Post by ryth on Jul 2, 2012 19:23:02 GMT -5
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Sequin
NAME. Sequin
NICKNAME(S). Seq, Quin
AGE. 2 yr 6 m
SPECIES. Wolf
BREED. Alaskan Tundra Wolf
GENDER. Female
HEIGHT. 27 IN to the shoulder
WEIGHT. Eighty Pounds
COAT. White
EYE COLOUR. Yellow
NOTABLE MARKINGS. White; white darkened ears.
PHYSICAL. Sequin is almost solid white, from the tip of her nose to the end of her tassel. The ivory that slides along her coat is so perfect and uninterrupted it has been compared to the first falling of snow. She is a beautiful creature, with flowing tresses of all white fur flapping in frenzy within the wind. Along the muzzle, beneath rows of jagged ivory canines are black lips tickled by the whiskers just below her nose, which is also ebony in color. The very tips of her ears begin to darken, but barley, and it can only be seen in the most gentle of light.
Sequin is a slight creature, weighing only eighty pounds and standing much shorter than both her brothers. She is petite for a female, but her lanky body makes for a great runner, and she uses this to her advantage. Hunting with her brothers has become a breeze, as she is the fastest by a long shot, able to run the prey out in their direction while they decide which one to take down. Her legs are long, but thin, and she appears quite delicate in appearance. Her skull is thin and small as well, proportioned with her body but significantly different from her siblings. Her eyes are much brighter than both Loquin and Daquin, and have much more honey in them than orange. The gold in her eyes swirls around a tender orange coloring, and can be compared to jewelry. The tips of her toes are guarded by long black talons, a miniscule interruption to the shimmering ivory on her frame.
FEARS.
~being alone in the dark
~losing her siblings
~losing her intelligence
VICES.
~Has terrible nightmares that make her moody
~constantly lives in the past
~tries to prove herself in situations where she could easily get hurt
STRENGTHS.
~Intelligence
~Beauty
~Keen and observant eyes
PET PEEVES.
~arrogance
~stupidity
~negativity
~not allowing her to speak
~being in the dark alone
~naivety
LIKES.
~being with others
~listening rather than speaking
~respect
~curiosity
~sunny weather
~kindness
PERSONALITY. Sequin by far is the quickest of the bunch, and perhaps the most clever as well. She is quick on her feet and agile with her mind, making the trio a great mixture of brawns and brains. She is rather shy, and it can be difficult to get her to speak when she isn’t around her siblings where she feels most comfortable. Sequin can be stubborn and entirely bull-headed but Daquin had an easier time getting through to her than anyone else does. Each of the siblings have a special relationship with each other that goes a very long way, and even though Sequin sees the arrogance in Loquin’s eyes, she knows that at the end of the day he only means well.
Sequin has always longed for a mate and puppies of her own and although it seems a while before anything like that will happen to her, she hopes that it will be a great experience that she will never regret. She is a day-dreamer, and tends to get lost in her thoughts, but tries to stay on command when out with her brother hunting, or travelling. She is clever most of the time, but often strays away from important topics, tending to stick to stuff that she finds more interesting like why is the sky blue? And what does the water flow the way it does? Sequin is very, very curious at heart, and has questions about practically everything. She can easily annoy her brother, Loquin but Daquin seems accustomed to her questions, and even seems to enjoy answering them now.
Sequin does have a few flaws, and they have developed mainly in part of what happened to her as a whelp. She is scared of being alone at any time, and will always stick with one of her brothers, and she is prone to active nightmares, in which Sequin gets violent and very scary. Normally these nightmares can be quelled by her brother’s kind words, but sometimes the outbursts require Daquin and Loquin to leave the den altogether, waiting outside until Sequin is done with her outburst. She is a sweet character, caring and loving all in the same, but she had a darker side to her that remembers the horror she was exposed to as a pup.
MOTHER. Mother – Nafligar – Deceased
FATHER. Father – Bolli – unknown/most likely deceased
SIBLINGS. Brother – Daquin - alive and well Brother- Loquin – alive and well
HISTORY.
