Post by rahe on Jul 15, 2012 12:13:12 GMT -5
R A H E
NAME. Rahe [raw-hee]
NICKNAME(S). None
AGE. 2
SPECIES. Wolf
BREED. Red Wolf
GENDER. Female
HEIGHT. 25 inches
WEIGHT. 45
COAT. Tan/Red/Black
EYE COLOUR. Amber
NOTABLE MARKINGS. Black tipped tail, black withers, white underside.
PHYSICAL. A thin creature, Rahe is statuesque and very well built. Her ears are a bit larger than an average wolf's, and are wide set on either side of her narrow head. Her girth boasts a broad rib-cage slipping into a thin waist line, and strong long-crouped haunches are set a hair lower then her withers. As an uphill mover, she can take high jumps and long runs in incomparable stride. Those strides are taken with legs that are quite long for her body, complimenting that her entire frame echoes something of a racing hound. Her feet are a bit larger than usual as well, and her tail a bit slimmer. She is very graceful in motion, and what she lacks in muscle and weight she makes up for in speed and agility. The most surprising attribute is her size. She is quite small, barely tipping the scales at 45lbs. Her coat is shorter than average, and only grows thick in winter. Light tan steels up her legs, covering her belly and bottom half of her face; her coat is a mixture of darker tans and reds. Black tips the end of her tail, and peppers through her withers and down her back.
FEARS.
• Large Male Wolves - Shhhhh she wont admit it.
• Thunder - Simply put, they terrify her.
• The Ocean - She will swim in water, but the power of the endless blue scares her.
VICES.
• Impatient - She gets ants in her britches.
• Impulsive - Her mind works so fast, she often acts rashly. Sometimes it's to her advantage.
• Possesive - When it's hers, it's hers. No matter the cost.
STRENGTHS.
• Wicked Quick Thinking Process - Her brain is awesome.
• Stealthy and Swift - As she is so small, being quick and quiet comes naturally.
• Silver Tongued - She is wonderful with her words.
PET PEEVES.
• Pointless Chatter - She usually avoids it.
• Over Dramatization - Uncalled for drama irks her.
• Testosterone Ridden Males - Avoids them, other then irritation they can scare her.
• Hot Days - HOT! Ew! Sleep.
• Quail - Yes, quail. She eats any she finds on sight (stupid things.)
LIKES.
• Cubs and Foals - She has a secret love of the young, and will often sneak off to play.
• Rain - The freshness it brings cannot be paralleled.
• Sleeping - Don't wake her, it's not pretty.
• The Stars - Enjoys taking a seat up the hill, and gazing.
• The Hunt - Nothing makes her happier then hunting.
PERSONALITY. Rahe is still quite young, but even so her father once told her that he was in the business of putting old heads on young shoulders, and he did. Rahe is confident, and intelligent, playful, and persistent. She very diplomatic, when anyone asked her opinion - which half the time she doesn't bother with anyway. She is a rather dominant wolf, which does not do her any favors. Since she is so little, it is difficult for her to enforce her rank and it leaves her cranky and resentful. Rahe is quite mistrusting of males in general, and harbors a grudges as closely as family secrets, it's hard for her to let them go.
In general she can be quite mistrusting of others, but once she gets to know them is fiercely loyal. She does everything she can to make her sire proud, and often talks to him in quiet moments of reflection.
Waiting is not her strong point, though with age she has gotten better. She has trouble taking orders from others and will outright defy any command she does not agree with, regardless of the punishment. In the past, she has already left two packs in such a way and many mistrust her because of it. This does not bother her, and she has moved on. She has yet to find an alpha that she will follow without question, but longs to.
An unexplainable quirk, she hates quail and will assassinate any that cross her path with gusto. She herself does not understand it, but also has not tried to.
Rahe totally melts with love for babies, of both equine and lupine variety. As she was oddly an only child and born in a strange season, she rarely played with other pups and always makes up for lost time.
