Post by Naijinaxx on Dec 7, 2008 6:17:03 GMT -5
Name U’Kuma –Eskimo for ”Sister”
Age – 11 Months
Alliance: Philantrophy (P.C.C.A.)
Rank: N/A
Gender: Female
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Appearance: Light brown base fur, with caramel colored back pattern and tail. Has brown eyes in which she inherited from her dog (German Shepherd) mother, with amazingly white teeth. (Inherited from both, wolf and dog side of family).
Personality: Being a young adult, her curiosity has inspired new things within her. Curious about the world, and everything in it, her sense of adventure and meeting the things of nature have often caused her trouble. She can be easily described as adventurous, and alluring. She has forgotten about her parents, and sees the members of Ripper’s pack as her new family.
History: Being a puppy, and having a sense of adventure has gotten poor U’Kuma into trouble. And it is because of her sense of adventure that she is where she is today… lost.
However, she is really yet to accumulate a sense of “fear’ within her, and plays with anything she sees.
In her younger stages of life, she ventured far off the borderlands, and found herself traversing downstream a raging river, where she washed up shore along the Old Forest, where Ripper’s pack was resting for the moment. It was there that she found, and bonded with one by the name of Fly, a stray border collie, and seemed to see her as her new mother.
Unable to return to her pack lands, she accepted the dog pack as her new pack, and her new family. She bonded with the dogs there, and despite her overall indifferences, sees herself as more of a dog than a wolf, though her appearance disregards this. In fact, she’s been with the dogs so long, that her overall psyche had changed. She regards herself as one of them, no longer considering herself a wolf as she had been born, but as a dog. However, there are many who oppose, dogs and wolves alike who have heard of her disregarding herself as a whole, and feel that it is because she feels she has no pride in what she is. She’s become a target around the canine world.
Role Play Example:
Age – 11 Months
Alliance: Philantrophy (P.C.C.A.)
Rank: N/A
Gender: Female
Appearance: Light brown base fur, with caramel colored back pattern and tail. Has brown eyes in which she inherited from her dog (German Shepherd) mother, with amazingly white teeth. (Inherited from both, wolf and dog side of family).
Personality: Being a young adult, her curiosity has inspired new things within her. Curious about the world, and everything in it, her sense of adventure and meeting the things of nature have often caused her trouble. She can be easily described as adventurous, and alluring. She has forgotten about her parents, and sees the members of Ripper’s pack as her new family.
History: Being a puppy, and having a sense of adventure has gotten poor U’Kuma into trouble. And it is because of her sense of adventure that she is where she is today… lost.
However, she is really yet to accumulate a sense of “fear’ within her, and plays with anything she sees.
In her younger stages of life, she ventured far off the borderlands, and found herself traversing downstream a raging river, where she washed up shore along the Old Forest, where Ripper’s pack was resting for the moment. It was there that she found, and bonded with one by the name of Fly, a stray border collie, and seemed to see her as her new mother.
Unable to return to her pack lands, she accepted the dog pack as her new pack, and her new family. She bonded with the dogs there, and despite her overall indifferences, sees herself as more of a dog than a wolf, though her appearance disregards this. In fact, she’s been with the dogs so long, that her overall psyche had changed. She regards herself as one of them, no longer considering herself a wolf as she had been born, but as a dog. However, there are many who oppose, dogs and wolves alike who have heard of her disregarding herself as a whole, and feel that it is because she feels she has no pride in what she is. She’s become a target around the canine world.
Role Play Example:
Memories…
It was bewildering!
Young U’Kuma, inexperienced with the world, left unoccupied to amuse herself with her own bidding. A flush brown caramel pup spiraling in and out of the forest, eyes locked on the emerging blur of a grass hopper. Bewilderment was in the pup’s eyes as she rushed through the forest, leaves, bushes, thickets smacking the young pup in the face. However, none of these obstructions were strong enough to reroute her instinct of curiosity.
Eyes were bright, tongue lolling at the side of her mouth as her legs pumped up and down along the ravaged earth below, dirt flinging at her rear as she dashed after the insect fleeing insect with the desire to gnaw on it’s crunchy skeleton.
