Post by Leli on May 30, 2005 13:39:28 GMT -5
Name: Leli Larekan
Gender: Fae
Age: 3 winters
Coat Color: Her pelt is thick and black as jet, covering a slight frame best adapted to agility in combat, size and weight being of no help since she is small and light in build. Her face and hind paws are dusted with a rim of silver fur, and a diamond of similar hue adorns her chest, throwing small stars of silver away from it that fade into the black of her fur.
Orb Color: Dark like night or polished ebony, they could be described as black, or as a brown almost indiscernable from that colour.
Personality: Wary around those she doesn't know, mindful of the memory of how easily betrayal comes, she is usually secretive and quiet, opening up only to those she considers to be true friends. Her mood changes often, sometimes looking for company, sometimes seeking solitude, she hides the saddnes from everyone, including herself, when it comes. Behind the wariness is a protective and welcoming heart and a strong personality that make her a loyal and lasting friend.
Parents: Telhe (mother) and Dattan (father)
Siblings: None living.
History: (briefly) Leli was eight months old when the pack split, a group of about twenty-two wolven breaking off from the pack and leaving because of the human colony just beyond the terra that they believed was threatening to move in on the pack soon. Her mother and father were betas in that pack, her mother had died a week beforehand, and now her father was more protective of her than ever. Soon after leaving, the rebels made a nocturnal attack, seeking to claim the faes, a greater number of whom had stayed within the terra and had young pups to care for, and take them to their own ranks. There was a fight, most of the pack, including the alpha, Dimitri, were killed in the battle, and many of those who fled were hunted down and slaughtered, Leli does not know what happened to them. Her father took her from the midst of the battle, when he saw that they could not overcome the attackers, and ran to escape the former packmates that had come on them in a frenzy. They ran for days, Dattan carrying Leli in his jaws after she could go no further, until their pursuers caught up with them on the banks of a great river. Dattan hid Leli in the scrub by the river, and told her to jump into the water if she was found, and he faced the attackers, outnumbered eight to one but undautned, he fought valiantly and killed two among their number, inflicting damage wound-for-wound until he was killed by a bite to the throat. The young Leli watched all this, and stepped back silently into the raging waters as the brutes came forward looking for her, her tears mixing with the currents of the river as she was hurled downstream away from the lands she had once called home. She survived by luck, catching what small prey she could and teaching herself to hunt from the basic knowledge she had gathered so far, occasionally finding a kill or a carcass of some larger animal to build her strength, she spent every day on the move, always looking over her shoulder. She joined several packs, her instincts driving her to do so, but moved on out of restless spirit or clashed of personality and opinion before two seasons were out every time. In truth, she had not yet come on enough from the pain she remembered to settle. Perhaps she has now.
Alignment: Light
Codeword: Oranges and Peaches.
Gender: Fae
Age: 3 winters
Coat Color: Her pelt is thick and black as jet, covering a slight frame best adapted to agility in combat, size and weight being of no help since she is small and light in build. Her face and hind paws are dusted with a rim of silver fur, and a diamond of similar hue adorns her chest, throwing small stars of silver away from it that fade into the black of her fur.
Orb Color: Dark like night or polished ebony, they could be described as black, or as a brown almost indiscernable from that colour.
Personality: Wary around those she doesn't know, mindful of the memory of how easily betrayal comes, she is usually secretive and quiet, opening up only to those she considers to be true friends. Her mood changes often, sometimes looking for company, sometimes seeking solitude, she hides the saddnes from everyone, including herself, when it comes. Behind the wariness is a protective and welcoming heart and a strong personality that make her a loyal and lasting friend.
Parents: Telhe (mother) and Dattan (father)
Siblings: None living.
History: (briefly) Leli was eight months old when the pack split, a group of about twenty-two wolven breaking off from the pack and leaving because of the human colony just beyond the terra that they believed was threatening to move in on the pack soon. Her mother and father were betas in that pack, her mother had died a week beforehand, and now her father was more protective of her than ever. Soon after leaving, the rebels made a nocturnal attack, seeking to claim the faes, a greater number of whom had stayed within the terra and had young pups to care for, and take them to their own ranks. There was a fight, most of the pack, including the alpha, Dimitri, were killed in the battle, and many of those who fled were hunted down and slaughtered, Leli does not know what happened to them. Her father took her from the midst of the battle, when he saw that they could not overcome the attackers, and ran to escape the former packmates that had come on them in a frenzy. They ran for days, Dattan carrying Leli in his jaws after she could go no further, until their pursuers caught up with them on the banks of a great river. Dattan hid Leli in the scrub by the river, and told her to jump into the water if she was found, and he faced the attackers, outnumbered eight to one but undautned, he fought valiantly and killed two among their number, inflicting damage wound-for-wound until he was killed by a bite to the throat. The young Leli watched all this, and stepped back silently into the raging waters as the brutes came forward looking for her, her tears mixing with the currents of the river as she was hurled downstream away from the lands she had once called home. She survived by luck, catching what small prey she could and teaching herself to hunt from the basic knowledge she had gathered so far, occasionally finding a kill or a carcass of some larger animal to build her strength, she spent every day on the move, always looking over her shoulder. She joined several packs, her instincts driving her to do so, but moved on out of restless spirit or clashed of personality and opinion before two seasons were out every time. In truth, she had not yet come on enough from the pain she remembered to settle. Perhaps she has now.
Alignment: Light
Codeword: Oranges and Peaches.