Post by Pyro on Sept 21, 2010 21:51:51 GMT -5
Pyromors
Name: Pyromors
Nickname(s):Pyro, Ice
Gender: Female
Age:Three and a half
Species: Aaldo
Eye Color: Her eyes are blue with three orange flecks around the pupil, and the outside is liquid silver. The whole eye organ is outlined in black fur.
Pelt Color: Her short coat is two shades of brown. Her legs are light brown while her upper body is a deep dark brown. She also has gray and purple wings jutting from her back.
Physical Description: She has a size of a brute, but the grace and agility of a female. She runs on long muscular legs that can carry her for great distances. Her thick, short coat keeps her at just the right temperature all year long. Her large, deep chest gives her the lung capacity to either be a sprier or long distance. Her tail is a think banner that she holds high up on her back, alphas normally don’t enjoy the way she carries her body. Her large structure would make you think that she can’t move quickly, but she can. She stretches her body out twice a day to work on staying limber, and agile. Her paws are large and spread apart to show thick webbing better her toes. This helps with swimming and walking quietly on snow
The upper half of her body is a deep dark brown while her legs and the tips of her outer coat are a softer hue of brown. The light colored fur is softer, and warmer to keep her paws and legs warmer, while she tromps through snow, or water. Her muzzle and the rims of her ears are the same color as her legs. Her belly is also a light brown to keep her belly and core warm when she lies down, or cool when she lays in the shade of a tree. Her tail is long a full, which is held high and curved slightly.
Behind her shoulder blades are two large leathery and oddly shaped wings. The base color is a deep gray. If you look deep in the shadowy depths of her wings you will see purple smeared and swirled in with the gray. When the lights hits them just right all you see is purple. The edges of her wings look sharp and jagged, but the texture of her wings makes them soft.
Pyro’s most mystical part of her body is her large intense eyes. The fur around her eyes are outlined in black, much like eyeliner. They actual skin around her eyes are an intense silver. Now for her actual eye sky-blue is the only way to describe her eyes. Flecks of orange the color of fire are sprinkled in three different places around the pupil. Coming off of the top of her eye, connected to the silver fur, are flames. Ranging from yellow, to orange, and finally to red. Coming off of the bottom part of her, connected to the silver, is what looks like a ball of ice. This oddly shaped blue, silver, and white marking makes it look like she cried ice that dried in the shape of an ice crystal.
Personality: Mostly sweet and even tempered she does have a darker side to her. Her past has taken its toll on her mental state. She has trouble trusting others, loving others, and taking orders from others. She will have trouble fitting into a pack, unless she is a higher rank. She has issues with her anger, and with being wolves that think they can beat heart everything. She likes to fight, and she loves to play fight.
History: Pyro’s parents ruled a large pack, until that horrible day. Her mother was out hunting, and Pyro and her brother, Starkill, were with they’re father. Suddenly two other pack members ran into the clearing and took their father with him. She and her brother had no idea what was wrong; the wolf that stayed with them wouldn’t play when Starkill asked him too. Pyro knew something was wrong as soon as she caught the scent on the wolf sitting with them. Suddenly a cry of mental pain ripped the air in two, which was followed by the sound of a dying wolf. The wolf that was watching them told them to run and hide. Pyro and Starkill which were almost a year at the time refused to go. Starkill stood next to Pyro. After about thirty minutes their father slipped out into the clearing, covered in blood. Pyro stood still her hackles rising high on her back. The wolf that had staid to watch them, Wing, growled and crouched to attack, but their father was faster. Starkill leapt at their father as he shook the life from Wing’s body. Starkill ripped at their father’s ear shredding it. He wasn’t fast enough to avoid his father’s sharp teeth. Pyro who had stood studded as her friend was killed and her brother wounded lunged blind with anger at her father. Next thing she could remember was her father running off into the woods. She turned to her brother and licked his wound clean. Starkill staid just long enough the wound on his leg to heal then left in search of their father. They both knew that their mother had died somehow. They weren’t sure how they were aware of this, but they knew in their hearts. Starkill left vowing to find her after he killed their father. She wondered for two years until she found this place, and decided to stay, and wait for her brother to find her, and then they would figure out what to do. On the long road here, many horrible things happened to her, but those will only be reviled in time.
