Post by Nyx The Unwanted on May 13, 2007 20:45:02 GMT -5
Name:
Nyx
Age:
4 or 5 summers
Gender:
male
Pack:
none.
Rank:
none.
Mate:
Heanna [dead]
Pups:
none.
Eyes:
Icey blue.
Pelt/Exterior:
He's what you would call a grey wolf, through really so many colors make up his pelt that I would rather call him a painted wolf. His base color is of a tanish off white from years of travels dirt becoming one with his coloring. Next a true tan lightly brushes over his large form. From there he becomes a dark grey then black. The black covers over his back and traces down his sides and legs, allowing the grey and tan to fill missed spots. His underside is the off-white cream color.
Personality:
Nyx is a calm easy going male. Ha. Yes I am joking. Nyx well. Well let's say he's shy. Shy with a good reason. Really he has a good side and a bad side. Quick tempered it makes it hard to keep to his better side, though most likely he will keep his mouth shut. He is quite a large wolf, so simply he knows how to throw himself in a fight so please do not take his closed mouth answers as stupidity or weakness. Please though, this is only his bad side. If you prove yourself worthy of his better thoughts then he does not fake his manners to you, and he speaks openly and wisely, and has quiet a hint of humor.
History:
I shall start at the beginning. Nyx's birth. He was born on Long Night. If you do not know what Long Night is, then allow me to enlighten you. Long Night is the longest night of the year taking place in the middle of the large snows. He was born when game was few and the mouths of the pack were many. So therefore he was named Nyx. His name had too meanings. One he was named for the Night's Goddess Nyx, a curse of the gods for he was meant to be a female pup, already to many useless male pup laying around where they were unneeded. And the second reason was also a curse of the gods. Nyx, sounding like Nix means no. The packs refusal to take in this new mouth to feed.
As soon as Nyx was weaned from his mother he was dumped in the open with a few other pups. One by one the other pups died off. Reaching the age of one summer Nyx already knew to much. He wished for death but death would never come. He and another pup, now adults were the only of their make-shift pack left. Another snow came, and killed the other leaving Nyx to the harsh storm with no one to share the pain and suffering with. This hardened him beyond his years. From this year on he was followed by a string of tragedies.
Upon turning three he stumbled upon a pack willing and kind enough to take him in. Here he found something to look forward to, Heanna. Sadly his curse took her from him, a forest fire raged and stole her life from his. From then on his has roamed, seeking nothing.
Role Playing Sample:
A form moved around the rocks. You only saw this from the side of your eyes, maybe a trick of your mind. Yes, you reassure yourself that this shadow was a trick of your mind. But then you see it again, oh god. Dear lord, you heart begins to beat faster and faster. Could this be what looking death in the face was like? You put her head back down, munching slowly at the grass. Head springing up and down, noticing the herd is moving further and further from you. But to attempt tricking yourself out of this fear you stay rooted where you are. Suddenly pain, your body is filled with it. In a desperate try at breaking free you twist your body around; a grey wolf's mouth is bathed in blood. You're own blood. Oh god, your being killed.
Nyx's form rejoiced with the kill. The body of this brave young buck must have been a sign of good luck. For now he found himself in this land. He had always lived at the base of this mountain, but a canyon had prevented him for entering this side. While the other side was barren... Well let's not track back into his past at this very moment. Amazingly soft amber eyes looked up at the havens. Thanking the gods for showering him in luck for once. Suddenly he returned to himself, cold and slightly bitter. Ripping at the buck's stomach he ate happily. Once finished he allowed the meat to sit there, all too much for a lone wolf. So leave it for the scavengers.
Suddenly the sounds of a howl pricked the air. Not to far off, then another swept through the air. Nyx did not put his handsome raspy voice into the cooling air. Stealing into the shadows his cold amber eyes watched-- waited. Then he began to walk, coming to a place close enough but far enough also he stopped. Hiding himself among the bushes he lay his form down. Pondering the meaning of this sudden encounter with others. He stayed alert though in thought. Opening his mind he sent out his reaches. Searching for the other's smell, once found he took his nose from the air.
Making a split second choice, Nyx threw his head back. Ears pressed softly against his skull as his handsome raspy voice was let unto the cold air. Letting a slow lonely howl slip from his muzzle.
