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Punk
Jun 15, 2008 6:43:25 GMT 10
Post by [Noctie] on Jun 15, 2008 6:43:25 GMT 10
Name;; Punk Breed;; mackenzie valley wolf Age;; 3 years Gender;; Female theOUTSIDE l l Description;; a coat that seems to breath darkness you would think that Punk really wouldn't have an appearance that was very special. Her velvet nose is as black as she is and for a smile to grace Punk's dark features it is a distinct and almost eerie contrast. Her fangs glittering white against the ebony gives her an uncanny look, as if someone is smiling out from the darkness.
Her shape can be considered as stuck between that of thin and malnourished. As much as she seems to consume she escapes obesity with her active lifestyle. Thankfully her seemingly neglected figure does not jeopardize her muscle tone. Her limbs are fairly long but do not span more then the average timber wolf. In motion, her muscles show through her pelt if it is not the winter months when her fur gains volume to protect her from the climate. Her paws have always been bigger and somewhat clumsy looking but he does not see them that way. She fulfills her needs without hindrance of her structure. She is not as light-weight as she although he can easily fall into the role of the sickly male.
Punk's eyes are his most interesting features. His eyes are a lurid azure, a justified blue. She however is has not become blind as some wolves with blue eyes do. Her iris is naturally this bemusing hue and with her steadfast black coat they can be a strange feature. She has a brillant white stripe that runs from her forehead down her neck, outlines her spine and to the tip of her tail. She has been affectionately called Skunk.
theINSIDE l l Personality This is one strange wolf. Her stance says she is humble and relenting, yet her eyes tell a different story, a tale of stubbornness and rebellion. She has learnt to lie with her body and position, since her eyes simply will not cooperate. She may sit quietly at the corner of the clearing but with time she will concoct a plan and an unfortunate accident may occur, but her amber eyes betray her and say it all : It was me.
Her seemingly bi-polarity stems from her inability to lie and her almost-futile attempts to do it anyway. Everybody knows that just being honest won't get you anywhere. It's cruel, but that's life for you. In her attempts to survive, Punk has discovered that to betray can be one of the ways to move up. Still, behind those eyes lies the quiet, affectionate side to Punk.
Quick at the tongue, Punk has a fiery temper that will make you turn your nose and stalk away. A lot of raw anger is boiling beneath the skin on this beautiful beast and she tends to take that anger out on others through the manor of insulting them. At times the vixen can seem overbearing and very cold but at heart she is just unsettled with feelings of lust and desire crossed with those of respect and sincerity. Punk is not one who trusts easily and can try to push the trust and pressure of returning that trust away when confronted by another wolf or animal. She treats them as if they were scum or she walks away and ignores them completely disregarding their pride. She tends to humiliate when there are others around to watch and then she will bask in her pride and beam at their downfall with no remorse at all.
Punk is not all just snippy and no glory, she is somewhat two-faced but her other side does not seem to show often. The other side of Punk is quiet and caring and very romantic. She is poetic and caring for all of the simple things.
History;; Punk has known a life slathered in blood from the corpses of her enemies. She has cried rivers of tears for those she trusted who fell in battle just like everyone else. She bares now physical scars but the ones that run beneath her skin gives every reason to hate the world she lives in. With reason to be irritated this she-wolf has time and time again proven herself to be as volatile as the Northern Winds. Punk was not fortunate enough to be born amongst a large pack which had the means and the territory to raise her in. Her parents themselves were loners their meeting was by chance really. Her birth along with her siblings was not unexpected but it wasn’t a joyful event either seeing as now the two adults were unable to continue their journey with such fragile cargo.
Reluctantly the two settled down in an isolated section of forest that wasn’t scent-marked by resident wolves and left it open for her parents. But the region that she grew up in was not friendly to such vulnerable souls and she was constantly being scolded for her learning endeavors. Meals were meager due to the inoppurtune time they had arrived and there were many times that Punk and her brother Rakuen anticipated death but somehow managed to pull through.
