Post by Deleted on May 30, 2012 16:25:25 GMT -5
PANDORA
NAME. Pandora
NICKNAME(S). Pan, Pannie, Dor
AGE. One
SPECIES. Wolf
BREED. Timber Wolf
GENDER. Female
HEIGHT. 30 inches
WEIGHT. 68 lbs.
COAT. Black
EYE COLOUR. Bright Emerald Green
NOTABLE MARKINGS. White Divus marking on her right ear
PHYSICAL.
Born into a family of oversized Timber Wolves, Pandora was always called the runt, the weakling. She stood at a mere 30 inches while all her siblings were at least 36 inches tall. Being born with the Death Disease hadn’t helped her development at all. Barely able to consume her mother’s milk or the fresh meat of a kill, the little pup didn’t get the nutrients she deserved. As a result, Pandora grew to be a very frail and slim wolf. Her body weight weighed at only 68 pounds, severely underweight for the average Gray Wolf.
Everything about the tiny she-wolf says delicate and very youthful. Her small muzzle rounds off in an elegant curve, her rounded ears that are always perked and on high-alert, the gentle slope of her back, her fragile-looking but actually very strong legs and small paws, and her long sweeping furry tail that always seems to be wagging-- a trait she picked up by her father. Her coat is a deep ebony black and is normally very well kept and very sleek. Though her pelt is very beautiful, her eyes are most memorable. They are a deep shade of forest green that lightens to a bright emerald green towards the pupil. Even if her face is masked, her eyes are always full of emotion. And secrets.
FEARS.
- Holes -- they remind her of her abandonment
- Poniros -- an evil spirit
- Bleeding -- it reminds her of the disease that almost killed her
VICES.
- Guilt -- she thinks it was her fault that Frater died
- Mischievous -- she loves getting into things
- Skeptical -- she doesn't trust animals very much
STRENGTHS.
- Seemingly Fearless -- She hides her fears quite well, not letting them overwhelm her
- Street-smart -- she's quick thinking and can fight quite well despite for her small size and young age
- Intuitive -- she has great instincts and reflexes
PET PEEVES.
- The taste of Carnicula plants -- it tastes worse than it smells
- Too much noise in her head -- the dead can't seem to shut up
- Pestering wolves -- they can just leave her alone
- Annoying or Evil Spirits -- they are either scary or irritating
- When animals call her crazy for talking to invisible creatures
LIKES.
- Owls -- they are her saviors
- The night -- she becomes almost invisible
- Silence -- it is a rare and amazing
- Adventures -- she lovers to explore things
- Winter -- It reminds her of home, yet more lively
PERSONALITY.
Being only a year of age, Pandora is still growing out of her pup years. Looking at her, you would never have guessed her history was full of pain, blood, and terror. Her young, innocent nature hides her true past – and her true self, the one that is a mediator to the spirit world.
The apparitions were with her ever since the little Timber Wolf could remember, and because of this, she has picked up a lot of her traits from them. She gets her mischievousness from them. She loves getting into things that might get her in trouble, and she loves the thrill of getting out of her messes. Adventure is always a thing that appealed to Pandora. She’s curious, a quick learner, creative, and very brave. On top of that, she is daring, stubborn, and headstrong. If someone says something is impossible, Pandora would be the first to try it.
When she isn’t acting like a normal pup, she is very serious. Though she almost always has a smirk on her face, her mind calculates and accesses each situation she gets herself into. Very skeptical, the wolf doesn’t trust smiling faces and crocodile tears. It would have to take a Emmy-winning actor to fool the bitch because she isn’t fooled easily at all, and with the dead on her side, it doesn’t take long for her to figure out if it was all a hoax.
Pessimistic is another on of Pandora’s traits. The yearling can sometimes realize the world from an evil spirit’s point of view and it immediately shows. The she-wolf can be pretty blunt and cruel at times when she is in one of her "moods". Then, even the slightest irritation can blow her over the edge, becoming an aggressive, violent wolf. But she always snaps back, it just takes a while for her flame to cool down before she turns to her normal self.
Coming from terrible past experiences, she hates all attention on her. When she was younger, they thought she was special but then fear got the better of them and she was abandoned. Because of this, she hides her secret of seeing the dead. She would rather appear to the others as a delusional freak than as an actual freak of nature.
MOTHER. Thilika, living
FATHER. Arsen, living
SIBLINGS. Krasco, living; Atela, living; Frater, deceased
HISTORY.
It was mid-spring when the Alpha Female of the pack went into birthing. The air was cold in the forest, the wind biting into the she-wolf’s slate grey coat. Very odd for the height of spring. The Alpha Male sat beside his mate, nervously twitching and swishing his tail in a dog-like fashion, and wearing a fool’s smile on his face. It was their first litter. Though both parents-to-be were very nervous and scared, their curiosity and happiness had won out. The other wolves in the pack had filled the Alphas minds with their own experiences of parenting. With each story, the wolves’ excitement grew.
Blood. A lot more than what was normal. It frightened the parents’, but they were reassured when the first in their litter came into the world perfectly normal. His name was Krasco. He was by far the strongest out of all the litter. Built to be an Alpha, his father said. The second was Atela, beautiful white fur marked this pup as an angel. The smartest and most innocent-looking, the she-puppy could weasel herself out of any situation. The third of the pack was Frater. His fur was the same dark gray of his mother, but he had the funny optimistic attitude of his father. When the last one came, the runt, their assuredness faltered and diminished. The file red liquid was coming from the creature, pouring out of her mouth, nose, and ears; staining her black pelt. The new parents were terrified. They feared for their last pup’s life. The Alpha male quickly rushed the bleeding newborn to the nearest Healer.
She was diagnosed with the Death Disease, as her pack’s Healer’s had called it. The Elder’s called it by the Nosoi Disease. A miracle, they called her. Throughout the lands not one animal had been born with the disease already in them. She was one of a kind, special. But little Pandora didn’t feel special at all, she felt sick. Deathly sick. It was all she knew as a pup. She lived with it twenty-four-seven. The disease was slowly eating the small pup away.
The Alphas were devastated. They couldn’t bear seeing their beautiful daughter waste away. They searched for a cure, asked every Healer they came across. Finally, after crossing paths with another pack, they heard rumors of the Carnicula Plant. Willing to try anything, they sought out the blackened root. When they finally found one amongst some other vegetation, the parents quickly fed it to the dying pup. In mere days, Pandora was healed of her sickness and could play around with the other pups.
Their happiness didn’t last long, however. The healed animal started to talk to herself and claim that there were invisible wolves speaking to her. The Alphas were mortified. They asked the Healers to do something about her condition, but they had no answers for the parents. Pandora continued to see the beings and spoke about them more often. She told her parents how scary the apparitions were, especially one named Poniros. But it wasn’t until they found their third youngest, Frater, dead in their den with no evidence of a kill that the horrified Alphas took action.
Not knowing what else to do, they abandoned the little pup in a large hole while she was sleeping and left with their pack to find new territory. She was down in the deep hole for three days alone and with nothing to eat. The lack of Carnicula poison began to take a toll on her and she started bleeding again. On the fourth day, the starved and bloody Pandora saw two bright lights at the top of her dark pit, clearly distinguished from the shadowy night. The creatures took the form of lucid white owls with golden eyes. They swooped down into the pup’s grave and carried her to safety.
After a quick dose of Carnicula plant, the lost and abandoned yearling traveled across the dangerous ocean to the new land of Toren, searching for a place willing to accept a creature like her.
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