Post by Saga on Mar 11, 2016 14:02:41 GMT -5
OOC
Name: Outlaw
Years RPing: Since they invented sliced bread?
Other: Pokadotted unicorns that burp skittles!!!
How You Found Us: The Skittles told me to come....
General
Name: Saga
Birthday: April 1st, 2013
Gender: Female
Species: Tundra Wolf
Physical
Height: 30"
Length: 61"
Weight: 100 lbs
Coat Color: White, Red/Brown
Eye Color: Brown
Health Issues: Sense of smell is damaged severely from both the fires she's been in..
Other Information:
Mental
Mental Stability: Sane
History:
It was in the darkness of the night that several tiny cries were released. Some were scared seeking the familiar warmth they'd just been expelled from. Others yipped their demands for food, and still others simply curled up seeking slumber after all that was an exhausting journey they had just been on. All bore colors resembling their parents, except one, a lone female whose voice was silent. Confused and cold the odd little femme curled against the first warm body she found, only to be shoved away roughly by a nose. Again she sought comfort, and was yet again rejected. The oddness of her appearance, so different from the others that cause her mother's rejection.
Fate though, had a funny way of stepping into ones life at odd times. Human hands raised the pale peaches and creme colored girl. From tiny droppers of milk to semi, then completely solid foods. She was trained to be a pampered companion, it was the only life she knew. At around a year old her life would change in minor ways. Like with most material possessions, Saga was given away as a gift, a sign of faith to the newest, however temporary, regime to Lord over a small portion of the vast African continent. Shipped to the coast Saga, would find herself among creatures from all across the land she found herself within, although even here she felt a bit out of place. Forever seeking her place among them she would play to her duty of following her Lord faithfully at his side. But during the night she would try her paw at several trades available within their small commune of felines, monkeys, elephants, and everything in between.
It was during one of these many trial and error endeavors that she'd discovered a true talent laying adornment within. An ability to never forget, a bit of information given was locked forever within her mind and from this came an ability to enchant an audience with simple words. Weaving tales both tragic and happy, of love and loss. Feats of a villain, the deeds of hero's. Deep into the night she honed her skill to entertain, finally finding a place she was comfortable, a place she felt like she belonged.
But she of all beings knew a good tale was not without twists and turns. Conflicts were a must else life would hold very little value or meaning. It wasn't until she was nearing her second birthing day that she became the star in her own story. Unrest and swiftly come upon the human world she was so integrated within. It would not be long before weapons were brandished, the crackling explosion of guns, the screams of fear and death filled the villa where she and the others resided beside their masters residence. It was apparent the volatile land was rising up once again with a new power at its forefront. With the change everyone would perish, Saga could hear the steps of the humans going from cage to cage, slaughtering all who they found within, their voices rose in a grumbled irritation at the task assigned to them. It was such a waste of ammo to kill each animal individually. before they'd made it half way through the lazy men made a fateful decision. A bit of gasoline, a match struck and they could sit back to watch the show. Laughing all the while.
Fear itself was a completely unknown concept to the pale femme up until that point. The flames licked at the wooden walls of her kennel, the heat built and built even as the ceiling began to give away Saga whined, pacing the small 6x8 cell. Thick smoke rolled in from all sides. The cries that rose from beasts who could not escape would haunt the wolfess for the rest of her life, however short or long that may be.
Panic set in, and all coherent thought fled except for one thing. Run, run as far and as fast as she could. Smoke burned the lungs, hacking coughs threatened to keep her immobile, but somehow she had managed to drag up every ounce of strength and courage she had and throw herself against the door. The weaken wood gave way beneath her weight, casting her into a night filled with utter chaos, colored orange and scarlet from the flames that danced before her. Billowing smoke of the darkest of blacks blotted out the full moon and glittering stars. All around there were lifeless forms of half burned beasts littering the ground, those that had tried to escape and failed. Even now she could have described in detail the individual scents of a a friend's body, their legs twitching, eyes filled horror and such agony that Saga had lost it. Maybe it was the constant hacks, or the sickening scene of senseless destruction but her stomach finally empties itself. What had progressed after that point would be a complete blur, until at least darkness found her.
When next she woke it was to a smoke filled morning, nostrils seared and that once pristine coat was a matt of burned and blackened fur. There was no way to discern what it's natural color truly was. Dried brown eyes blinked rapidly against the sting until finally clearing enough to see. on limbs that protested almost violently she forced herself to stand, looking around at the burned buildings and black corpses of everything she had ever known. With senses damaged by the fire she was slow to realize she wasn't alone. Surrounded by a dozen wolves or more stood a huge female wolf.
