wound is clearly visible on the front of his chest, which is severely infected and gives off a horrible aroma. Along his left side, scars mark down towards his hide. His eyes are a deep brown/ golden hue; though, they darken when he is enraged.
p e r s o n a
Atreyu doesn't differ too much from other damned wolven; with the same nasty attitude. But, he is known to be a flirt as well. Atreyu adores the attention of females... but, mostly for reasons that he benefits from in the long run. He is known to be a crook of one's innocence, as he has done many a time, which is why even Atreyu is unsure if he has any children. Males in his presence is strictly prohibited; and a male around one of his girls?
Fuucking murder.
He is one that is quick to attack, and usually isn't too bright about it; which can either end in a horrible defeat or a lucky victory.
h i s t o r y
[Coming soon]
[/size][/center]Like any typical dark wolf, Atreyu claims to be larger than the others. And perhaps he is right. His legs are rather long, and his mid-section seems rather 'chubby' from brawn. Chest and front legs are thick with what it seems to be muscle, though his hind legs lack such. Because of this, it is clear that a weakness is defiantly running. A large wound is clearly visible on the front of his chest, which is severely infected and gives off a horrible aroma. Along his left side, scars mark down towards his hide. His eyes are a deep brown/ golden hue; though, they darken when he is enraged.
p e r s o n a
Atreyu doesn't differ too much from other damned wolven; with the same nasty attitude. But, he is known to be a flirt as well. Atreyu adores the attention of females... but, mostly for reasons that he benefits from in the long run. He is known to be a crook of one's innocence, as he has done many a time, which is why even Atreyu is unsure if he has any children. Males in his presence is strictly prohibited; and a male around one of his girls?
Fuucking murder.
He is one that is quick to attack, and usually isn't too bright about it; which can either end in a horrible defeat or a lucky victory.
h i s t o r y
[Coming soon]
the only way you're s a f e is if you're already d e a d
Alias: September Claret
Calling: Nothing other than September
Say It: Sep-tem-bur Klare-et
Pedigree: Dark Timber Wolf
Winters: 3
Sex: Vixen
Adobe: None
Rank: Loner
Acquaintances: None
Enemies: None
Heart: With none
Kin: None
What All See:
I am much known for being quite different from other females. For a start, take a look at the coat layered horridly across my body. It is a mix of hues, a potentialy elegant array of browns and blacks, whites and golds. Marvelous, eh? The face may seem rugid to most; though I find it very sexy. My left aud is torn at the tip, the ends frayed and demonic looking. A scar is etched across my nape and larnyx while a deep wound lie just under my breast. Further on, one shall notice the remarkable injuries drawn like stick figures on my legs. They are messy and wiggle this way and that, back and forth, deep and thin. My tassel, however, is quite 'fluffy' and has a full length of fur. The only irregular thing about my apperance could perhaps be my swollen left eye, for in that optic, I am completely blind.
What Few See:
Dear children. Perhaps you may get the chance to wander past those filthy rags and be able to touch something... worse. Ah, yes. Persona it is! My image greatly reflects how I act and treat others, with cruelty and a careless nature that leads to such gruesome marks. To some, this may be attractive; though it is those males who are very foolish. To fall for Claret blood is like falling for a rabid badger; almost impossible. Females are unimportant to me and I find it best to rid of the entire, pathetic lock of them. Males are of greater interest to me (go figure.) I have been known to have quite a seductive and flirtacious side, if you catch me in a rather fine mood. Other than that... the show says it all. Stay back, mutt. Stay back.
What None See:
Dammn those good-for-nothing-lame-irresponsible-mangy-cruel-stupid-dammn parents of mine. Rot with me and hell, why don't you. Sounds like a sure-fire plan.
My life hadn't really begun until I could actually /remember/ it, which wasn't until about a month after I was born. I remember blinking, staring at the faces of those I just met... but knew forever. August and Tyllana, smiling and nuzzling and giving me the typical puppy shiit. A lick here, a smile there, twinkle twinkle little star. Happy as can be. I suppose I wasn't their only pride-and-joy, because there was another rowdy youngster they would scold. Often, they used the name October when directly speaking to him. I suppose that must be his name. October and September. Yeah, Mom and Dad. Thats cute.
So many these days have had parents that were the strongest in the cadre; the beloved alphens or betas, perhaps even deltas. But I was forced to be one spat on by others. I was an outlawed child; the disgrace; the outcast. October and I were the children of the omega pair, and the alphens weren't too pleased about our arrival. They were pissed at Mom and Pops. Serves 'em right. Why couldn't their 'love' urges control themselves for a few more years? But soon, there we were. Worthless as the dirt we had been thrown upon. But I do remember that alphena. She was a wicked character with a love for snarling and yapping on and on. The first time I saw her was when I finally wandered from the den, curious of my new home, with August and good-old Tyllana watching like hawks. And there she was, giving her infamous 'you-son-of-a-biitch' snarls that sent me and October crashing to the floor. It was pretty clear she didn't like us, for she batted us a bit like dying birds while our parents sat and watched. Morons didn't do a thing about it!
