Post by zarza on Dec 28, 2010 13:08:15 GMT -6
NAME; Shrieks of the condemned [Shriek]
AGE; 21 Moons of Age
GENDER; Female, She-Wolf
TRIBE; Tribe of the Frozen Rain
RANK; Guardian, aiming for: Alpha Female
RELATIONS;
Foster Mother: Stand Alone Snowflake [deceased]
Foster Father: Bitten Frost [deceased]
Foster Sister: Feather floating in the Breeze [alive, commonly called Feather]
Biological Mother: Philasophie [deceased]
Biological Father: Jermaine [deceased]
Biological Brother: Pup #2 [deceased]--they never got names
Son: "name unthought of yet" [alive]
QUICK DESCRIPTION;
A strong, white and gray she-wolf with intelligent, soul searching eyes.
*PICTURE;
*FULL APPEARANCE;
Shriek has a nice, beautiful white coat with shades of dark grey coloring mixed in. She has large, triangular ears that are colored black. Her muzzle is ellongated and her snout is black along with her nose. Her coat is generally kept clean unless she has made a kill, then she tends to leave the blood on her coat, paws, and muzzle for a little while. Shriek has always liked the feeling of blood on her paws, the cold, metalic substance seeping into her fur. (A cruel smile would now appear on her muzzle, lol). In appearance she is quite large, possibly one of the largest wolves in the tribes. She has broad, well muscled shoulders but has delicate, small paws. When Shriek walks it is full of confidence but she does not simply walk but it is more like a strut. It's powerful and yet graceful at the same time. Her eyes are probably her most beautiful or most haunting (depending on how you look at it) feature. Her eyes are intelligent and sharp, it's as if she is missing nothing and when she looks at you dead in the eyes? You would probably feel as if all the oxygen had been stolen from you. The coloration is rather unique in itself. Her eye color appears to be silver but there are specks of green and yellow mixed in as well. It is hard to pinpoint the exact coloration of them.
PERSONALITY; [this is going to be rather short. I am no good with explaining personalities]
Shriek is a very confident she-wolf. Just her posture and presence demands full attention. She walks with a strut, her head held high, a bit of defiance shining through her gaze. She is both intelligent and corroded. She is like two halves of a whole. No, she does not have a split personality. There is one side of her that is cool and collected. Shriek can make battle strategies with ease and problem solving comes naturally. She is analytical, calculative, and thoughtful. She can remain calm in the most dire of situations, keeping a cool head is always important. The other side, however; is a complete war junkie. She lives for the howls of defeat from her neighboring tribes, the blood that stains her paws, the scent of hot, metalic blood filling her nostrils. There are times when she is reckless, not thinking about the consequences but just doing, just reacting.
With her tribe she is firm but also soft. She always visits the mothers and their pups and keeps a close watch on her tribe members. Nothing gets past her watchful eyes and she seems to know everything. She pays attention to detail, no matter how large or minor. She makes sure none of her fellow females are being abused or have been having a hard time. If she does catch a sign of it she talks to them, assesses the situation, she is always there for them to lean on and they all know it. For the males, she watches them curiously, making sure there is no one doing things they are not supposed to do. However, her two favorite things to do is watch the pups play outside their dens and watch the to-be's grow up and train. She loves that, the desire in their eyes. Creating the ceremonies and pairin gthem with mentors. She loves everything about that, she loves her tribe.
PAST;
Shriek does not speak about her past very often. It is not a thing she likes to bring up in a conversation and she will probably pin you down and rip your heart out if you bluntly asked her about it. Shriek has always been a secretive wolf, she knows everything about you but you know nothing of her. Just bits and pieces.
Her childhood did not begin in the Tribe of Frozen Rain. She was a young wolf born to an idiotic she-wolf who lived outside the Tribe boundaries. This she-wolf lived among a small group or clan of wolves that roamed freely. However, they were not nice wolves to get tangled up with and when you have been admitted into their culture you may never leave or else... Well you get the picture. So Shriek's real mother, Philasophie, got pregnant by the clan's leader. She was a dopey she-wolf who acted as if she had bees in her brain. She was ditzy and followed her "mate" around everywhere. It was a wonder why Philasophie even bothered with the menacing, jerk of a wolf. However, she was not smart enough to realize that Jermaine was only using her for the sex, pleasure, and of course his legacy (the pups). Jermaine was a ruthless ruler, alpha. He beat his wolves into subordination and instilled fear within their hearts. Many pup's blood have been on his paws but no one dares speak out against him. He is too strong and too corrupted.
