Post by Crystal Pisces on Jul 17, 2013 18:14:23 GMT
Name: Freyja
Age: 4
Sex: Female
Breed: Timber Wolf
Pack: Golden Sunlight
Rank: Alpha Female
Alignment: Good
Mate: Seeking
Description: Once a normal gray and tawny wolf, Freyja was blessed, touched by the great god Varg. Her fur long and whispy, the most pure shade of white any wolf has ever laid their eyes upon. Her eyes are golden and bronze, a perfect match to that of Varg himself. Essentially she is his vessel, and shares almost all traits with him. The only difference is instead of broad shouldered and hardened in muscle as the god himself appears, she is lithe and light. Her body is slender, and legs long.
She is larger than any other wolf beside Surtr. This another trai given to her by Varg.
Personality: Freyja is filled with peace and kindness. She is devoted to her pack and their safety more than anything else. She has an affinity for pups, having lost a litter at a young age. For that she makes sure that the future of the pack is just as well fed as herself and her warriors, knowing they need nurishment early on to grow.
Though she strives for nothing but good behavior, a loss of pups and desire for perfection can sometimes cause her to snap. It happens rarely but when it does a great fear can be washed over any near her, as she lets her powers take too much control at time, and the influence of Varg can be lost for that brief moment.
History: Freyja was born into the Misty Valley pack close to four and a half years ago. Her brother, Muninn, was much larger than her, as she was a runt, but despite this fact he was more careful to keep her safe, instead of bully her like most pups. In fact Muninn cared so much for his sister that he wouldn't let her venture alone, in the den or otherwise. Freyja didn't mind, she enjoyed her brothers company and the love they shared. So much so that she wanted to spread nothing but happyness in her pack.
As soon as she grew to be eight months Freyja gave up any high position to become an Omega. She felt happier at home caring for pups and spreading laughter through stories that many wolves believed she would be a shammen some day. Her brother also praised her choice, for as a warrior he knew the dangers better than she and wanted to make sure she was in the pack, safe and protected.
Not long after she became 18 months old her pack was attacked directly. The Midnight Shadows pack had come in the darkest of the night and took her mothers life. A crazy fear spread through her, and before her brother could fully realize and stop her, she vanished into the wilderness. She was no naive wolf as to where she was going, she knew her packlands better than she knew the color of her fur, but she didn't know the dangers of being alone.
Still she ran, past the border, skirting the edges of the Rugged Boulder territory, running through rocky terrain that teared at her paw pads till they bled, and into the farmlands. There she hide for three days before her stomache urged her to find food. She was afraid to why her brother had not come for her, the thought never slipping her mind. For that she was always too distracted to make a kill, and too hungry to focus on following her scent back home.
A few days passed and she ran into a wolf. He was large and black, intimidating to say the least. She wanted to run but her legs were so weak she only collapsed. He smiled down at her before she passed out from exhaustion and hunger.When she awoke she noticed she had been moved. A large dead creature she had never seen lay before her. She only remembered it had thick white matted hair and an open belly for her to eat from. She gorged herself for a while before noticing the black wolf. She froze, looking at him. "Eat," he commanded. She didn't have any problem following his orders, but she still feared him.
When she finished he introduced himself as Jact, Alpha of the Rugged Boulder pack. He had followed her blood trail to the farmlands. "You smell like Misty Valley."
"Yes, that is my pack, but we were invaded and I ran." She walked to lay next to him. She felt she could trust him. "I got scared, we have never been invaded since my birth, and I just couldn't escape fast enough. I've been waiting here for my brother for over a week now." She was quiet. She missed him. The great black wolf stood.
"I can't take you home to your den, but I can bring you to the border between our lands. Or you can come back with me." He smiled coyly and she nervously laughed. She agreed to follow him to the shared border, but with each step of her journey she felt a stronger connection to him. She did really like him, but she needed to find her brother.
When they reached the border she nuzzled his shoulder. "I'll be back tomorrow at sun down," her paws crossed the border and he nodded, heading to his own pack. When she arrived at her home the others were surprised, thinking she had died. "Where is my brother?" she shouted, not seeing him. Then she saw by her mothers dead body lay her brother, unmoving.