We crawled through our first six months with nothing more than a few wounds, a bite here or there, and-- oh yes. Poor October's broken foot. Dammn alpha gave that one to him, but being as determined as he was, he caused even greater damage to himself. One day the moron decided to try and play with m. He stood and took one step before stumbling out of the den and letting a freaking leg bash against a rock. Apparently, this shattered the bone. Being so young, I was unsure of what to do and could only wait for my family to return. I sat there for hours, snarling, yelping, howling. Whatever I could. He was shivering and ever so hungry. Poor little darling. I too was tired, so I headed into the den for a good night's sleep.
Morning sprung and precious Mother and Dad hadn't arrived. October was still laying near the rock, twitching and croaking and whimpering his plead. Again I tried to call, this time with a much faster response. She arrived. The alphess. Her dark eyes looked him over once, then shifted at me, before She nudged his weak little body. He snarled in return. It was then our parents arrived, and Mother rushed up to Her with concern and wonder. "What happened? October, Raiy. What happened?!" She only glared at mother as momma nudged him, his tail beating and his stomach growling.
She stepped in. "Leave him," the alphess spoke... and my mother and father slinked off, leaving me behind with October. The alphena glared at me and growled, ordering me to follow the omegas, which I stupidly did. The alphena apparently didn't kill October, but nursed him to heath before he died of a strange illness. By that time I was a year old. I hated my parents and began showing rebellion, aggression, hate towards them. "You let him die," I would shout and even strike them. Father would scold and punish me. Sometimes, I would come out wounded; sometimes, not. Mother didn't care. I don't even think she noticed. They already had a litter of three month old pups, and I was in the dust. I didn't and still don't care what their names were. I hated them as much as their parents.
For six months I had managed to be the outcast on my own, striving for my own small meals and avoiding most interactions with the pack. The alphess would try and push me out; drive me away by attacking or slashing or striking. Pathetic attempts. Strangely, I refused to leave. At the age of a year and a half, my parents' darling litter had dwindled from six to only two puppies. The others had, 'mysteriously', vanished. Oh well. They made quite a meal for any hungry animal out there. My strange nature could not be fulfilled by a couple dead babies. I needed more. Daddy was the first victim as he awoken in the night with a gash on his side. I know he knew it was me. It seemed to have gotten infected and spread to my mother and her remaining pups, leaving an entire den of sick 'children.' Alpha didn't care. Didn't notice. Not her problem.
Both pups didn't make it, and as I had later heard, neither did my father. The happenings of my mother are uncertain, though they do not phase me. I left after making sure both their remaining children were dead, left to live a life with October. For another year I was living on my own, fighting and struggling to survive, which took a major toll on who I am now. I faught for three packs, demanding leadership, but only one I actually won. It was a measly little pack that was filled with pups... and they hardly interested me. I vanished without a trace.
New land. Pimpin'. About time to show up these retarded leaders. Hey, perhaps if I'm lucky, I'll get a few humps out of it too. Oh, what joy!
So gather around, children. You ready for this?
Lets go raise some fuucking hell.
[/size]I am much known for being quite different from other females. For a start, take a look at the coat layered horridly across my body. It is a mix of hues, a potentialy elegant array of browns and blacks, whites and golds. Marvelous, eh? The face may seem rugid to most; though I find it very sexy. My left aud is torn at the tip, the ends frayed and demonic looking. A scar is etched across my nape and larnyx while a deep wound lie just under my breast. Further on, one shall notice the remarkable injuries drawn like stick figures on my legs. They are messy and wiggle this way and that, back and forth, deep and thin. My tassel, however, is quite 'fluffy' and has a full length of fur. The only irregular thing about my apperance could perhaps be my swollen left eye, for in that optic, I am completely blind.
What Few See:
Dear children. Perhaps you may get the chance to wander past those filthy rags and be able to touch something... worse. Ah, yes. Persona it is! My image greatly reflects how I act and treat others, with cruelty and a careless nature that leads to such gruesome marks. To some, this may be attractive; though it is those males who are very foolish. To fall for Claret blood is like falling for a rabid badger; almost impossible. Females are unimportant to me and I find it best to rid of the entire, pathetic lock of them. Males are of greater interest to me (go figure.) I have been known to have quite a seductive and flirtacious side, if you catch me in a rather fine mood. Other than that... the show says it all. Stay back, mutt. Stay back.
