Post by Ranon on Jun 30, 2005 14:07:42 GMT -5
Name: Ranon Tarai
Gender: Brute
Age: 3 summers
Coat Color: Smokey grey pelt of long, thick fur, a white blaze runs down his chest and along his stamch, fading out over the length of his bushy tail.
Orb Color: Sea-grey.
Personality: Generally quite quiet, very courteous and kind, though he knows how to stand up for himself if he needs to and is an unpleasant enemy. Occasionally he is prone to foul moods and a bad temper, when he will usually take himself off somewhere at a run and try to disappear for days, or else go hunting, it's not advisable to aggravate him in one of these moods.
Parents: Inka Mettina (mother) Hathar Tarai (father)
Siblings: Kuno Tarai (brother, older)
History: His first year was happy and carefree, living in the mountains with his family and his pack, a close community of wolves managing well in tough conditions, and growing up alongside his older brother. The family were close, especially the two brothers, the parents being Leading Hunters for the pack, they often brought prey in for all the wolves together. The winter brought harsh weather, snowstroms that buried the trees up to their branches and took the leaves off the boughs from the force of the wind, driving out all the prey and freezing the water under feet of ice. It was hard work, but the pack had been through it before, and the storms that plauged them soon seemed to be letting up. How wrong could they have been, a roaring storm hit them one night when the cold was at it's highest, and a group of human travellers lost their way. Their dogs, in a frenzy from the storm and the scents of wolves around them, immediately raised the alarm, and the wolves were ambushed in their dens at morning. The humans never came to kill, but they saw wolf and they saw enemy, so their guns fired and their flesh bled. Bullets were runnning low as the storm wore out, and Ranon, fighting alongside his family, knew immense relief from the thought of the slaughter stopping. Most of the pack had taken to the forests and the slopes, leaving the strongest and the most able to hold back the humans until they stopped trying to kill, and the sound of the bigger gun made them turn their heads and yelp. The long barrel had loosed a bullet straight through his mother's throat, and the sound echoed like thunder as Ranon saw her blood staining the snow in a scarlet flower. He turned, growling, to the humans again, but there proved no time, the pack was running back into the bowl and the humans had taken to their sleds and were driving their dogs out as fast as they could. The mountain was collapsing, snow pouring down on the wolves as they ran. He saw his brother Kuno amidst the chaos, running for the slope in the opposite direction, and took the incline closest on his side away from the avalanche. He would always remember the flying snow clearing, seeing his home buried, wrecked, the trees askew, knowing his pack, his family, was buried under that snow, never to be seen again. His eyes could stand the sight no longer, he turned from the place and sped from the tragedy that had happened so fast to end and to ruin so much, his brain barely comprehending the thought. He vowed in the time that passed afterwards that had would find the survivors someday, but he has found none. He assumes all to be dead.
Alignment: Neutral
Codeword: Oranges and Peaches!
Gender: Brute
Age: 3 summers
Coat Color: Smokey grey pelt of long, thick fur, a white blaze runs down his chest and along his stamch, fading out over the length of his bushy tail.
Orb Color: Sea-grey.
Personality: Generally quite quiet, very courteous and kind, though he knows how to stand up for himself if he needs to and is an unpleasant enemy. Occasionally he is prone to foul moods and a bad temper, when he will usually take himself off somewhere at a run and try to disappear for days, or else go hunting, it's not advisable to aggravate him in one of these moods.
Parents: Inka Mettina (mother) Hathar Tarai (father)
Siblings: Kuno Tarai (brother, older)
History: His first year was happy and carefree, living in the mountains with his family and his pack, a close community of wolves managing well in tough conditions, and growing up alongside his older brother. The family were close, especially the two brothers, the parents being Leading Hunters for the pack, they often brought prey in for all the wolves together. The winter brought harsh weather, snowstroms that buried the trees up to their branches and took the leaves off the boughs from the force of the wind, driving out all the prey and freezing the water under feet of ice. It was hard work, but the pack had been through it before, and the storms that plauged them soon seemed to be letting up. How wrong could they have been, a roaring storm hit them one night when the cold was at it's highest, and a group of human travellers lost their way. Their dogs, in a frenzy from the storm and the scents of wolves around them, immediately raised the alarm, and the wolves were ambushed in their dens at morning. The humans never came to kill, but they saw wolf and they saw enemy, so their guns fired and their flesh bled. Bullets were runnning low as the storm wore out, and Ranon, fighting alongside his family, knew immense relief from the thought of the slaughter stopping. Most of the pack had taken to the forests and the slopes, leaving the strongest and the most able to hold back the humans until they stopped trying to kill, and the sound of the bigger gun made them turn their heads and yelp. The long barrel had loosed a bullet straight through his mother's throat, and the sound echoed like thunder as Ranon saw her blood staining the snow in a scarlet flower. He turned, growling, to the humans again, but there proved no time, the pack was running back into the bowl and the humans had taken to their sleds and were driving their dogs out as fast as they could. The mountain was collapsing, snow pouring down on the wolves as they ran. He saw his brother Kuno amidst the chaos, running for the slope in the opposite direction, and took the incline closest on his side away from the avalanche. He would always remember the flying snow clearing, seeing his home buried, wrecked, the trees askew, knowing his pack, his family, was buried under that snow, never to be seen again. His eyes could stand the sight no longer, he turned from the place and sped from the tragedy that had happened so fast to end and to ruin so much, his brain barely comprehending the thought. He vowed in the time that passed afterwards that had would find the survivors someday, but he has found none. He assumes all to be dead.
Alignment: Neutral
Codeword: Oranges and Peaches!