"Munnin?" her voice was quiet and hollow before she ran over and shouted "Munnin wake up, I'm home!" She whined and cried as if she were a pup again. "Please brother, I'm safe!" The pack looked at her sadly. "Brother, brother please wake up. Mom isn't here anymore and she needs you to lead. Please brother, wake up!" She collapsed next to his body, shaking in sadness and rage. "I promise I will avenge you brother."
She got up and left the pack, heading back to Jact earlier then planned. Arriving she was met with growls and threats, her pack scent tipping them off. Jact waved his tail and they backed down, watching her every move. "They killed my brother," she whispered to him. He nodded, understanding.
It was not long before she became a part of their pack, the new Alpha Female. Jact helped her plot revenge, but on the day she was to enact it she backed down. "I can't Jact. I don't fight. I'm a peaceful soul and you know that. Besides..." she hesitated. "I'm pregnant." The large wolf gasped and started licking her with joy before letting out a long howl, followed by a chorus of celebration from the rest of the pack.
The revenge was soon forgotten and by the time Freyja was a little over three her pups where born. Two small bundles of black fur. She named them Huggin and Munnin, one after her brother and one after her father. They were both so tiny, but full of energy. They pack was excited, the first pups born to the pack since Jact became Alpha. They celebrated with a feast of moose.
Then three days later something in Freyja snapped. She woke up to an unknown scent, and she was instantly filled with fear. Loud snarling and barking were going on just outside her den. She rushed out to see the pack watching as Jact fought. But no one was helping him, not even Freyja would. She knew this was a challenge to the leader of the pack from a loner, and no one interfeared with that. But as she watched Jact fall to his defeat she smelled something oddly familiar about this wolf. She realized he was not just any loner, but the wolf who killed her brother. He must have left his pack.
She panicked, charging at him, ready to pounce. He swiped a powerful paw at her and knocked her down. Before she could recover the wolves of the pack started snarling and growling, but they did not attack, for the pack laws stated he was alpha now. And as alpha he entered Freyja's den, and walked out with two small black squirming pups in his jaws. She stood in horror, watching as the white wolf crushed her pups in his jaws. And that's when she snapped. She couldn't hold back her rage, her bloodlust, like Fenrir himself had become one with her. She ripped the wolf to shreds, and by the time her head cleared she could see the damage she had done.
Blood was splattered everywhere. Her enemy was in pieces, and all her pack could do was look on at her in horror. So she ran. She ran far far away to the echoing forest, avoiding all life. She dedicated her presence to spreading peace and kindness, renewing who she once was. She was afraid of herself for what she did. She was a peaceful soul, not a murderer. And after many months of changing herself and her life she was compelled to go back to the packs. She felt ready to start over. And so she walked to the edges of the Golden Sunlight pack border, looking forward to starting new, hoping to be accepted by a new pack.
And then Varg appeared before her. She was amazed. Her body filled with fear of his power, but she knew he was of no harm. Every muscle in her body commanded her to bow in his majesty, but she knew that she couldn't. She only looked him directly into his golden eyes, as if looking straight into the sunlight. All of his confidence, his peace and justice, the goodness he embodied, became part of her. "Freyja," his voice was powerful but comforting, like he was soothing her. "A great and unstoppable evil has been let loose into the world, and I have asked my friends to accept you into their pack as their leader, for never have I seen such a kindness and compassion in any one of my sons or daughters as I have in you."
And so she followed him to the pack dens. There she was greated by her new pack as their Alpha. And there she accepted Varg not only as her creator, but as part of her. A power surged through her, and every fiber of her being was being used to resist to crumble. Her blood coursed furiously and she thought her heart would burst, but still she stood. And when the pain stopped, and her blood calmed, the Golden Sunlight pack let out a beautiful song. And when she howled it was such a perfect noise, melodic and peaceful, that all of the earth seemed to sing back and spring forth new life. And when the song was done Varg was gone.