Rahe is generally good natured, but she can be wiley with hidden agendas to get what she wants if she has to, although it is not her preferred method.
MOTHER. Nemora, living.
FATHER. Karu, dead.
SIBLINGS. None
HISTORY.
"He promised..." the young wolfess whispered as she watched her father disappear into the woods.
"I know, Rahe - but this time wasn't a good one. He will take you out next time. The three of us will go on a hunt, huh?" Her mother replied attempting to cheer her daughter.
Though she had tried to hide her anxiety, Nemora's tone had colored with worry. Rahe's sensitive ears picked it up instantly, and her amber eyes drifted to watch her mother as she turned to pace back into the den. Her mind lingered over how Nemora had fussed over Karu, her father, before he had left. It was unusual for her to do so, and Rahe's insatiable curiosity would not quiet.
It would be her hide if she got caught, but her sire had taken trips like this in the past and her mother had spent all day with worry. She wanted to know what he was doing. It's better to ask for forgiveness, then permission, she thought to herself. This decided her.
"I'll be down by the river," Rahe called casually. She didn't sound convincing to her own ears, but she doubted her mother would notice. It was rare for her to lie, but she couldn't let it go, and she had quietly disappeared before Nemora had a chance to reply.
Just in case, Rahe headed toward the river. There, she waded into the waters, and traveled down stream which was roughly the same way Karu had gone. Once she was sure her scent would not carry across the distance, she moved to the bank and down a deer path. She came across his scent faster than she had anticipated. Rahe trailed her father all morning, going slowly so that she would not catch up with him too quickly. Her presence was a quiet one, a silent observer in the ocean of green. When the sun had reached it's zenith, the little red wolf halted at the edge of a clearing. She might have traveled right through had she not heard voices.
"...too long. We have to show them they don't run things. Our time is now," a rough, unfamiliar voice grumbled. It was met with both agreement and argument. Rahe's attention flitted from wolf to wolf until she found her father, who she noticed as among those few who protested.
"Then we are in agreement," the speaking wolf was large and black. Fire rippled in dancing tendrils from his withers and tail. Grey had invaded the fur around his muzzle and eyes, both of which were yellow and ghosting with age. Morock; the alpha. As he was usually busy, Rahe had only met him once ... this past spring when she was admitted into the pack as a yearling.
"Unless we have a problem," Morock said in a dangerous whisper. It seemed he was looking straight at Karu. Rahe's hackles bristled, and she barely stopped a snarl from escaping her. She had never liked the alpha, and him threatening her father so openly meant something. Instantly, she suspected he had protested Morock in the past, and the alpha didn't like it. There had been more than once that Karu had come back to the den with teeth marks and singes, but he had said he was fine - and it was easily forgotten. Now, she knew the reason.
"No," was his soft reply. Karu was very wise, and when he spoke others listened - but he was not among the most powerful of wolves. Rahe had inherited his long, lithe build and both were fast, but not heavy. He had also remained uninfected and as a result, his pack standing was not high ... and sometimes he got pushed around to remind him of it. Usually by Morock. Karu's daughter was a more dominant wolf, but as she was not yet on her own, her and her mother took their rank from him.
"Good, then we leave," was all the black wolf said and a dozen or so wolves most of the back she noted, moved out.
Hours later, Rahe had been very careful to keep down wind and out of sight. It was forbidden to go on A Hunt without permission, and the punishment was harsh. The pack had stopped on the side of a mountain that overlooked the plains below. Rahe was stuck. They would have never smelled her had she followed them up the ridge, but the rock didn't hide her well and she couldn't risk discovery. Instead, she wrapped farther around the mountain and hid in the brush at the base of the mountain where she could watch them - if not hear them.
After some time, she saw horses drift out of the forest into the clearing. She was mildly alarmed at how close she was to them, and immediately moved. The horses numbered mostly in mares and foals, with a single grey stud. Her eyes snapped to Morock, who's reaction was perfectly timed. Without speaking, they moved unseen by the horses down the side of the mountain ... and attacked.
