Post by Raphyr on May 26, 2006 15:26:23 GMT -5
Name: Raphyr Farune
Gender: Femme
Age: 3 1/2 Summers
Description: The femme has quite a small frame with long, quite muscled legs. In human language she would be known as quite ‘lanky’ but her typical grey wolf pelt hides the thin aspect of her quite well. She has large, bright auburn coloured orbs and that look calm and peaceful. Her pelage is quite darker than the average grey wolf, red tingeing her back legs, tail and underbelly and a darker brown across her back. The wolf’s paws are quite big compared to her thin legs, though they have proved loyal over the years, even healing before an infection started. The wolf’s fur is thick and used to the harsh winter weather.
Personality: Raphyr has a light hearted and care-free view of life. There are many things in life that please and entertain this fae and she wishes only to befriend all. Though inside her, something usually disturbs and helps her to realise that darkness is around and that she should steer well away. The femme doesn’t care for pessimistic thoughts though doubt has crept over her for the past weeks. She is shy but she doesn’t care what people think of her, being a bit mischievous at times. Although being light, it doesn’t make her one to obey rules. Raphyr is a bit of a rebel, though she has silenced herself slightly over the years for loneliness is beginning to creep into her mind and she can’t bear to be alone for much longer.
Although hatred isn’t well experienced in this fae, she can, with no doubt, admit that she dislikes the darqs terribly. Some say that hatred is a way to darkness but the femme cannot help but feel a churning in the pit of her stomach whenever the bitter scent of a darq varg entered her nostrils. Sometimes, for short period of times, she can become distant and rather solemn as the femme dwells on her own imagination and thoughts. All she wishes for is the company of a wolf, to bring her out of her own thoughts that seemed to be calling her deeper into her mind.
Parents: Nenta Farune – Mother, Darq wolf, alive. Halser Farune – Father, Darq wolf, deceased.
Siblings: Tain Farune – Brother, Neutral wolf, alive. Meena Farune – Sister, Darq wolf, alive.
History: As the sun began to sink below the horizon a chorus of wolf howls echoed through the plains. A few croaky, young barks made there way into the howl, trying to join in with there pack. They were too young to understand that the wolves were calling to represent a great war that had started weeks before the pups were born. The wolf pack was large, consisting of twenty to thirty members, one of the largest ever known in wolf history. And the other pack, the light pack, were equal with the numbers. As the night truly began and the wolves left to fight, only the pups were left in the boundaries, along with the packs most trusted nurse.
Her name was Harla, she was an old wolf, her greying muzzle scarred and lines with wrinkles. Though her grey eyes were alive and watching, both ears were torn slightly. Her fur was a dull grey, her limbs weakened through the ages, although her will to live was still strong and the evil in her heart still pure. As two of the pups hovered excitedly, waiting for the nurses wicked tales, one separated from them and sat still in the grass, staring out over the fields. It was clear that the young she-pup was different, by the way she acted and the way she felt. The nurse could sense her peace and shyness and it set the old wolf into an uneasy state.
As the days went by and the wolves returned from there pitiless war, some remained unseen. Halser returned first, head down as he tried to determined whether his mate was alive or dead. Although he wasn’t a great wolf, evil, dark and merciless he was still there father and two of them cared for him deeply. But when there mother returned, Halser was nuzzling her affectionately, amazed that she had survived. Raphyr felt ill when she thought of her father, he had often scolded her for her optimistic ways and the way she wouldn’t really fight her brothers and sisters. But one night she felt a true dislike for her parents, as she overheard there conversation.
“Nenta, she is weak! A light,” he spat angrily, clearly angered that he could bring about a light. “I will not keep her here, as soon as she is two winters, she is gone, Nenta!” He paced around the clearing angrily, cursing under his breath and sending angry thoughts to the birds cheeping peacefully in the trees. Although Nenta was angry and upset that Raphyr would be sent away, chased away from her pack, she had to agree that bringing up a light would clearly be seen as a weakness. So, with a distraught look she nodded and then disappeared through the trees.
As the months went by, Raphyr could see the growing hatred towards her. Wolves would hiss as she walked passed, especially other pups, snarling and snapping at her heels. She couldn’t see what was so different about her and why they couldn’t just all get along. So instead of retaliating she just stared at them and soon, the pups seemed to stay away, for she would meet there gaze and there anger would rise. Of course, they accused her of starting fights with them, but she would never stick up for herself, only shrugging it away and leaving it as another burden on her shoulders.