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Other: Freyja has the power of Varg. He grants her power as needed, though it can only be granted in the name of what is right and good.
Name: Surtr
Age: 5
Sex: Male
Breed: Timber
Pack: Moonlight Shadows
Rank: Alpha Male
Alignment: Evil
Mate: Angrboda
Description: Born tan with black and brown splotches, this once tawny wolf now dawns nothing but jet black fur. It is course and matted, tangled into unattractive clumps of fur. His ears are un-naturally long and pointed, as are his teeth and claws. His body is much taller and longer than that of a normal wolf, and his muscular build is incredible. Now as a vessel to the great Fenrir, when one peers into his blood red eyes they can not help but to be filled with fear. His dagger like teeth can leave any wolf shaking and just the evil power that flows from his presence can make a wolf submit in seconds.
Personality: Surtr, who once had some compassion, some feelings for his pack mates, now mostly only experiances hate and power lust and fear. Fenrir's presence in him has embodied his soul with evil, with every intention to get his way however that is. He is not afraid to use others, and others usually let him use them, for his distemper and wild behavior submits them to his power.
Though consumed with rage Surtr does have some positive emotion. If a pack member dies he will mourn them, and enact revenge. And his mate? She is quite possibly the only wolf he can have any feelings for beyond hate, or just wanting to use them, though it is his guilty concious that knows he is partially only with her so she can birth his pups. Still, a glimmer of love exists in his old soul that can worm its way out of Fenrir's influence.
History: Surtr was born to the Moonlight Shadows pack, and from day one it was obvious he was a little more sinister than any of his older brothers or sisters.
The last pup born to his parents he had no immediate right to be heir, but his oldest brother did, and he was determined to take that place. He was after all younger, smarter, and more talented. So at a year old he became a warrior, staying by his brothers side constantly. He encouraged him to do risky behaviors, and when they invaded the Misty Valley pack he dared him to fight their best warrior Munnin. What he didn't like is that his brother won that battle. Regardless Surtr had proven himself that day, for he had killed the Alpha Female.
Months passed by and Surtr did everything to descreetly take his brother down. Then one day opportunity hit. He volenteered himself to go with the Shaman as a gaurd to the Copper Lake, but only half way there did he kill the poor old she-wolf. He frantically ran back panicked, calling his brother. They both charged back, Surtr leading his brother by many length. And then he lept over the dead body and stopped, and his brother stopped right on top of the old dead she wolf, getting blood on his paws. He backed up, sniffing her. Surtr smiled, jumping down on his brothers head, covering his muzzle with blood.
"What are you doing?" his brother screeched.
"Framing you for murder," and then Surtr ran back home. His brother didn't follow. He would now be able to take his place as rightful Alpha. Many moons passed, till he one day turned four and his father died. He took his place as leader, only to learn his brother was still alive. He learned this when his brother came, informing him he was going to take over the Rugged Boulder pack and enact revenge. When he heard that the Alpha Female of the pack ripped him to shreds he could do nothing but smile.
And so he lived his life, watching over his pack, ensuring they respected him and listened to him closely. Then one night, as he sat guard, a deep rage filled him. It felt like his blood was boiling and his heart was about to pop. He stood, hackles raised as a large ghostly being presented himself to Surtr. He was easily recognizable, the great god of the underworld Fenrir. "Surtr, I have waited over one thousand years for the perfect alpha to command this pack, my pack," his voice a earth shattering snarl "and now I have found you. I can feel it in your bones more devotion, more power to me than any other. I know because instead of crumble you stand and accept my divine power." His body only trembled more as he snarled and barked. His mind jumbled with so much fear and rage he felt like he was going a bit insane, foaming at the mouth and snapping at thin air. But then he felt it, the moment Fenrir spoke, a cold, calculating demenor washed over him, and like that he had all of his emotions under control, under his power.
And when Fenrir touched his nose to Surtr's all he could feel was pain and fear and power. So much power, and it wasn't enough. And through his pain he screamed out into the night, forming into a deathly snarling howl. His pack followed in his murderous song, making sure the whole world heard him and cowered under his new power.