Anyway, soon Philasophie's pups were born. There were only two this late autumn a male wolf pup and a female wolf pup. When Shriek was born her pelt was pure white. There was not a single blemish on her pelt anywhere. It was perfect and her mother loved her. Her brother had a pure black pelt not a hint of coloration anywhere besides his bright, unseeing blue eyes. Philasophie was so proud of her pups and she surrounded them with warmth and love twenty four seven. She could not bare to leave their side even when Jermaine beckoned her. She just could not leave them, she loved them all too much. Jermaine, on the other hand, hated his pups. At first he had hope for his son because he was black furred and showed promise but then he realized that he was blind. He saw no use looking at his daughter because she was a daughter, a she-wolf, she was useless. Just a pawn to use and nothing more. She-wolves meant nothing to him. They were only tools to help the males surivive this harsh planet. Nothing more and nothing less.
As the brother and sister grew up their mother was always by their side. Watching their every move and step. She failed to realize how Jermaine acted and how he despised his pups. How in the shadows he plotted to kill her and her pups. So when the pups became old enough (in Jermaine's mind) they began to train. They trained hard to the point where any normal pup would collapse and die, right then and there in the snow. Jermaine would have none of it though. He continued to push them even though Philasophie begged and pleaded for him to stop their training, that he was not going about it the right way. Jermaine never listened and during one of the pups' training exercizes, Philasophie lunged at him. She did not want him to kill her pups so she snapped. She yelled and hollared, scatched and bit but that was not enough. Jermaine easily over powered her and pushed her into the snow. He spat bile to her but he did not kill her. Instead, he brought over her son and killed him infront of both her and Shriek. All the while he laughed.
Shriek's brother was mangled to the point of being unrecognizable. She and her mother burried him in tears and in soil as Jermaine finally left them be. Philasophie died later on because her wounds became infected and she had cough green cough as well. There was no hope for the broken up family. When her mother passed things got even harder. Her father no longer pushed her into fighting but he used her as a sex slave. He left her to his fellow male pack mates to do their bidding with her. Shriek fought them every time and every time she lossed. She was powerless and no one would help her, no one could help her but herself. That's when something deep down inside snapped. Something happened to her internally that could not be explained. One night she poisoned his prey so that it would send him in a temporary paralysis state. Once she knew the affects would have taken place, she went to him. He glared up at her with beady eyes but he was unable to move, to speak. Shriek had smiled menacingly, her intelligent eyes mocking her unmoving father. She proceeded into torturing him. She cut off little pieces of his flesh, traced her claws all around his body, and mutalated his genitals. He did not need them anyway. Once she was through with her torture she did not just kill but she watched as he slowly bled to death. It did not take too long before the sun had risen he was dead, the fear still apparent in his dead gaze.
That was the last night she stayed in camp. After that, she fled the lands. She ran and ran, it seemed like she could run endlessly. However, something slowed her down. She was pregnant, she just knew she was. It was a mother's instinct. So, she continued onward until she came across the tribes. She gave birth to a son, black colored like her brother. Shriek gave him one last kiss and gave him her blessing before she left him bundled up in one of the Tribes Territories. She knew that they would find him, it was no longer winter but spring. They would hear his whimpers and they would find him. She darted off into the night once more. She was still young, too young to take care of a pup and too demented and corroded to try.
Then she saw it. The mountain, the grandeur of it all. That's when she found the Tribe of Frozen Rain. They accepted her into the tribe (grudgingly). She worked hard as a to-be (since that is what they saw her as) and eventually she worked her way up to a beta and finally an alpha. Few of her tribe mates doubt her although some still do since she is not tribe born. But she does not pay attention to the gossip, she knows where she stands and she knows that she was born a leader.
SIDE NOTE: When she first came to the tribe her foster family stated above took her in as her own. Showed her love and compassion and that is why she refers to them as her family.
