Post by Vita on Aug 10, 2007 12:51:42 GMT -5
Name: Vita
Nickname: Doesn’t really have one.
Meaning: The name really doesn’t have a specific meaning, but the name is passed down from Grandmother to Granddaughter, skipping the generation in between.
Age: One and a half
Pack: --
Rank: --
Mate: --
Appearance:
Canis Lupus Lycaon, the scientific term for Vita’s species, the name means Eastern Timber Wolf. Vita resides where most of her species does, the Boundary Waters between United States and the Canadian Providences. The she-wolf is a perfect subject for photography, being neither too dark nor too light. Her pelt is adorned with a mixture of cadet blue and foggy gray that originates around the top half of her features and then recedes along the whole of her scalp and becomes a single stroke all down her spinal cord. The odd coloration fans out to coat both her shoulder blades, and then regains its composure to her hipbones. There it ends completely. Strawberry colored fur streams down her snout in a wide line and coats the backs of each ear. A chalky white completely fills the remnants of her maw and throat. There are multiple splotches of the strawberry coloration throughout the she-wolf’s pelt and the greater part of her tail is coated in this hue of red. All of her legs are the same ivory color of her throat and muzzle and her wide eyes are the shade of murky chocolate.
((It’s hard to understand cadet blue unless you have one of those nifty Crayola Cadet Blues and use it. My mind crapped out on good color words and I went through my baby cousin’s crayons looking for one that fit the picture. ))
Personality:
A young and lonely she-wolf, desperate for care and affection she has been shown her whole life. She’s actually very selfish and puts her own well being before all others. She respects naught but her own image. When others are in need Vita will only be supportive if it will somehow benefit her in return. She is a lusting creature and with that need for affection comes the demand for creativity and intelligence. She doesn’t learn from her past mistakes and regrets little of the wrong she does. Most become infuriated by her pig headedness and that is what, in return, causes her to loathe the one who has become aggravated. Although the young fae is unable to provide for herself she is quite sly. Vita’s attitude towards one in need is much like that of a young human child crushing an ant, the pain and anguish of another is no concern to Vita if it isn’t affecting her in return. She’s virtually impossible to please and is quite the idler.
History:
All throughout Vita’s youth she was pampered to no extent. She never had to care for another, and was fed each meal with love and compassion. Normally a mother shows great amounts of compassion towards a pup, but just as a mother wolf will wean her pups off of her sweet milk, she will wean a pup of her sweet love as well.
But when Vita proved unable to survive under such harsh conditions her mother made the life altering decision: two more weeks wouldn’t change her young daughter that much. But she was mistaken. When the end of the two weeks came into view Vita could sense her mother readying for another go at pushing her out of the den and into the regular community.
Vita refused. She whined, she feigned sickness, just for her mother’s favor and affection. And finally, after a year of her mother’s sweetest treatments, Vita decided she had been victorious in the battle against mothering instincts. But she had not triumphed as she had thought. Her mother became infuriate, as so many would in the future, with her daughter. She snapped one afternoon, sending her daughter away. Telling her young pup that she was weak, she would prove useless in a pack. And Vita, none too pleasantly, left.
Once she was out and about, she understood that her mother had stated simple truth. She didn’t have the faintest clue as to how to survive without the assistance of others. Vita has been an outcast for more than two months and all her patience is exhausted. She is ready to be taken in again, ready to be pampered.
Nickname: Doesn’t really have one.
Meaning: The name really doesn’t have a specific meaning, but the name is passed down from Grandmother to Granddaughter, skipping the generation in between.
Age: One and a half
Pack: --
Rank: --
Mate: --
Appearance:
Canis Lupus Lycaon, the scientific term for Vita’s species, the name means Eastern Timber Wolf. Vita resides where most of her species does, the Boundary Waters between United States and the Canadian Providences. The she-wolf is a perfect subject for photography, being neither too dark nor too light. Her pelt is adorned with a mixture of cadet blue and foggy gray that originates around the top half of her features and then recedes along the whole of her scalp and becomes a single stroke all down her spinal cord. The odd coloration fans out to coat both her shoulder blades, and then regains its composure to her hipbones. There it ends completely. Strawberry colored fur streams down her snout in a wide line and coats the backs of each ear. A chalky white completely fills the remnants of her maw and throat. There are multiple splotches of the strawberry coloration throughout the she-wolf’s pelt and the greater part of her tail is coated in this hue of red. All of her legs are the same ivory color of her throat and muzzle and her wide eyes are the shade of murky chocolate.
((It’s hard to understand cadet blue unless you have one of those nifty Crayola Cadet Blues and use it. My mind crapped out on good color words and I went through my baby cousin’s crayons looking for one that fit the picture. ))
Personality:
A young and lonely she-wolf, desperate for care and affection she has been shown her whole life. She’s actually very selfish and puts her own well being before all others. She respects naught but her own image. When others are in need Vita will only be supportive if it will somehow benefit her in return. She is a lusting creature and with that need for affection comes the demand for creativity and intelligence. She doesn’t learn from her past mistakes and regrets little of the wrong she does. Most become infuriated by her pig headedness and that is what, in return, causes her to loathe the one who has become aggravated. Although the young fae is unable to provide for herself she is quite sly. Vita’s attitude towards one in need is much like that of a young human child crushing an ant, the pain and anguish of another is no concern to Vita if it isn’t affecting her in return. She’s virtually impossible to please and is quite the idler.
History:
All throughout Vita’s youth she was pampered to no extent. She never had to care for another, and was fed each meal with love and compassion. Normally a mother shows great amounts of compassion towards a pup, but just as a mother wolf will wean her pups off of her sweet milk, she will wean a pup of her sweet love as well.
But when Vita proved unable to survive under such harsh conditions her mother made the life altering decision: two more weeks wouldn’t change her young daughter that much. But she was mistaken. When the end of the two weeks came into view Vita could sense her mother readying for another go at pushing her out of the den and into the regular community.
Vita refused. She whined, she feigned sickness, just for her mother’s favor and affection. And finally, after a year of her mother’s sweetest treatments, Vita decided she had been victorious in the battle against mothering instincts. But she had not triumphed as she had thought. Her mother became infuriate, as so many would in the future, with her daughter. She snapped one afternoon, sending her daughter away. Telling her young pup that she was weak, she would prove useless in a pack. And Vita, none too pleasantly, left.
Once she was out and about, she understood that her mother had stated simple truth. She didn’t have the faintest clue as to how to survive without the assistance of others. Vita has been an outcast for more than two months and all her patience is exhausted. She is ready to be taken in again, ready to be pampered.