Once again the months passed by, turning into a year and then another and soon Raphyr was two winter old and she had quickly slunk away before anyone had realised. She knew of her fate and thought it best if she was to disappear, before anyone could harm her. But before she knew it her siblings were upon her, beating her down so that she was cowering on the floor. They snarled and jeered at her, swiping her with there paws and biting into her flesh. Obviously they had heard of what was to come of Raphyr and they wanted to make it worse. Tain was more sympathetic that Meena and soon he had snarled at her so she left. In his heart he wanted to help her, but he had no side.
Raphyr whimpered softly to him and shakily stood on her long limbs, her feminine muzzle lowered solemnly as she whispered to her brother. “I cannot choose how I am.” Before long her parents were there, Nenta looking extremely nervous while Halsar looked pleased with himself. “You are a disgrace to my name! A light, bred by a Darq! You are useless, weak and you are banished from my lands. Now leave, before a worse fate will come upon you!” He snarled and swiped her hard across the cheek. Raphyr didn’t need to be told, for, she was already running before he had finished insulting her. The pain in her cheek seared as she ran and the wind whipped against it, but she kept running.
The femme travelled a long way, a way from all the pain and she would occasionally hunt to satisfy her hunger. But the meat tastes bland in her jaws, but no matter how much the loneliness inside got to her, she still pushed it away and found light when there barely was any. As the journey ended, the fae had been travelling for a year now and she could no longer go on. Not only had she not encountered any wolves at all on her journey. The worst feeling was that she had scented them, but never actually found them. Like they were just out of reach, tempting her and teasing her, but then darting away like the small silver fish in the stream.
But again, after the fae had slept and fed, rested her aching paws, she set off once again, searching for the one thing that could bring happiness back into her life. Company. And soon it came, the fae met another wolf, much like her. His name was Rar and he was willing to help her, accompany her and make sure she was safe. For he was already four summers and she was only two and a half. But Raphyr began to grow close to this wolf, wanting him to stay, but it seemed the world was against her and Rar’s fate was sealed. Soon the wolf died by an infected paw in an old wound. It made Raphyr sink further into her thoughts and she travelled alone for another year, but it seemed longer to the wolf.
Now she is to travel once again, still searching for someone to help her and bring her out of her own mind. For she fears, soon, she will be lost completely in her own thoughts.
Alignment: Light
Codeword: Oranges and Peaches
Gender: Femme
Age: 3 1/2 Summers
Description: The femme has quite a small frame with long, quite muscled legs. In human language she would be known as quite ‘lanky’ but her typical grey wolf pelt hides the thin aspect of her quite well. She has large, bright auburn coloured orbs and that look calm and peaceful. Her pelage is quite darker than the average grey wolf, red tingeing her back legs, tail and underbelly and a darker brown across her back. The wolf’s paws are quite big compared to her thin legs, though they have proved loyal over the years, even healing before an infection started. The wolf’s fur is thick and used to the harsh winter weather.
Personality: Raphyr has a light hearted and care-free view of life. There are many things in life that please and entertain this fae and she wishes only to befriend all. Though inside her, something usually disturbs and helps her to realise that darkness is around and that she should steer well away. The femme doesn’t care for pessimistic thoughts though doubt has crept over her for the past weeks. She is shy but she doesn’t care what people think of her, being a bit mischievous at times. Although being light, it doesn’t make her one to obey rules. Raphyr is a bit of a rebel, though she has silenced herself slightly over the years for loneliness is beginning to creep into her mind and she can’t bear to be alone for much longer.
Although hatred isn’t well experienced in this fae, she can, with no doubt, admit that she dislikes the darqs terribly. Some say that hatred is a way to darkness but the femme cannot help but feel a churning in the pit of her stomach whenever the bitter scent of a darq varg entered her nostrils. Sometimes, for short period of times, she can become distant and rather solemn as the femme dwells on her own imagination and thoughts. All she wishes for is the company of a wolf, to bring her out of her own thoughts that seemed to be calling her deeper into her mind.
Parents: Nenta Farune – Mother, Darq wolf, alive. Halser Farune – Father, Darq wolf, deceased.
Siblings: Tain Farune – Brother, Neutral wolf, alive. Meena Farune – Sister, Darq wolf, alive.
History: As the sun began to sink below the horizon a chorus of wolf howls echoed through the plains. A few croaky, young barks made there way into the howl, trying to join in with there pack. They were too young to understand that the wolves were calling to represent a great war that had started weeks before the pups were born. The wolf pack was large, consisting of twenty to thirty members, one of the largest ever known in wolf history. And the other pack, the light pack, were equal with the numbers. As the night truly began and the wolves left to fight, only the pups were left in the boundaries, along with the packs most trusted nurse.
