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Post by Moon. on Jun 30, 2009 0:12:50 GMT -5
MoonNight The Structure Full Name: MoonNight Nicknames: Moon, Night, Gender: Female Height: 4ft Weight: 105lb Species: Wolf Breed: Arctic Wolf 30% HellHound 55% Timber Wolf 10% Dire Wolf 5% The BreedingMother: Unknown Father: Unknown Maternal Grandmother: Unknown Maternal Grandfather: Unknown Paternal Grandmother: Unknown Paternal Grandfather: Unknown Other Kin: Unknown The HeartMate: None Past Mates: None Spawn: None The Body Appearance- Thick, long silver and ebony fur coats her entire body reminiscent of her Arctic and Hellhound heritage. It is in this that she has survived in the harsh landscape of The Ice Tunnels. Underneath the tufts of fur on her forhead lies a crescent moon, dark as the winter night with silver fur spiking around it and a narrow strip of the un-pure white driping to just below her sharp cobalt eyes. (WIP) Battle Style: MoonNight is a skilled fighter, fast, light on her feet, an ace always up the sleeve. Perhaps if not for her hot-headedness and fierce streak she might be able to win battle more often, age would do this she-wolf well. The MindPersonality: Moon is extremely distrustful of others, afraid that they will abandon or leave her as her mother once did. Her long days alone as a pup result of this. Any meeting is met with suspicion and to her their is always an underlining reason for any action. She is very intelligent and has a knack for reading other's like a book, do well to hide what you are thinking or feeling, or else she'll figure you out. Understandably she struggles with kindness and affection from another. Scars under her thick pelt tell of a harsh life, and much of it has effected her personality. Battle and fighting come all to natural and almost always the first reaction to any threat. Moon lives life at a hard, fast pace with no set recognition of the damage it causes to her body and mind because to her every day might just be the last. Mate, children? Foreign words with no meaning to her. Despite her perspective on life she doesn't exactly have any plans of getting knocked up and producing offspring. Life with the Sabres of The Ice Tunnels has done little to dull her sharp edged personality, she has never been accused of being a kind Cheifess but is in no respects a dictaotr of the clan that she ahs found herself ruling. (Will be edited, as not up to date with current history here) Credits
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Post by Moon. on Jun 30, 2009 0:48:37 GMT -5
History
Life even from the beginning was harsh, her mother exiled from her only home after committing mutiny against the new Alpha Kyeoshe Zev. Her father had been a fine solider, Moon's mother being a highly respected healer, by ranking alone there love was approved and from the jungle's soil a flower bloomed. At the time of exile she left pregnant with Moon and her siblings, her mate off on a mission, and unknowing of the fate she had come to.
The snow territory of the ice fields and prown do blizzards and storms didn't do muct to discourage the fugitive, stumbling upon an amazing system of ice tunnels in her wanderings of the north. She gave birth a week later in a den she had insulated with arctic grasses dug from underneath the thick layers of ice and snow, it was a futile effort.Their lives lasting little longer then their time in the womb. From the five of the litter only two pups survived after three weeks of age, most killed by the bitter cold or a mother's kind fangs, unable to suffer the sight of her dying young.
Of course the sabers found her, killed the intruder who had stepped from her hiding place in the tunnels to try and scrape out some food for what was left of her brood. The skilled guards knew nothing of her young, however it was obvious upon examination of the body that there were more wolves in their land. An assassin in the company of the Chief was sent to do the dirty work, the ruthless killer tracking the pups and finding one already dead, a single remaining. It was nothing, he poised himself to deal the lethal blow and snap the tiny wolffess' spine with his heavy paw, but something stopped him, little needle teeth dug into his skin shook the assassin from his deathly calm and sent the Chief into laughter. So the pup was saved by her determined nature, taken by Chief Ronin to raise among the big cats, his mate having recently given birth Moon was guaranteed life.
Two years passed, and Ronin left the living, leaving behind his out of place 'daughter' to the throne of leadership rather then any of his saber children. And of course MoonNight took it, more out of respect then anything. So was the tale of how a wolf ended up leading on of the most prestigious clans of sabers.
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Post by Moon. on Jun 30, 2009 0:49:32 GMT -5
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Post by Kyeoshe. on Jun 30, 2009 1:08:36 GMT -5
If you post the personality-- this can get bumped to the approved section =]
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Post by Moon. on Jun 30, 2009 1:16:20 GMT -5
It's up now c:
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