Post by Sable on Jul 24, 2007 11:08:02 GMT -5
Name: Sable
Nickname: It's up to you.
Age: 3 winters
Gender: Female
Pack: RacingRiver
Rank: -----
Mate: -----
Trusted one(s)/Friend(s): Sage (meaning "wise one"), Silver, Shadow, Ios
Enemy(s): -----
Father: Marrok (name from Arthurian legend) -- deceased --
Mother: Accalia (meaning "she-wolf" in Latin) -- deceased --
Sibling(s): 5 siblings (names unknown) -- deceased --
Appearance: Sable is a timber wolf. Her pelt is predominantly black with trails of sable running alongside her underbelly, flanks, and on up to her shoulders. She has a patch of sable colored fur on her chest that is in an imperfect shape of a heart. Her eyes are tinted yellow-ish gold but sometimes they are orange-ish gold; depending on the season.
Personality: Sable is fun to be around and very playful for her age. She tries to be optimistic and outgoing when she is among the trusted (friends). She is not one to get involved with battle, but will go against her own rules in order to save a trusted one in danger.
History: Sable was born on the vast grassy plains that was once surrounded by a forest. Within that forest, there was a river that ran from one side of it to the other. At the time, she was part of a normal sized pack that roamed an immense amount of territory among those plains.
Until one day her pack's territory suffered an agonizing fall to one of nature's common sphere of activity; fire.
The fire consumed most of the plains and started to spread into the forest. Meanwhile, Sable was minding her own business hunting in the woods when an unfamiliar scent came to the young drappa. It was a strange scent, one her nose had not yet perceived. She quickly glanced behind her in the direction of her pack and there it was.
Their cries for help had been muffled by the smoke. Turning slightly she ran forgetting all about the hunt, her only focus was to save her pack (well who she could). She ran until there was no more room left to run.
The fire was spreading fast in front of her. In fear, she stood there unable to move as it's fiery fists engulfed her within it's grasp.
Suddenly a howl echoed from behind, it was her loyal friend, Sage. He was her best friend growing up. Her gaze swiftly fell upon the dragga. Her eyes widened for she had just realized the reality she was in and was petrified no more!
"Sage!" She finally howled as she rallied up all the strength she had left in her to run to him and break away from the roaring flames.
"Are you alright?!" She yelled to him.
He nodded and said, "Follow me, quickly now!"
He had led her over the river (now they were safe) and directly to the others that had survived. There were only a few. She studied their faces one by one anxiously trying to find her family. Her heart dropped as she immediately realized that they were not there.
Looking back in the direction of the inferno that took away everything she once had, she felt a burgeoning rage inside of her.
Two weeks following that wretched day, Sage and the others were determined to find a pack of their own. They were either going to start a pack or find one. Sable knew it in her heart that it was only right to go their separate ways.
Finally, he left after a long goodbye, but she couldn't help but feel like someday they would meet again. After all, she still owed him in return for her life.
-- I like muffins, but I think lasagna is best. --
Nickname: It's up to you.
Age: 3 winters
Gender: Female
Pack: RacingRiver
Rank: -----
Mate: -----
Trusted one(s)/Friend(s): Sage (meaning "wise one"), Silver, Shadow, Ios
Enemy(s): -----
Father: Marrok (name from Arthurian legend) -- deceased --
Mother: Accalia (meaning "she-wolf" in Latin) -- deceased --
Sibling(s): 5 siblings (names unknown) -- deceased --
Appearance: Sable is a timber wolf. Her pelt is predominantly black with trails of sable running alongside her underbelly, flanks, and on up to her shoulders. She has a patch of sable colored fur on her chest that is in an imperfect shape of a heart. Her eyes are tinted yellow-ish gold but sometimes they are orange-ish gold; depending on the season.
Personality: Sable is fun to be around and very playful for her age. She tries to be optimistic and outgoing when she is among the trusted (friends). She is not one to get involved with battle, but will go against her own rules in order to save a trusted one in danger.
History: Sable was born on the vast grassy plains that was once surrounded by a forest. Within that forest, there was a river that ran from one side of it to the other. At the time, she was part of a normal sized pack that roamed an immense amount of territory among those plains.
Until one day her pack's territory suffered an agonizing fall to one of nature's common sphere of activity; fire.
The fire consumed most of the plains and started to spread into the forest. Meanwhile, Sable was minding her own business hunting in the woods when an unfamiliar scent came to the young drappa. It was a strange scent, one her nose had not yet perceived. She quickly glanced behind her in the direction of her pack and there it was.
Their cries for help had been muffled by the smoke. Turning slightly she ran forgetting all about the hunt, her only focus was to save her pack (well who she could). She ran until there was no more room left to run.
The fire was spreading fast in front of her. In fear, she stood there unable to move as it's fiery fists engulfed her within it's grasp.
Suddenly a howl echoed from behind, it was her loyal friend, Sage. He was her best friend growing up. Her gaze swiftly fell upon the dragga. Her eyes widened for she had just realized the reality she was in and was petrified no more!
"Sage!" She finally howled as she rallied up all the strength she had left in her to run to him and break away from the roaring flames.
"Are you alright?!" She yelled to him.
He nodded and said, "Follow me, quickly now!"
He had led her over the river (now they were safe) and directly to the others that had survived. There were only a few. She studied their faces one by one anxiously trying to find her family. Her heart dropped as she immediately realized that they were not there.
Looking back in the direction of the inferno that took away everything she once had, she felt a burgeoning rage inside of her.
Two weeks following that wretched day, Sage and the others were determined to find a pack of their own. They were either going to start a pack or find one. Sable knew it in her heart that it was only right to go their separate ways.
Finally, he left after a long goodbye, but she couldn't help but feel like someday they would meet again. After all, she still owed him in return for her life.
-- I like muffins, but I think lasagna is best. --