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Age: 4
Sex: Female
Breed: Timber Wolf
Pack: Golden Sunlight
Rank: Alpha Female
Alignment: Good
Mate: Seeking
Description: Once a normal gray and tawny wolf, Freyja was blessed, touched by the great god Varg. Her fur long and whispy, the most pure shade of white any wolf has ever laid their eyes upon. Her eyes are golden and bronze, a perfect match to that of Varg himself. Essentially she is his vessel, and shares almost all traits with him. The only difference is instead of broad shouldered and hardened in muscle as the god himself appears, she is lithe and light. Her body is slender, and legs long.
She is larger than any other wolf beside Surtr. This another trai given to her by Varg.
Personality: Freyja is filled with peace and kindness. She is devoted to her pack and their safety more than anything else. She has an affinity for pups, having lost a litter at a young age. For that she makes sure that the future of the pack is just as well fed as herself and her warriors, knowing they need nurishment early on to grow.
Though she strives for nothing but good behavior, a loss of pups and desire for perfection can sometimes cause her to snap. It happens rarely but when it does a great fear can be washed over any near her, as she lets her powers take too much control at time, and the influence of Varg can be lost for that brief moment.
History: Freyja was born into the Misty Valley pack close to four and a half years ago. Her brother, Muninn, was much larger than her, as she was a runt, but despite this fact he was more careful to keep her safe, instead of bully her like most pups. In fact Muninn cared so much for his sister that he wouldn't let her venture alone, in the den or otherwise. Freyja didn't mind, she enjoyed her brothers company and the love they shared. So much so that she wanted to spread nothing but happyness in her pack.
As soon as she grew to be eight months Freyja gave up any high position to become an Omega. She felt happier at home caring for pups and spreading laughter through stories that many wolves believed she would be a shammen some day. Her brother also praised her choice, for as a warrior he knew the dangers better than she and wanted to make sure she was in the pack, safe and protected.
Not long after she became 18 months old her pack was attacked directly. The Midnight Shadows pack had come in the darkest of the night and took her mothers life. A crazy fear spread through her, and before her brother could fully realize and stop her, she vanished into the wilderness. She was no naive wolf as to where she was going, she knew her packlands better than she knew the color of her fur, but she didn't know the dangers of being alone.
Still she ran, past the border, skirting the edges of the Rugged Boulder territory, running through rocky terrain that teared at her paw pads till they bled, and into the farmlands. There she hide for three days before her stomache urged her to find food. She was afraid to why her brother had not come for her, the thought never slipping her mind. For that she was always too distracted to make a kill, and too hungry to focus on following her scent back home.
A few days passed and she ran into a wolf. He was large and black, intimidating to say the least. She wanted to run but her legs were so weak she only collapsed. He smiled down at her before she passed out from exhaustion and hunger.When she awoke she noticed she had been moved. A large dead creature she had never seen lay before her. She only remembered it had thick white matted hair and an open belly for her to eat from. She gorged herself for a while before noticing the black wolf. She froze, looking at him. "Eat," he commanded. She didn't have any problem following his orders, but she still feared him.
When she finished he introduced himself as Jact, Alpha of the Rugged Boulder pack. He had followed her blood trail to the farmlands. "You smell like Misty Valley."
"Yes, that is my pack, but we were invaded and I ran." She walked to lay next to him. She felt she could trust him. "I got scared, we have never been invaded since my birth, and I just couldn't escape fast enough. I've been waiting here for my brother for over a week now." She was quiet. She missed him. The great black wolf stood.
"I can't take you home to your den, but I can bring you to the border between our lands. Or you can come back with me." He smiled coyly and she nervously laughed. She agreed to follow him to the shared border, but with each step of her journey she felt a stronger connection to him. She did really like him, but she needed to find her brother.
When they reached the border she nuzzled his shoulder. "I'll be back tomorrow at sun down," her paws crossed the border and he nodded, heading to his own pack. When she arrived at her home the others were surprised, thinking she had died. "Where is my brother?" she shouted, not seeing him. Then she saw by her mothers dead body lay her brother, unmoving.