Mother:Moonhunter
Father: Reaper
Brother(s): Her brother is Starkill {might appear later on}
Sister(s): She doesn’t have any sisters.
Past/Current Mate(s): She has never had a mate.
Offspring: None
RP Example:
As the howl broke through the air like a bull whip lashes the skin, silver ears pricked high to catch every note. The ears where attached to a might silvery head which was set proudly on the body of a fighter. The chest wasn’t as large as most of her gender, but still large enough to house the powerful lunges to hunt down the strongest of elk. The legs of this might beast may not be as long and slender as the large wolves around her, but they were twice as compact and durable. Her muzzle was slender and aerodynamic like that of the cone on a fighter jet.
This was the body of an alpha, someone whom could be trusted with the lives of others. This was a wolf that could rule on her own, and could hold her own in a fight. This proud canine had been born a burden, the runt, useless. Now she was a mighty leader, one that could protect and fight to live. She was a fighter, a killer, and a survivor.
Your first glance at the female standing, you would only see a stunning silver pelt. The silver locks where of a medium length, one that would keep her warm, and cool when the time called for each. IF you glanced at her in movement you would see the rippling muscles under the pelt. A shiver would most likely run down your spine, and then a thought might strike your mind like a hammer assaulting a nail. How is something so small so powerful?
Once you get past the power of this female wolf, you would see the stunning things that reside on her body. If you were muzzle to muzzle you would notice her stunning blue eyes. Her eyes could turn to almost the same shade of silver as her fur if you caught them just right in the sun or moonlight. The next odd thing you would see about her is the striking neon orange patch in her chest.
Now that you’ve spotted this astonishing beautiful creature it’s time to learn her mission. Ah yes, the howl, some poor lost soul looking for a family. A smirk brushed her lips as she thought of look at the poor soul that would be waiting for her or answer her pleading howl. She would of course answer that call in good time.
She wanted to get closer to the other wolf, before she answered. Incase this loner decided that it wasn’t worth waiting for, and either ran off or made up their mind to challenge her. Suddenly she was off. Her small paws pounded the ground like thunder pounding in a scared wolf’s mind. Her muscular body was flying through the air as her legs extended and coiled under her. A sudden rush of power sent her rush like a bullet through the cool air.
As she flew through the trees dodging this way and that to avoid a collision with the trees her mind raced with what her pack was in dire need of. They needed a guard, someone that would walk the borders and mark the borders to keep out unfriendly visits as much as possible. Hunters where needed to, but with the small size of her pack it wouldn’t be hard for her to take care of that with the aid of one other hunter.
With her rapid approach she would be there soon. She dug her razor sharp claws into the ground and skidded to a stop. Her nose sniffed carefully at the air to make sure the loner was on the other side of the border still. Once she realized they were as they should be, she slide her left hind leg back throw her chest out to take a proud and powerful stature. After taking a deep breath her muzzle pointed toward the sky she let out a mighty, but beautiful song. Her heart was flowing into the song as she told the loner she was coming and would be there in two minutes. She also told of the pack, but kept major details to herself. She told of the prey that was strong and fierce and the harsh winters, and desert hot summer, but she also told of the cool waters that lasted all year long, and of the great hunting areas in her lands.
Her song ended by saying she was coming to meet them and to stay put. As her song ended she took off in a rush of wind. She was no more than a rustle of the leaves. A flash of silver in the corner of your eye, but you turn and see nothing. She was as light footed as a young rabbit his first time out of the den. She was the raging river, powerful and unstoppable.
As she neared the stranger she only picked up the speed throwing her body into the cool air. She burst into the clearing and skidded to a stop right before the loner. Her shinny blue eyes took in the wolf in front of her. The wolf was strong and proud, but doubtful. Not a good quality to have in a fighter. She just stood there tail raised, and head lowered slightly to cover her throat. She was waiting for the wolf to make the first move.
Where Did You Find Us? I found you on a site called Ashes that has recently closed down =[
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Bio Sheet Created by Rachy