What None See:
Dammn those good-for-nothing-lame-irresponsible-mangy-cruel-stupid-dammn parents of mine. Rot with me and hell, why don't you. Sounds like a sure-fire plan.
My life hadn't really begun until I could actually /remember/ it, which wasn't until about a month after I was born. I remember blinking, staring at the faces of those I just met... but knew forever. August and Tyllana, smiling and nuzzling and giving me the typical puppy shiit. A lick here, a smile there, twinkle twinkle little star. Happy as can be. I suppose I wasn't their only pride-and-joy, because there was another rowdy youngster they would scold. Often, they used the name October when directly speaking to him. I suppose that must be his name. October and September. Yeah, Mom and Dad. Thats cute.
So many these days have had parents that were the strongest in the cadre; the beloved alphens or betas, perhaps even deltas. But I was forced to be one spat on by others. I was an outlawed child; the disgrace; the outcast. October and I were the children of the omega pair, and the alphens weren't too pleased about our arrival. They were pissed at Mom and Pops. Serves 'em right. Why couldn't their 'love' urges control themselves for a few more years? But soon, there we were. Worthless as the dirt we had been thrown upon. But I do remember that alphena. She was a wicked character with a love for snarling and yapping on and on. The first time I saw her was when I finally wandered from the den, curious of my new home, with August and good-old Tyllana watching like hawks. And there she was, giving her infamous 'you-son-of-a-biitch' snarls that sent me and October crashing to the floor. It was pretty clear she didn't like us, for she batted us a bit like dying birds while our parents sat and watched. Morons didn't do a thing about it!
We crawled through our first six months with nothing more than a few wounds, a bite here or there, and-- oh yes. Poor October's broken foot. Dammn alpha gave that one to him, but being as determined as he was, he caused even greater damage to himself. One day the moron decided to try and play with m. He stood and took one step before stumbling out of the den and letting a freaking leg bash against a rock. Apparently, this shattered the bone. Being so young, I was unsure of what to do and could only wait for my family to return. I sat there for hours, snarling, yelping, howling. Whatever I could. He was shivering and ever so hungry. Poor little darling. I too was tired, so I headed into the den for a good night's sleep.
Morning sprung and precious Mother and Dad hadn't arrived. October was still laying near the rock, twitching and croaking and whimpering his plead. Again I tried to call, this time with a much faster response. She arrived. The alphess. Her dark eyes looked him over once, then shifted at me, before She nudged his weak little body. He snarled in return. It was then our parents arrived, and Mother rushed up to Her with concern and wonder. "What happened? October, Raiy. What happened?!" She only glared at mother as momma nudged him, his tail beating and his stomach growling.
She stepped in. "Leave him," the alphess spoke... and my mother and father slinked off, leaving me behind with October. The alphena glared at me and growled, ordering me to follow the omegas, which I stupidly did. The alphena apparently didn't kill October, but nursed him to heath before he died of a strange illness. By that time I was a year old. I hated my parents and began showing rebellion, aggression, hate towards them. "You let him die," I would shout and even strike them. Father would scold and punish me. Sometimes, I would come out wounded; sometimes, not. Mother didn't care. I don't even think she noticed. They already had a litter of three month old pups, and I was in the dust. I didn't and still don't care what their names were. I hated them as much as their parents.
For six months I had managed to be the outcast on my own, striving for my own small meals and avoiding most interactions with the pack. The alphess would try and push me out; drive me away by attacking or slashing or striking. Pathetic attempts. Strangely, I refused to leave. At the age of a year and a half, my parents' darling litter had dwindled from six to only two puppies. The others had, 'mysteriously', vanished. Oh well. They made quite a meal for any hungry animal out there. My strange nature could not be fulfilled by a couple dead babies. I needed more. Daddy was the first victim as he awoken in the night with a gash on his side. I know he knew it was me. It seemed to have gotten infected and spread to my mother and her remaining pups, leaving an entire den of sick 'children.' Alpha didn't care. Didn't notice. Not her problem.
Both pups didn't make it, and as I had later heard, neither did my father. The happenings of my mother are uncertain, though they do not phase me. I left after making sure both their remaining children were dead, left to live a life with October. For another year I was living on my own, fighting and struggling to survive, which took a major toll on who I am now. I faught for three packs, demanding leadership, but only one I actually won. It was a measly little pack that was filled with pups... and they hardly interested me. I vanished without a trace.
New land. Pimpin'. About time to show up these retarded leaders. Hey, perhaps if I'm lucky, I'll get a few humps out of it too. Oh, what joy!
So gather around, children. You ready for this?
Lets go raise some fuucking hell.