A thrill went through Rahe as she watched the wolves harry, and gang up on the white stallion. Some of the mares rallied, but they were the few who didn't worry over their foals and could do little to keep the wolves from cornering the stallion against a large boulder. The stallion was quick, and experienced - a few of the wolves had fallen or limped away. She strained to see her father but could not find him among the pack.
Morock had taken position at the top of the boulder to make the kill, but when he leaped, he faltered, landing badly on the stallion's back and his jaws missed their target. He fell beneath the stallion's hooves that were raised for their own kill. Suddenly, a red blur zipped in ... and leaped straight at the stallion's nose. It was her father! The stallion trumpeted his fury when Karu's teeth sank into his tender nose, and his head slung wildly back and forth.
Morock rolled to his feet, then limped out of the way. Karu's tactic had saved his life! That's right, Rahe said proudly. Juiced on her father's move, she couldn't help but raise from her crouch in anticipation to get a better look. The stallion screamed and reared, and it suddenly occurred to her how dangerous the move really was. He didn't weigh enough to keep the stud's head down. It might have saved the alpha, but now Karu's hold was his life. If he let go, the stallion would have him in a second.
No, Rahe's world narrowed as the stallion whirled, slamming the red wolf's body against the rock with a sickening crack. Still, Karu did not let go. Finally, the other wolves got involved, attacking in force to bring the stallion down. He did not go down easily, but eventually he did. Only then did Karu let go. Morock moved in, taking the stallion's throat for the kill. Karu began to limp away, holding up a back leg and heavily favoring his foreleg on the same side. When he reached the foot of the hill, he paused ears flickering and his warm amber gaze shifted to stare straight at her through the brush.
Rahe hadn't realized she had been whining, and instantly quieted. Karu looked back where the pack was tearing at the stallion's flesh. His nose twitched, and hers did as well. Blood. It filled the air. Blood lusted, or injured the wolves were occupied, and would not notice Karu slipping away. He looked back to his daughter, and tipped his head to the side indicating her to meet him.
She moved into the shadows, and booked it around the far end of the mountainside. Somehow he had still managed to beat her there.
"Rahe sweet one," he said fondly. She had expected him to be angry, to yell and ask why she was there - but he did not. A whine escaped her, and her ears pinned back as licked his muzzle much like she did when she was a puppy. She tasted blood, and not horse blood. He laid down with great sigh. His hind leg was twisted at a weird angle, and his breathing wasn't right, blood dripped from his nose.
Rahe took a breath to...
"Listen to me," he said gently cutting her off. "You need to leave this pack when y-you are of age. Some will protect you until then, but many including Morock, will not. You d-deserve a higher rank than you will receive in this pack because of my standing - and I don't want that for you." He wheezed and coughed. Blood splattered the ground, and her face but she did not turn away. His eyes screwed shut in pain.
"Promise me, precious one," he said quietly as his head lay on the ground. Rahe lay on the ground in front of him, a mirror of her father. Her nose touched his. "I promise," she said quietly.
"There's my smart girl. I thought that was you following us," he said proudly. "Wasn't the first death .... I ... I wanted ... you ... to ... see ...." his voice trailed into silence. His breath stopped, as did his heart and all was quiet.
The winds picked up just then, carrying the metallic smell of blood and dirt in the air. Howls arose in the distance, singing a song of a successful hunt. Her anger rose. Morock had known it was a dangerous and stupid mission. He had to have known, and he had lived. Karu had followed through with his duty, and protected his alpha. Her amber eyes drifted down to look at her father's lifeless body, and the anger drained from her, replaced by the cold grip of loss and emptiness.
Rahe's head tipped back - her own song releasing from her depths in an anguishing, mournful howl that echoing through the forest. The pack's howls paled in comparison, and her's continued long after theirs had quieted.
NAME. IronChild
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