"Munnin?" her voice was quiet and hollow before she ran over and shouted "Munnin wake up, I'm home!" She whined and cried as if she were a pup again. "Please brother, I'm safe!" The pack looked at her sadly. "Brother, brother please wake up. Mom isn't here anymore and she needs you to lead. Please brother, wake up!" She collapsed next to his body, shaking in sadness and rage. "I promise I will avenge you brother."
She got up and left the pack, heading back to Jact earlier then planned. Arriving she was met with growls and threats, her pack scent tipping them off. Jact waved his tail and they backed down, watching her every move. "They killed my brother," she whispered to him. He nodded, understanding.
It was not long before she became a part of their pack, the new Alpha Female. Jact helped her plot revenge, but on the day she was to enact it she backed down. "I can't Jact. I don't fight. I'm a peaceful soul and you know that. Besides..." she hesitated. "I'm pregnant." The large wolf gasped and started licking her with joy before letting out a long howl, followed by a chorus of celebration from the rest of the pack.
The revenge was soon forgotten and by the time Freyja was a little over three her pups where born. Two small bundles of black fur. She named them Huggin and Munnin, one after her brother and one after her father. They were both so tiny, but full of energy. They pack was excited, the first pups born to the pack since Jact became Alpha. They celebrated with a feast of moose.
Then three days later something in Freyja snapped. She woke up to an unknown scent, and she was instantly filled with fear. Loud snarling and barking were going on just outside her den. She rushed out to see the pack watching as Jact fought. But no one was helping him, not even Freyja would. She knew this was a challenge to the leader of the pack from a loner, and no one interfeared with that. But as she watched Jact fall to his defeat she smelled something oddly familiar about this wolf. She realized he was not just any loner, but the wolf who killed her brother. He must have left his pack.
She panicked, charging at him, ready to pounce. He swiped a powerful paw at her and knocked her down. Before she could recover the wolves of the pack started snarling and growling, but they did not attack, for the pack laws stated he was alpha now. And as alpha he entered Freyja's den, and walked out with two small black squirming pups in his jaws. She stood in horror, watching as the white wolf crushed her pups in his jaws. And that's when she snapped. She couldn't hold back her rage, her bloodlust, like Fenrir himself had become one with her. She ripped the wolf to shreds, and by the time her head cleared she could see the damage she had done.
Blood was splattered everywhere. Her enemy was in pieces, and all her pack could do was look on at her in horror. So she ran. She ran far far away to the echoing forest, avoiding all life. She dedicated her presence to spreading peace and kindness, renewing who she once was. She was afraid of herself for what she did. She was a peaceful soul, not a murderer. And after many months of changing herself and her life she was compelled to go back to the packs. She felt ready to start over. And so she walked to the edges of the Golden Sunlight pack border, looking forward to starting new, hoping to be accepted by a new pack.
And then Varg appeared before her. She was amazed. Her body filled with fear of his power, but she knew he was of no harm. Every muscle in her body commanded her to bow in his majesty, but she knew that she couldn't. She only looked him directly into his golden eyes, as if looking straight into the sunlight. All of his confidence, his peace and justice, the goodness he embodied, became part of her. "Freyja," his voice was powerful but comforting, like he was soothing her. "A great and unstoppable evil has been let loose into the world, and I have asked my friends to accept you into their pack as their leader, for never have I seen such a kindness and compassion in any one of my sons or daughters as I have in you."
And so she followed him to the pack dens. There she was greated by her new pack as their Alpha. And there she accepted Varg not only as her creator, but as part of her. A power surged through her, and every fiber of her being was being used to resist to crumble. Her blood coursed furiously and she thought her heart would burst, but still she stood. And when the pain stopped, and her blood calmed, the Golden Sunlight pack let out a beautiful song. And when she howled it was such a perfect noise, melodic and peaceful, that all of the earth seemed to sing back and spring forth new life. And when the song was done Varg was gone.
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Other: Freyja has the power of Varg. He grants her power as needed, though it can only be granted in the name of what is right and good.