Her name was Harla, she was an old wolf, her greying muzzle scarred and lines with wrinkles. Though her grey eyes were alive and watching, both ears were torn slightly. Her fur was a dull grey, her limbs weakened through the ages, although her will to live was still strong and the evil in her heart still pure. As two of the pups hovered excitedly, waiting for the nurses wicked tales, one separated from them and sat still in the grass, staring out over the fields. It was clear that the young she-pup was different, by the way she acted and the way she felt. The nurse could sense her peace and shyness and it set the old wolf into an uneasy state.
As the days went by and the wolves returned from there pitiless war, some remained unseen. Halser returned first, head down as he tried to determined whether his mate was alive or dead. Although he wasn’t a great wolf, evil, dark and merciless he was still there father and two of them cared for him deeply. But when there mother returned, Halser was nuzzling her affectionately, amazed that she had survived. Raphyr felt ill when she thought of her father, he had often scolded her for her optimistic ways and the way she wouldn’t really fight her brothers and sisters. But one night she felt a true dislike for her parents, as she overheard there conversation.
“Nenta, she is weak! A light,” he spat angrily, clearly angered that he could bring about a light. “I will not keep her here, as soon as she is two winters, she is gone, Nenta!” He paced around the clearing angrily, cursing under his breath and sending angry thoughts to the birds cheeping peacefully in the trees. Although Nenta was angry and upset that Raphyr would be sent away, chased away from her pack, she had to agree that bringing up a light would clearly be seen as a weakness. So, with a distraught look she nodded and then disappeared through the trees.
As the months went by, Raphyr could see the growing hatred towards her. Wolves would hiss as she walked passed, especially other pups, snarling and snapping at her heels. She couldn’t see what was so different about her and why they couldn’t just all get along. So instead of retaliating she just stared at them and soon, the pups seemed to stay away, for she would meet there gaze and there anger would rise. Of course, they accused her of starting fights with them, but she would never stick up for herself, only shrugging it away and leaving it as another burden on her shoulders.
Once again the months passed by, turning into a year and then another and soon Raphyr was two winter old and she had quickly slunk away before anyone had realised. She knew of her fate and thought it best if she was to disappear, before anyone could harm her. But before she knew it her siblings were upon her, beating her down so that she was cowering on the floor. They snarled and jeered at her, swiping her with there paws and biting into her flesh. Obviously they had heard of what was to come of Raphyr and they wanted to make it worse. Tain was more sympathetic that Meena and soon he had snarled at her so she left. In his heart he wanted to help her, but he had no side.
Raphyr whimpered softly to him and shakily stood on her long limbs, her feminine muzzle lowered solemnly as she whispered to her brother. “I cannot choose how I am.” Before long her parents were there, Nenta looking extremely nervous while Halsar looked pleased with himself. “You are a disgrace to my name! A light, bred by a Darq! You are useless, weak and you are banished from my lands. Now leave, before a worse fate will come upon you!” He snarled and swiped her hard across the cheek. Raphyr didn’t need to be told, for, she was already running before he had finished insulting her. The pain in her cheek seared as she ran and the wind whipped against it, but she kept running.
The femme travelled a long way, a way from all the pain and she would occasionally hunt to satisfy her hunger. But the meat tastes bland in her jaws, but no matter how much the loneliness inside got to her, she still pushed it away and found light when there barely was any. As the journey ended, the fae had been travelling for a year now and she could no longer go on. Not only had she not encountered any wolves at all on her journey. The worst feeling was that she had scented them, but never actually found them. Like they were just out of reach, tempting her and teasing her, but then darting away like the small silver fish in the stream.
But again, after the fae had slept and fed, rested her aching paws, she set off once again, searching for the one thing that could bring happiness back into her life. Company. And soon it came, the fae met another wolf, much like her. His name was Rar and he was willing to help her, accompany her and make sure she was safe. For he was already four summers and she was only two and a half. But Raphyr began to grow close to this wolf, wanting him to stay, but it seemed the world was against her and Rar’s fate was sealed. Soon the wolf died by an infected paw in an old wound. It made Raphyr sink further into her thoughts and she travelled alone for another year, but it seemed longer to the wolf.
Now she is to travel once again, still searching for someone to help her and bring her out of her own mind. For she fears, soon, she will be lost completely in her own thoughts.
Alignment: Light
Codeword: Oranges and Peaches