Nyx
Age:
4 or 5 summers
Gender:
male
Pack:
none.
Rank:
none.
Mate:
Heanna [dead]
Pups:
none.
Eyes:
Icey blue.
Pelt/Exterior:
He's what you would call a grey wolf, through really so many colors make up his pelt that I would rather call him a painted wolf. His base color is of a tanish off white from years of travels dirt becoming one with his coloring. Next a true tan lightly brushes over his large form. From there he becomes a dark grey then black. The black covers over his back and traces down his sides and legs, allowing the grey and tan to fill missed spots. His underside is the off-white cream color.
Personality:
Nyx is a calm easy going male. Ha. Yes I am joking. Nyx well. Well let's say he's shy. Shy with a good reason. Really he has a good side and a bad side. Quick tempered it makes it hard to keep to his better side, though most likely he will keep his mouth shut. He is quite a large wolf, so simply he knows how to throw himself in a fight so please do not take his closed mouth answers as stupidity or weakness. Please though, this is only his bad side. If you prove yourself worthy of his better thoughts then he does not fake his manners to you, and he speaks openly and wisely, and has quiet a hint of humor.
History:
I shall start at the beginning. Nyx's birth. He was born on Long Night. If you do not know what Long Night is, then allow me to enlighten you. Long Night is the longest night of the year taking place in the middle of the large snows. He was born when game was few and the mouths of the pack were many. So therefore he was named Nyx. His name had too meanings. One he was named for the Night's Goddess Nyx, a curse of the gods for he was meant to be a female pup, already to many useless male pup laying around where they were unneeded. And the second reason was also a curse of the gods. Nyx, sounding like Nix means no. The packs refusal to take in this new mouth to feed.
As soon as Nyx was weaned from his mother he was dumped in the open with a few other pups. One by one the other pups died off. Reaching the age of one summer Nyx already knew to much. He wished for death but death would never come. He and another pup, now adults were the only of their make-shift pack left. Another snow came, and killed the other leaving Nyx to the harsh storm with no one to share the pain and suffering with. This hardened him beyond his years. From this year on he was followed by a string of tragedies.
Upon turning three he stumbled upon a pack willing and kind enough to take him in. Here he found something to look forward to, Heanna. Sadly his curse took her from him, a forest fire raged and stole her life from his. From then on his has roamed, seeking nothing.
Role Playing Sample:
A form moved around the rocks. You only saw this from the side of your eyes, maybe a trick of your mind. Yes, you reassure yourself that this shadow was a trick of your mind. But then you see it again, oh god. Dear lord, you heart begins to beat faster and faster. Could this be what looking death in the face was like? You put her head back down, munching slowly at the grass. Head springing up and down, noticing the herd is moving further and further from you. But to attempt tricking yourself out of this fear you stay rooted where you are. Suddenly pain, your body is filled with it. In a desperate try at breaking free you twist your body around; a grey wolf's mouth is bathed in blood. You're own blood. Oh god, your being killed.
Nyx's form rejoiced with the kill. The body of this brave young buck must have been a sign of good luck. For now he found himself in this land. He had always lived at the base of this mountain, but a canyon had prevented him for entering this side. While the other side was barren... Well let's not track back into his past at this very moment. Amazingly soft amber eyes looked up at the havens. Thanking the gods for showering him in luck for once. Suddenly he returned to himself, cold and slightly bitter. Ripping at the buck's stomach he ate happily. Once finished he allowed the meat to sit there, all too much for a lone wolf. So leave it for the scavengers.
Suddenly the sounds of a howl pricked the air. Not to far off, then another swept through the air. Nyx did not put his handsome raspy voice into the cooling air. Stealing into the shadows his cold amber eyes watched-- waited. Then he began to walk, coming to a place close enough but far enough also he stopped. Hiding himself among the bushes he lay his form down. Pondering the meaning of this sudden encounter with others. He stayed alert though in thought. Opening his mind he sent out his reaches. Searching for the other's smell, once found he took his nose from the air.
Making a split second choice, Nyx threw his head back. Ears pressed softly against his skull as his handsome raspy voice was let unto the cold air. Letting a slow lonely howl slip from his muzzle.