The area they dwelled in had also undertaken a drastic improvement once spring arrived. The once bleached dirt was suddenly fertile and the sporadic foliage became abundant and lush. Large prey migrated to the lands and the small family was suddenly owners of their own slab of territory. The lands improvement brought loners from across the valley who opted to join the band of four and when winter had arrived again they had accumulated another five wolves. Rakuen and Punk were two years old and Spring had spung again allowing their pack a great climate and a new diet. Bison were entering their domain and the pack happily accepted this new food. However all good things do not last and the Bovine TB virus infected their father who' health gradually deteriorated and lead to his death. Sadly their mother stepped down having grown old and unable to lead the pack alone.
Rakuen took the reigns and steered the pack out of the land hoping that within a year the virus that contaminated the bison would pass. They left and for another month migrated until they came to a new region that was unclaimed as far as wolves go. However they were not aware until later that they had a mortal enemy as their neighbors. Wild cats lived in this territory and they were not above killing wolf cubs and eating them, or killing a wolf who stumbled too close to their dens. Rakuen had always been brash and had led a campaign against their feline menace. Punk had always followed after her brother and did not question his authority. But many of the pack did. With war ensued casualties on both sides and their once fourteen strong pack had dwindled to eight.
Winter came and Rakuen was contemplating battle strategies instead of moving the pack back to their homeland. Punk continued to remind him but her brother was too headstrong, thinking only in the moment instead of the future. The pack saw this and one wolf who had ultimately had plans of taking over the pack used this as leverage and led the pack into mutiny. Rakuen just disappeared and Punk questioned the patrol who only laughed at her. When she tried to become the alpha they refused to listen and when she attempted to leave and find her missing brother they beat her. The wolf who had done all of this forced her to mate with him and for three agonizing days Punk was nothing but a broodmare.
Rakuen had since healed and came for her after making a herd of elk stampede through the valley and retrieved his sibling. Though grateful for the rescue Punk felt it was partily his fault. Her belly swelled as it should have and Rakuen was enraged at the injustice but could do nothing about it other then protect her to the best of his ability. Punk had always listened to him and after her ordeal she seemed distant and unresponsive to him. And finally when her pups arrived she left them, three blind helpless pups went without their mother who refused to take care of them.
Since then she has not been fond of males. Sample Post {From another site I'm on}
It had been a few days since Ayden had allowed Foxcall to not only inhabit her land and reside among her pack, but also since she had become the official healer for the Samara Pack. Under the scrutiny of Ayden who seemed to have a deep-set suspicion of her motives, Foxcall had decidedly played it safe and had made herself scarce in her endeavors to pass for a proficient healer. Dutifully she had secured a den for herself, a task easily performed but maintenance was key. She had expanded her hovel in her effort to convey only utter diligence to those around her. Enlarging her home to construct another, separate chamber where she could not only keep a patient, but also store herbs.
A convincing scene was one factor Foxcall was well equipped for. Now, she was biding her time, acquainting herself with the pack members and learning names and faces. Now as she lurked like a snake in the grass, she came upon the Mortimer Falls where Ravenclaw was practicing her flight abilities. Foxcall could barely recall the days of being this young and even what few scattered fragments of memory she could, they had always been secret from her parents. They had not learned of her powers until well into her second year of life.
His eyes narrowed as she slipped into the vicinity, her eyes following Ravenclaw who was then joined by a male she was not familiar with. As they say, there is no time like the present, to meet a new person. "So you are the Ravenclaw I'm supposed to train?" she said, no hint of hesitation in her voice as she emerged confidently. She disposed of her rotten demeanor and had easily adopted an appeasing, pleasant one that almost convinced her. Her guise set in place the vindictive female eyed the pair with a piqued interest, her thoughts her own but a sense of them drawn to her eyes like magnets.
"Ravne you are an apprentice, don't think to take my spot just yet." she reprimanded with a light note of humor attached. The maroon female tilted her head as she fixed her daunting orange gaze to the male. Although she had been present when ravenclaw had spoken of him being a spy, she would play the part of the unknowning medicine wolf who had only just walked in on the pair. "I'm sorry we've not met yet, you would be?"
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HalfMoon
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Punk
Jun 15, 2008 16:26:50 GMT 10
Post by HalfMoon on Jun 15, 2008 16:26:50 GMT 10
That was an excellent read! I notice you refer a few times to Punk as he, and once you mentioned amber eyes, just minor details, but I will accept it none the less.
If you'd like to fix them just PM me and I'll let you modify it, if not it's no trouble.
Can't wait to see you out there.
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