AGE; 21 Moons of Age
GENDER; Female, She-Wolf
TRIBE; Tribe of the Frozen Rain
RANK; Guardian, aiming for: Alpha Female
RELATIONS;
Foster Mother: Stand Alone Snowflake [deceased]
Foster Father: Bitten Frost [deceased]
Foster Sister: Feather floating in the Breeze [alive, commonly called Feather]
Biological Mother: Philasophie [deceased]
Biological Father: Jermaine [deceased]
Biological Brother: Pup #2 [deceased]--they never got names
Son: "name unthought of yet" [alive]
QUICK DESCRIPTION;
A strong, white and gray she-wolf with intelligent, soul searching eyes.
*PICTURE;
*FULL APPEARANCE;
Shriek has a nice, beautiful white coat with shades of dark grey coloring mixed in. She has large, triangular ears that are colored black. Her muzzle is ellongated and her snout is black along with her nose. Her coat is generally kept clean unless she has made a kill, then she tends to leave the blood on her coat, paws, and muzzle for a little while. Shriek has always liked the feeling of blood on her paws, the cold, metalic substance seeping into her fur. (A cruel smile would now appear on her muzzle, lol). In appearance she is quite large, possibly one of the largest wolves in the tribes. She has broad, well muscled shoulders but has delicate, small paws. When Shriek walks it is full of confidence but she does not simply walk but it is more like a strut. It's powerful and yet graceful at the same time. Her eyes are probably her most beautiful or most haunting (depending on how you look at it) feature. Her eyes are intelligent and sharp, it's as if she is missing nothing and when she looks at you dead in the eyes? You would probably feel as if all the oxygen had been stolen from you. The coloration is rather unique in itself. Her eye color appears to be silver but there are specks of green and yellow mixed in as well. It is hard to pinpoint the exact coloration of them.
PERSONALITY; [this is going to be rather short. I am no good with explaining personalities]
Shriek is a very confident she-wolf. Just her posture and presence demands full attention. She walks with a strut, her head held high, a bit of defiance shining through her gaze. She is both intelligent and corroded. She is like two halves of a whole. No, she does not have a split personality. There is one side of her that is cool and collected. Shriek can make battle strategies with ease and problem solving comes naturally. She is analytical, calculative, and thoughtful. She can remain calm in the most dire of situations, keeping a cool head is always important. The other side, however; is a complete war junkie. She lives for the howls of defeat from her neighboring tribes, the blood that stains her paws, the scent of hot, metalic blood filling her nostrils. There are times when she is reckless, not thinking about the consequences but just doing, just reacting.
With her tribe she is firm but also soft. She always visits the mothers and their pups and keeps a close watch on her tribe members. Nothing gets past her watchful eyes and she seems to know everything. She pays attention to detail, no matter how large or minor. She makes sure none of her fellow females are being abused or have been having a hard time. If she does catch a sign of it she talks to them, assesses the situation, she is always there for them to lean on and they all know it. For the males, she watches them curiously, making sure there is no one doing things they are not supposed to do. However, her two favorite things to do is watch the pups play outside their dens and watch the to-be's grow up and train. She loves that, the desire in their eyes. Creating the ceremonies and pairin gthem with mentors. She loves everything about that, she loves her tribe.
PAST;
Shriek does not speak about her past very often. It is not a thing she likes to bring up in a conversation and she will probably pin you down and rip your heart out if you bluntly asked her about it. Shriek has always been a secretive wolf, she knows everything about you but you know nothing of her. Just bits and pieces.
Her childhood did not begin in the Tribe of Frozen Rain. She was a young wolf born to an idiotic she-wolf who lived outside the Tribe boundaries. This she-wolf lived among a small group or clan of wolves that roamed freely. However, they were not nice wolves to get tangled up with and when you have been admitted into their culture you may never leave or else... Well you get the picture. So Shriek's real mother, Philasophie, got pregnant by the clan's leader. She was a dopey she-wolf who acted as if she had bees in her brain. She was ditzy and followed her "mate" around everywhere. It was a wonder why Philasophie even bothered with the menacing, jerk of a wolf. However, she was not smart enough to realize that Jermaine was only using her for the sex, pleasure, and of course his legacy (the pups). Jermaine was a ruthless ruler, alpha. He beat his wolves into subordination and instilled fear within their hearts. Many pup's blood have been on his paws but no one dares speak out against him. He is too strong and too corrupted.