Saga was sure that this would finally be the end, after everything else. The fear that had consumed her the night before, it was an internal battle, one that was clearly written in the deep chocolate brown of her eyes. Still despite the fear cooling inside her she stood her ground and stared defiantly at the wolfess. Saga knew nothing of 'alphas' or the intricate working of pack life, all she knew was that if this was to be her last moments it would not be curled up in a ball letting fear dominate her smaller form.
Perhaps it was this strength that stayed Valdis's paw that day, and the ones to followed. Into slavery Saga had been thrown, serving those around her in whatever their desires demanded. It was soon discovered that she bore no skill in hunting, in combat, to this pack she was completely useless to them. Within several weeks however, among the other prisoners and slaves, she began gaining a reputation in silence of the night. It was the talk of the guards that had slowly brought that reputation to the attention of the packs leader.
One evening, unbeknownst to the small gathering, a pair of eyes watched from the shadows, cold and aloof, full of disgust at the weak willed creatures she saw. But one stood out, a regal presence whose voice carried over the occasional murmur or gasp from the crowd that held more then just the lowest of the low. Along the outskirts, clearly separated from the lowly beasts were members of the packs hunters, warriors, even a priestess or two stood listening intently to the tale a single wolf spun. Her pale coat and warm brown eyes scanned the faces of those gathered, drawing them into the words she spoke. A tale of fire, and fear, or failure and redemption. A tale of death and new beginnings. It was her own story that she spun. Over the heads of the wolves brown eyes met a pair of primarily blue touched gems before dropping respectfully.
It was the following morning that her life began to change once more. Over the course of the next half a year she still held the status of a slave, and yet she was taught to hunt, taught the basics of battle. It wasn't until her third year that Valdis finally released her giving her the option to become a full fledged member of Aesir. Though gradual she had finally won her place among this proud, fierce, and strong pack.
It was only a few short weeks after her new found life had begun that tragedy struck again. In the face of flames the pack scattered, in the face of flames Saga stood frozen at the scene, staring at one memory over lapped with the present freezing her limbs in place. Instant until the violent shove of a massive body that she was broken from her fear inspired trance, herding her onward the familiar scent of her Hilmir calmed her even as she was ushered over a cliff away from the burn of memories. She had seen some of the pack fall to the flames, even as Valdis had desperately tried to save as many as she could.
So it was that fire yet again destroyed her life. Senses choked by flames and now clogged by the stinging sensation of salty water. But that resilient streak that had first caught the giant leaders attention reared its head once more, refusing to allow her to give into the misery and defeat. Legs strained, lungs burned, any injuries sustained from the fire or the falls were forgotten as she lost sight of any pack members. Still she swam onward until she couldn't any longer. Her physical strength gave out, with one last harshly croaked cry she slipped beneath the dark pitiless sea.
The slap of water against her flanks, the maddening irritation from trusting dry salt chafing sensitive flesh beneath that scraggly hide of pale pale red and warm soft creme until it was raw. In some places she bled, but which event was the cause? Who knew.. Brown eye broke open slowly, the brilliance of the sun blinding her, causing a cringe. It wasn't until the waters splashed her muzzle that she realized she had to move or else it was likely that she'd drown. Trembling muscles pulled her further up onto dry land before the darknesses relentless talons sank into her consciousness once again. And so that was how her life on Anikira started. In darkness and loss...
Personality:
Docile and simple, that is what one may say of this unique femme upon their first impression, but they couldn't have been any farther from the truth. A mysterious air hung around the typically quiet wolfess, a sense of regal dignity. Those foolish enough to assume that she was a creature who was easily manipulated, a door mat to be stepped upon or kicked around would be sorely mistaken. With a spine of steel and more courage in a single paw then a lot have in their whole bodies, Saga holds valiantly to her convictions. It was in that steel one would find an unbendable will and a loyalty that knows no bounds.
Though she was sweet by nature, even after a year among her fierce pack she had yet to adapt to such a tenancy. A diplomat, which isn't to surprising as her skill with words are renowned, had even been known by those outside that pack before the fire had changed their lives. This is not a wolf who does things by half instead once dedicated to something she will put all of her heart and soul into it. Never once giving up, nor backing down.
If that isn't enough complexity to this seemingly simple creature another facade would be her simple lack of fear in most everything. You will never find her backing down unless ordered to do so, whether her skills equal to the task or not. Except one, a paralyzing fear of fires born from the two major tragedies that had nearly claimed her life. After having seen those who meant something to her burned to a crisp, her home destroyed by such a primal uncontrollable beast, not once but twice in her life has left her emotionally scarred in certain aspects of her existence. As for love, while she has plenty to give to pack mates, it would take a special gentleman to truly capture her heart. But once given it, like with everything else she is, would be with every ounce of her being.
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