“I will get you.” That voice and the words it spat forth would be in her memory for the rest of her life.
“Your father picked the wrong day to cross into my territory.” She could not see anything, thanks to the poof of her tail covering her eyes and she shivered in terror. Daquin was over her, Loquin beside her and they all shivered in unison with one another. Her feeling of fear was only intensified by her siblings feeling of it too, and she knew that this may be the last moment she is alive. Sequin whimpered inside the fluff of her tail, listening but attempting to be unaware, ignorant, blissful in a situation that required none of those things.
In the covering dark of the evening, Sequin could only hear what was going on around her, and it sounded like a barrage of growls, one familiar, one not. The familiar growl gave her enough courage to raise her head and see what exactly was going on in front of them.
There were flashes, sudden and quick of Bolli’s deep gray fur twinkling in the light of the rising moon. Sequin’s eyes widened, her mind attempting to capture the events unfolding before her. It was but a seconds time before Daquin called out to her, his voice loud enough to rise her instantly from her feet.
“Hurry! We have to get somewhere safe!” Daquin cried, and Sequin and Loquin obeyed, trotting in the wake of their sibling’s footsteps as Bolli was smashed into the water. The sound of insipid splashing all around them was the last thing she heard before they began to run as fast as their legs would take them. Sequin didn’t look back after that, she refused too.
They ran until their lungs hurt, and their paws ached. Loquin’s stomach rumbled and Sequin’s eyes were filling with tears. They couldn’t go back to the den, their scent would be all over the place, instead they galloped across the fields as fast as their little legs would take them, hiding in the shadows when threat was near, and taking to the forests to avoid detection. It would be an entire day before they stopped running, and found a hallowed out hole in which to rest. There Loquin and Sequin cried together, while Daquin comforted them from the entrance of the den.
“It’s okay.” He would say, in the gentlest tone he could manage.
“It will all be okay. Father will come and get us, and we will all be okay.” He repeated this again and again, it was hard to tell but at some point the chant became less directed his siblings and more to him. It would be another day before all their stomach growled to the point where it couldn’t be ignored, and they had to leave the safety of the den. Their hunting skills had been put to the test in the pack before, but they had never caught anything on their own. It worried Sequin. What if they couldn’t find anything to hunt? Would they starve? Was Bolli ever coming back?
It turned out Bolli would not be coming back. It also turned out that the grayish black beast was telling true when he said he wouldn’t stop hunting them. It was only a few days later that he returned, skulking in the shadows and stalking them as they desperately waited to their father, Bolli, to return. He never got close enough for them to hear him, but they saw him, his deep brown eyes shimmering with malice. If Sequin had to guess he was an Alpha, with a serious territorial issue. The pups were as good as dead when the black one decided to strike, and there was no one to protect them now.
It was later in the evening that the Alpha male picked up the scent of others and left, realizing he was crossing on another territory that was not his. When Sequin realized this he had a bloody epiphany in which they all passed on with their mother and father, but the heads that peeked in soon after the scent had enveloped them was soft and kind, and smelling of sweet, sweet relief. Her name was Katcha, and she was the kind of playful femme that always wanted but never had puppies of her own. It turned out she was part of a pack as well, and the seemingly abandoned hallowed hole they had taken refuge in were the dens of the travelling pack of wolves. Sequin would come to known them as Wanderlust, and they travelled from different dens at different intervals of the year. Sequin, Daquin and Loquin began the adopted pups of Katcha, and it wasn’t too long before the siblings had reached two years of age. The siblings have stayed with each other the entire time, Daquin labeling himself as the protector of his brother and sister. As of recent Sequin and her siblings have left Wanderlust in search of another pack to join, weather they stick together or not is unknown, but Daquin feels a certain need to be with his siblings, and protect them. It’s just a question of who will follow who.
NAME. Rythwyver, or Ryth
AGE. 22
EXPERIENCE. Ten + Years
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