Post by Sahtara on Dec 6, 2008 17:23:25 GMT -5
+ Wolf Name: Sahtara
+ Pronunciation:Suh-Teh-ra
+ Gender:Feme
+ Age:3
+Alignment:Malum [Dark]
+ Appearance:Sahtara is a striking wolf, she is covered thickly with fine ivory fur, a light tinge of rust on her tail, and bright red eyes. She sits on the lithe side of the weight scale, having thinner legs and a thin muzzle that fit her red eyes nicely. She has a tall frame which makes her all the more intimidating. Anything that her blood hued eyes meet would even feel a pang of fear no matter wolf or rabbit.
+ Personality: Disgusted by the selflessness of the "pure hearted" wolves she has a dark outlook that makes her care for little else but her benefits and her advantages. She has a seething hate for those types of wolves. Less emotion than most she cares not for personal matters and thinks with stoic logic and has a edge of hatred in her sharp, persuading tones. She enjoys mind games along with simply toying with the weak. Though she trusts few, the select circle will be able to find the small spot of emotion she has. Though she is sinister and cold, this wolf isn't without her manners. She will generally have some sort of manners even when dealing with the enemy.
+ History:
A life simple started by mates in a pack, born and named like any wolf would be. Though this pack was a pack of pure heart wolves and from her birth she didn't understand why they were selfless while she was selfish. Time and time again her parents tried to teach her the purest of ways but Sahtara refused to learn such lies. She fought with other pack members and sometimes injuring other pup while they play fought. She was punished left and right and became bitter against them all as a puppy and young wolf. She was a skilled fighter and she found that being selfless made it difficult to fight to kill. And this gave her inner amusement at their "peaceful" way of life. She told of the faults in their ways and was time again punished and told otherwise. She cursed their god and muttered deathwishes. Her siblings were the same as all the rest and she was growing into a hateful and stoic wolf.
Still fairly young there was an attack on the pack by another. A pack worshipping a dark god, of which she understood these wolves and stood by as her pack was slain and was completely amused by the whole scene. The amusement turned into a game as she made inner bets with herself of who would die and who would live. She waited for the pack's demise then laughed at their deaths, they were fools. She smiled upon the bloodstained soil and left the area.
She was determined to start a new pack that was lead under the dark god.
+ Pronunciation:Suh-Teh-ra
+ Gender:Feme
+ Age:3
+Alignment:Malum [Dark]
+ Appearance:Sahtara is a striking wolf, she is covered thickly with fine ivory fur, a light tinge of rust on her tail, and bright red eyes. She sits on the lithe side of the weight scale, having thinner legs and a thin muzzle that fit her red eyes nicely. She has a tall frame which makes her all the more intimidating. Anything that her blood hued eyes meet would even feel a pang of fear no matter wolf or rabbit.
+ Personality: Disgusted by the selflessness of the "pure hearted" wolves she has a dark outlook that makes her care for little else but her benefits and her advantages. She has a seething hate for those types of wolves. Less emotion than most she cares not for personal matters and thinks with stoic logic and has a edge of hatred in her sharp, persuading tones. She enjoys mind games along with simply toying with the weak. Though she trusts few, the select circle will be able to find the small spot of emotion she has. Though she is sinister and cold, this wolf isn't without her manners. She will generally have some sort of manners even when dealing with the enemy.
+ History:
A life simple started by mates in a pack, born and named like any wolf would be. Though this pack was a pack of pure heart wolves and from her birth she didn't understand why they were selfless while she was selfish. Time and time again her parents tried to teach her the purest of ways but Sahtara refused to learn such lies. She fought with other pack members and sometimes injuring other pup while they play fought. She was punished left and right and became bitter against them all as a puppy and young wolf. She was a skilled fighter and she found that being selfless made it difficult to fight to kill. And this gave her inner amusement at their "peaceful" way of life. She told of the faults in their ways and was time again punished and told otherwise. She cursed their god and muttered deathwishes. Her siblings were the same as all the rest and she was growing into a hateful and stoic wolf.
Still fairly young there was an attack on the pack by another. A pack worshipping a dark god, of which she understood these wolves and stood by as her pack was slain and was completely amused by the whole scene. The amusement turned into a game as she made inner bets with herself of who would die and who would live. She waited for the pack's demise then laughed at their deaths, they were fools. She smiled upon the bloodstained soil and left the area.
She was determined to start a new pack that was lead under the dark god.