Name: Surtr
Age: 5
Sex: Male
Breed: Timber
Pack: Moonlight Shadows
Rank: Alpha Male
Alignment: Evil
Mate: Angrboda
Description: Born tan with black and brown splotches, this once tawny wolf now dawns nothing but jet black fur. It is course and matted, tangled into unattractive clumps of fur. His ears are un-naturally long and pointed, as are his teeth and claws. His body is much taller and longer than that of a normal wolf, and his muscular build is incredible. Now as a vessel to the great Fenrir, when one peers into his blood red eyes they can not help but to be filled with fear. His dagger like teeth can leave any wolf shaking and just the evil power that flows from his presence can make a wolf submit in seconds.
Personality: Surtr, who once had some compassion, some feelings for his pack mates, now mostly only experiances hate and power lust and fear. Fenrir's presence in him has embodied his soul with evil, with every intention to get his way however that is. He is not afraid to use others, and others usually let him use them, for his distemper and wild behavior submits them to his power.
Though consumed with rage Surtr does have some positive emotion. If a pack member dies he will mourn them, and enact revenge. And his mate? She is quite possibly the only wolf he can have any feelings for beyond hate, or just wanting to use them, though it is his guilty concious that knows he is partially only with her so she can birth his pups. Still, a glimmer of love exists in his old soul that can worm its way out of Fenrir's influence.
History: Surtr was born to the Moonlight Shadows pack, and from day one it was obvious he was a little more sinister than any of his older brothers or sisters.
The last pup born to his parents he had no immediate right to be heir, but his oldest brother did, and he was determined to take that place. He was after all younger, smarter, and more talented. So at a year old he became a warrior, staying by his brothers side constantly. He encouraged him to do risky behaviors, and when they invaded the Misty Valley pack he dared him to fight their best warrior Munnin. What he didn't like is that his brother won that battle. Regardless Surtr had proven himself that day, for he had killed the Alpha Female.
Months passed by and Surtr did everything to descreetly take his brother down. Then one day opportunity hit. He volenteered himself to go with the Shaman as a gaurd to the Copper Lake, but only half way there did he kill the poor old she-wolf. He frantically ran back panicked, calling his brother. They both charged back, Surtr leading his brother by many length. And then he lept over the dead body and stopped, and his brother stopped right on top of the old dead she wolf, getting blood on his paws. He backed up, sniffing her. Surtr smiled, jumping down on his brothers head, covering his muzzle with blood.
"What are you doing?" his brother screeched.
"Framing you for murder," and then Surtr ran back home. His brother didn't follow. He would now be able to take his place as rightful Alpha. Many moons passed, till he one day turned four and his father died. He took his place as leader, only to learn his brother was still alive. He learned this when his brother came, informing him he was going to take over the Rugged Boulder pack and enact revenge. When he heard that the Alpha Female of the pack ripped him to shreds he could do nothing but smile.
And so he lived his life, watching over his pack, ensuring they respected him and listened to him closely. Then one night, as he sat guard, a deep rage filled him. It felt like his blood was boiling and his heart was about to pop. He stood, hackles raised as a large ghostly being presented himself to Surtr. He was easily recognizable, the great god of the underworld Fenrir. "Surtr, I have waited over one thousand years for the perfect alpha to command this pack, my pack," his voice a earth shattering snarl "and now I have found you. I can feel it in your bones more devotion, more power to me than any other. I know because instead of crumble you stand and accept my divine power." His body only trembled more as he snarled and barked. His mind jumbled with so much fear and rage he felt like he was going a bit insane, foaming at the mouth and snapping at thin air. But then he felt it, the moment Fenrir spoke, a cold, calculating demenor washed over him, and like that he had all of his emotions under control, under his power.
And when Fenrir touched his nose to Surtr's all he could feel was pain and fear and power. So much power, and it wasn't enough. And through his pain he screamed out into the night, forming into a deathly snarling howl. His pack followed in his murderous song, making sure the whole world heard him and cowered under his new power.
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Other: He holds the power of Fenrir
