Post by sabine on Jul 30, 2013 14:45:33 GMT
Name: Siarirth
Age: 5 years old
Sex: Female
Breed: Tember wolf
Pack:lone wolf
Rank:lone wolf
Alignment: unaligned
Mate:seeking
Description: A sleek white, brown, and grey coat dominates most of Siarirth's pelt, though her underbelly and long legs are predominantly light gray. A light cream can be seen trimmed around her face, ears, tail, and chest, creating linear-like markings, her most noticeable design is a diamond-shape patch firmly place on her chest. Siarirth's face carries a light mask, Though a light cream patch of fur surounds her piercing eyes ( bright, vibrant and caring in nature which resembles polished oak. ) and muzzle. She is slightly taller than the average vixen, though her form is rather lithe. Hi legs are long and powerful, making her an excellent runner in addition to her light and agile build. On her right back haunch, if examined closely, it is possible to see her fur growing in an odd tuft, sticking out slight against the rest of her coat, growing around an old scar.
Personality: Many find it difficult to come to know the sweet, shy creature, simply because very few are graced with the chance to hear her voice. Her little lark call is locked away, where the majority will only ever hear a pleasant hum vibrate in her throat. Despite the lack of vocalization, she is convinced that she is an open book. Through physical language, she emotes herself clearly.
If one paid enough attention, they would be able to understand exactly what Siarirth is about. But any fool can tell that she is bashful in nature. Still young at heart, she has yet to come out of her shell, and prefers to keep close to those she knows. Rather than taking the lead, she sits back and observes, learning from her situation all that she possibly can.
She has a gentle touch, able to communicate far more effectively than her brethren, simply because she refuses to speak. It is as if she knows alternative ways of communicating, speaking through motion and touch. Siarirth can nose her way to sensitive and troubled areas, and often seems to have a natural gift of picking out the right herbs for healing. Though praise her for it, and she will modestly lower her head, silently trying to explain that what she does is not miraculous at all. When one can see the world the way she does, it is significantly easier to track things down, or notice details often overlooked.
The normally gentle creature, however, does not take well to deceit. Oddly coloured words are quick to raise her hackles. Few things seem to be hidden from her, as she certainly does not appreciate if one tries to fool her. She is not to be treated like a simpleton. Despite her quietness and reserved nature, she is not broken. And just like she is quick to show happiness or excitement, she is also quick to show anger.
Those who manage to be around her when she speaks, however, may find another wolf altogether. Open and friendly, like a innocent whelp. However a little more somber, the little lady tends to forget how to physically emote when she speaks, and struggles to use words to explain herself. But she tries, and it's hard to kill the desire to please, when it's so naturally built into her. She is still growing, however, and finding a bit more of herself each day.
History: Snow... A blanket of white far as the eye can see. It was bliss, disguised as a void of color that covered the land. However, the smell of blood was thick in the air; licking at the tip of her nose. Her body numb as the sky began to fall with fat flakes. So cold, so bloody cold. " Anyone out there?" Siarirth cried for hours, sad she was not heard. That was the last time she opened her jaws to speak. For if no one replied to her, then why should she. Two years pass and Siarirth would find herself wondering into this new land. With no further knowledge of who she was or why she was out here all alone in the first place. Never the less, the female would make due with the situation she was in. Her past, forgotten. Fragments still remain, clouded by the years of neglect. A plague upon her mind, however, it is something she is slowly overcoming.
Hunger drives her into the territory lands. Only time will tell what she will stumble upon next.
