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Post by intoxica on Jan 2, 2009 15:01:26 GMT -6
Name;;
Chandrakala
Nicknames;;
Chandra, Kala
Breed;;
Arctic wolf
Age;;
Two
Gender;;
Female
Height;;
Twenty-nine inches
Weight;;
Ninety-two pounds
Eye Color;;
Amber
Fur Color;;
Silver-white
Other Markings:
Lower legs fade to black
Personality:
She’s very patient, and can stay in one place for about two days before moving, but only if there’s a darn good reason. Like any of her birth pack, she’s usually moving around to stay out of range from packs that may decide they don’t like her hanging around (which most do decide when their members mysteriously start to disappear). Kala's a killer, but not cold hearted. She could take care of pups for a certain amount of time before they annoy the crap out of her and she ends up biting their little yapping heads off. She can be around anyone as long as they show her the correct amount of respect (and on occasion, treat her like a goddess). She’s always calm, and if she ever loses her cool than it’s a sure sign of the apocalypse. When alone though, she’s still an emotional wreck, and almost always screams in her sleep ands he can’t remember the last time she had a peaceful dream. Chandrakala curses the time when she must let go of her hold on herself. The tears escape when she’s in her most vulnerable state.
She is usually polite, for she doesn't waste time badgering her victims like some others do. She’s a very skilled fighter, for she strikes without the slightest bit of warning. After only months of practice, she’s taken on the styles of the weasel. She never sits still long enough for someone to get a good grip on her, and for that she has a fantastic count of speed and endurance. The usual signs of aggravation before a lunge are not apparent with her. She doesn't growl, snarl, raise her hair, lock her muscles, or anything of the sort. Ever. Chandra holds a strong belief that in doing so, she wastes time in observing her opponent. She awaits the perfect time to make her move, and until she finds it she won’t do a single thing. Her amber eyes hold a maze that her previous opponents have been lost in. Mystified beyond belief as they slowly draw nearer, they are usually the last thing they see. To emphasize this effect, she doesn't blink too often.
History;;
She was born into a strong pack to the north, though her birth mother, Narell, was killed right after birthing her litter. She bred without permission to a bachelor loner. He never showed his face after confronting the pack, asking to take possession of his only son, but by the time he showed up he had already been killed by the one who had held the least amount of a guilty appearance. The runt, the female, the one who hadn’t even yet opened her eyes had killed every pup in the litter besides herself, slitting their life veins held in their fragile throats one by one. The alpha female of the pack feared the little pup, calling her the spawn of Satan himself; the alpha male found her interesting and raised her as his own.
She turned one, a skilled fighter, and already lead huntress of the pack. It was those crappy girlish hormones that caused her to fall head over tail for her “adopted brother”. He was one when she was born, and took care of her as she grew. She took after him more than anyone. He was a dark soul, and she learned her fighting styles from him as they grew closer. Their relationship turned into more than just friendship when he force bred her (or so it started that way). She didn’t conceive, to both of their relief’s, and she was in a literal sense, his secrete slave from then on. No one knew about their relationship, and they planned to keep it that way. Her love for him couldn’t have been any stronger, and it wasn’t simply a sexual love; it was completely, purely true.
Chandrakala thought, like most girls do, that he was the same way. She started getting heavier with unborn pups, and soon ran to him on night in tears, though they only poured harder when she found him with another female. Hiding it all from the world, just as they had. She ran then, from everything. She left her homeland, already holding the skill to survive on her own, and wandered the surrounding environment. She stopped eating, and eventually the pups she held inside of her perished. Being alone gave her time to think, and she, instead of being upset, threw the blame on everyone that was once in that pack. She was a time bomb that only ticked long enough for her to get back to the den before she blew. She killed all of them, starting with that female. All of them but one. The one that got away. Him.
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