Anyway, soon Philasophie's pups were born. There were only two this late autumn a male wolf pup and a female wolf pup. When Shriek was born her pelt was pure white. There was not a single blemish on her pelt anywhere. It was perfect and her mother loved her. Her brother had a pure black pelt not a hint of coloration anywhere besides his bright, unseeing blue eyes. Philasophie was so proud of her pups and she surrounded them with warmth and love twenty four seven. She could not bare to leave their side even when Jermaine beckoned her. She just could not leave them, she loved them all too much. Jermaine, on the other hand, hated his pups. At first he had hope for his son because he was black furred and showed promise but then he realized that he was blind. He saw no use looking at his daughter because she was a daughter, a she-wolf, she was useless. Just a pawn to use and nothing more. She-wolves meant nothing to him. They were only tools to help the males surivive this harsh planet. Nothing more and nothing less.
As the brother and sister grew up their mother was always by their side. Watching their every move and step. She failed to realize how Jermaine acted and how he despised his pups. How in the shadows he plotted to kill her and her pups. So when the pups became old enough (in Jermaine's mind) they began to train. They trained hard to the point where any normal pup would collapse and die, right then and there in the snow. Jermaine would have none of it though. He continued to push them even though Philasophie begged and pleaded for him to stop their training, that he was not going about it the right way. Jermaine never listened and during one of the pups' training exercizes, Philasophie lunged at him. She did not want him to kill her pups so she snapped. She yelled and hollared, scatched and bit but that was not enough. Jermaine easily over powered her and pushed her into the snow. He spat bile to her but he did not kill her. Instead, he brought over her son and killed him infront of both her and Shriek. All the while he laughed.
Shriek's brother was mangled to the point of being unrecognizable. She and her mother burried him in tears and in soil as Jermaine finally left them be. Philasophie died later on because her wounds became infected and she had cough green cough as well. There was no hope for the broken up family. When her mother passed things got even harder. Her father no longer pushed her into fighting but he used her as a sex slave. He left her to his fellow male pack mates to do their bidding with her. Shriek fought them every time and every time she lossed. She was powerless and no one would help her, no one could help her but herself. That's when something deep down inside snapped. Something happened to her internally that could not be explained. One night she poisoned his prey so that it would send him in a temporary paralysis state. Once she knew the affects would have taken place, she went to him. He glared up at her with beady eyes but he was unable to move, to speak. Shriek had smiled menacingly, her intelligent eyes mocking her unmoving father. She proceeded into torturing him. She cut off little pieces of his flesh, traced her claws all around his body, and mutalated his genitals. He did not need them anyway. Once she was through with her torture she did not just kill but she watched as he slowly bled to death. It did not take too long before the sun had risen he was dead, the fear still apparent in his dead gaze.
That was the last night she stayed in camp. After that, she fled the lands. She ran and ran, it seemed like she could run endlessly. However, something slowed her down. She was pregnant, she just knew she was. It was a mother's instinct. So, she continued onward until she came across the tribes. She gave birth to a son, black colored like her brother. Shriek gave him one last kiss and gave him her blessing before she left him bundled up in one of the Tribes Territories. She knew that they would find him, it was no longer winter but spring. They would hear his whimpers and they would find him. She darted off into the night once more. She was still young, too young to take care of a pup and too demented and corroded to try.
Then she saw it. The mountain, the grandeur of it all. That's when she found the Tribe of Frozen Rain. They accepted her into the tribe (grudgingly). She worked hard as a to-be (since that is what they saw her as) and eventually she worked her way up to a beta and finally an alpha. Few of her tribe mates doubt her although some still do since she is not tribe born. But she does not pay attention to the gossip, she knows where she stands and she knows that she was born a leader.
SIDE NOTE: When she first came to the tribe her foster family stated above took her in as her own. Showed her love and compassion and that is why she refers to them as her family.
