Post by aimee on Dec 17, 2008 9:01:22 GMT -5
Name: Sable A'rok Lamarr
Gender: Female
Age: 5 years old (mature)
Alliance: Rogue
Breed: Wolf
Location:
Appearance: Sable has the fur of a dog, "Blue merle". She is lithe, radiant and dainty, with sparkling eyes, one brown and one icy blue. Her underside and chest are white, along with her muzzle. The white of her muzzle continues up between her eyes in a tapering stripe until it reaches her forehead. Her back is pale merle, and her legs are also merle. Her shoulders and hips are painted with a red colour, as are her ears and the underside of her muzzle.
Personality: Sable longs for the humans, despite her in-bred hate for them. She loathes man, but yearns for him to adopt her into his company. It could be said she is contrary, but she simply hates what he does and how he thinks. She is something of a mystery, as odd as she is wise. She is witty and quick thinking, but rather than telling someone something straight she will provide tham with a most difficult riddle. She will sometimes lope through a field of rainbow flowers, and sometimes wallow in her solitude in a dark cave. She is unpredictable, but somehow, strangely likeable.
History: Sable has no father. She never knew him and her mother never spoke of him. So she grew with her mother and her seven siblings. But a disease swept over their once beautiful land, and out of eight pups, three survived. They were hit hard. Sable, Tomr'is and Sphea were strong and playful, but after the virus Sable and Sphea - the two females - seemed affected in different ways. Sable became solitary and heard whisperings, the voices, and Sphea became quiet and desolate towards their mother. Tomr'is became scared and worried because of this, and their mother could not cope with three unstable teenage pups. Tomr'is became trapped in the ice one day, and although she tried to get him out, the mother watched in horror as he sunk under, already dead from cold. Diving in after him, she too was swept away. So there was Sable and Sphea. Sphea did most of the hunting, but would not eat. Sable became starved because she would not eat her sister's kills. Sphea overworked herself for no reward. The two of them became malnourished and amaciated, and so they wandered in seperate directions hoping for food. Sable knew not of her sister's fate, but kept going in a straight line, scavenging and becoming stronger. She soon found herself talking with ravens and the voices of her six dead siblings haunted her and told her of future madness and how to survive. The female became an adult very quickly, and her madness overtook her. She came across a stream one day, and, following it, saw it turned into a river. She still follows the river, follow the river...
Auditioning Post: "Mother!" Sphea's cry was audiable throughout the entire forest. Their mother had long been dead, but it seemed her soul would not leave Sphea alone. Sable opened one, blue eye ans lifted one corner of her mouth in annoyance. Giggling softly she put a paw on her sleeping sister's head and sighed, her malicious grin more than slightly frightening. "Sphea, my sister, sleep soundly, for mother will speak with me tomorrow." She cooed, and Sphea went still. Studying her sister's calm, grey face she giggled harder, until she was rolling around in her madness. "They speak with me they live again they speak and they are heard oh bretherin stay with me," She breathed the words without pause and flicked her tail around, swinging her body left and rolling onto her paws. Staring at nothing she kept talking to herself and giggling.
Her sister's paw broke her out of her trance.
"Sable," She whispered, concern plastered onto her face.
Sable threw her head back and laughed, her fur rippling. Sphea's face dropped and her eyes clouded. She hung her tail and walked away.
"Happy travelling, Sphea!" Shouted Sable, bubbling over with unexpected calm. The way she stared was too much, and Sphea had gone. Sable turned and began trotting towards the sound of a raven, and found a half rotten kill laying there, it's eye sockets empty. She laughed quietly before walking over to the carcass, deadly serious.
/We know you, Sable. Eat it Sable. Sable, Sable, Sable.../
The voices in her head began shreiking and Sable snarled, before plunging her maw into the stomach of the elk. Looking gratefully into the eyes of the raven, she made a vow to herself...
Gender: Female
Age: 5 years old (mature)
Alliance: Rogue
Breed: Wolf
Location:
Appearance: Sable has the fur of a dog, "Blue merle". She is lithe, radiant and dainty, with sparkling eyes, one brown and one icy blue. Her underside and chest are white, along with her muzzle. The white of her muzzle continues up between her eyes in a tapering stripe until it reaches her forehead. Her back is pale merle, and her legs are also merle. Her shoulders and hips are painted with a red colour, as are her ears and the underside of her muzzle.
Personality: Sable longs for the humans, despite her in-bred hate for them. She loathes man, but yearns for him to adopt her into his company. It could be said she is contrary, but she simply hates what he does and how he thinks. She is something of a mystery, as odd as she is wise. She is witty and quick thinking, but rather than telling someone something straight she will provide tham with a most difficult riddle. She will sometimes lope through a field of rainbow flowers, and sometimes wallow in her solitude in a dark cave. She is unpredictable, but somehow, strangely likeable.
History: Sable has no father. She never knew him and her mother never spoke of him. So she grew with her mother and her seven siblings. But a disease swept over their once beautiful land, and out of eight pups, three survived. They were hit hard. Sable, Tomr'is and Sphea were strong and playful, but after the virus Sable and Sphea - the two females - seemed affected in different ways. Sable became solitary and heard whisperings, the voices, and Sphea became quiet and desolate towards their mother. Tomr'is became scared and worried because of this, and their mother could not cope with three unstable teenage pups. Tomr'is became trapped in the ice one day, and although she tried to get him out, the mother watched in horror as he sunk under, already dead from cold. Diving in after him, she too was swept away. So there was Sable and Sphea. Sphea did most of the hunting, but would not eat. Sable became starved because she would not eat her sister's kills. Sphea overworked herself for no reward. The two of them became malnourished and amaciated, and so they wandered in seperate directions hoping for food. Sable knew not of her sister's fate, but kept going in a straight line, scavenging and becoming stronger. She soon found herself talking with ravens and the voices of her six dead siblings haunted her and told her of future madness and how to survive. The female became an adult very quickly, and her madness overtook her. She came across a stream one day, and, following it, saw it turned into a river. She still follows the river, follow the river...
Auditioning Post: "Mother!" Sphea's cry was audiable throughout the entire forest. Their mother had long been dead, but it seemed her soul would not leave Sphea alone. Sable opened one, blue eye ans lifted one corner of her mouth in annoyance. Giggling softly she put a paw on her sleeping sister's head and sighed, her malicious grin more than slightly frightening. "Sphea, my sister, sleep soundly, for mother will speak with me tomorrow." She cooed, and Sphea went still. Studying her sister's calm, grey face she giggled harder, until she was rolling around in her madness. "They speak with me they live again they speak and they are heard oh bretherin stay with me," She breathed the words without pause and flicked her tail around, swinging her body left and rolling onto her paws. Staring at nothing she kept talking to herself and giggling.
Her sister's paw broke her out of her trance.
"Sable," She whispered, concern plastered onto her face.
Sable threw her head back and laughed, her fur rippling. Sphea's face dropped and her eyes clouded. She hung her tail and walked away.
"Happy travelling, Sphea!" Shouted Sable, bubbling over with unexpected calm. The way she stared was too much, and Sphea had gone. Sable turned and began trotting towards the sound of a raven, and found a half rotten kill laying there, it's eye sockets empty. She laughed quietly before walking over to the carcass, deadly serious.
/We know you, Sable. Eat it Sable. Sable, Sable, Sable.../
The voices in her head began shreiking and Sable snarled, before plunging her maw into the stomach of the elk. Looking gratefully into the eyes of the raven, she made a vow to herself...