It wasn’t long until she chased it out of the tree line and into the shelving bank of the stream… frozen in fear. Fear had come to her many times before… but when she was younger, she had never encountered anything of which to be afraid. But this… this was something that was very much unknown to her. Something of which she had never seen. In the cave, she a tiny underground stream, barely the width of a bed… but this river was massive, but smooth as glass, therefore, appearing to her that the footing looked good, and that there were no inequalities of surface.
And thus, the courageous U’Kuma, believing that she was god, and could walk on water; boldly stepped onto the surface; and went down, crying with fear, into the embrace of the unknown. The cold blue of the dark surface shrouded her in an envelope of moisture that was not borne from that of the tongue of her mother, but from that of the wreaked unknown. She inhaled deeply, only making the precarious situation in which she had brought herself into, worse, not air, but water surged through her tiny nostrils, and into her lungs that had always accompanied her act of breathing. And it was then that current began to drag her forth, the suffocation she was experienced was the greatest of all pains she had ever felt in her life. To her, it signified the greater unknown of all unknowns, Death. And although she had no conscious knowledge of her own to define what death in fact –was, but like every animal in existence, she possessed the instinct to fear that essence of death. To her, it was the greatest of all pain. It was the very source of her life, to avoid it. To flee from it, to cling to the earth with any and all strength in mind; it was the sum of the terrors of the world, the one eulminating and unthinkable catastrophe that befall the weak.
Her tiny head exploded to the surface, her paw dragging along the quagmire of the river bottom, opening her eyes to reveal that she was now moving, but her body, itself, was not… that there was some strange and unknown pull on her body that had enacted on her curiosity. And she found herself no where near the cave… anywhere for that manner. New inequalities began to press against her wet toes as she stroked with her legs, following the river down, down, and further down stream without end.
It was perhaps an hour before she pulled herself out of the flowing river, and felt new surfaces against her tender paws, new smells eating away at her nostrils, and new visionaries landing against her eyes.
And that’s how it all began, how U’Kuma became lost, how fear had enveloped her mind, how she almost never came to be… perhaps, why she’s so confused.
Codeword: ”bluefire”
“long forgotten
It was bewildering!
Young U’Kuma, inexperienced with the world, left unoccupied to amuse herself with her own bidding. A flush brown caramel pup spiraling in and out of the forest, eyes locked on the emerging blur of a grass hopper. Bewilderment was in the pup’s eyes as she rushed through the forest, leaves, bushes, thickets smacking the young pup in the face. However, none of these obstructions were strong enough to reroute her instinct of curiosity.
Eyes were bright, tongue lolling at the side of her mouth as her legs pumped up and down along the ravaged earth below, dirt flinging at her rear as she dashed after the insect fleeing insect with the desire to gnaw on it’s crunchy skeleton.
It wasn’t long until she chased it out of the tree line and into the shelving bank of the stream… frozen in fear. Fear had come to her many times before… but when she was younger, she had never encountered anything of which to be afraid. But this… this was something that was very much unknown to her. Something of which she had never seen. In the cave, she a tiny underground stream, barely the width of a bed… but this river was massive, but smooth as glass, therefore, appearing to her that the footing looked good, and that there were no inequalities of surface.
And thus, the courageous U’Kuma, believing that she was god, and could walk on water; boldly stepped onto the surface; and went down, crying with fear, into the embrace of the unknown. The cold blue of the dark surface shrouded her in an envelope of moisture that was not borne from that of the tongue of her mother, but from that of the wreaked unknown. She inhaled deeply, only making the precarious situation in which she had brought herself into, worse, not air, but water surged through her tiny nostrils, and into her lungs that had always accompanied her act of breathing. And it was then that current began to drag her forth, the suffocation she was experienced was the greatest of all pains she had ever felt in her life. To her, it signified the greater unknown of all unknowns, Death. And although she had no conscious knowledge of her own to define what death in fact –was, but like every animal in existence, she possessed the instinct to fear that essence of death. To her, it was the greatest of all pain. It was the very source of her life, to avoid it. To flee from it, to cling to the earth with any and all strength in mind; it was the sum of the terrors of the world, the one eulminating and unthinkable catastrophe that befall the weak.
Her tiny head exploded to the surface, her paw dragging along the quagmire of the river bottom, opening her eyes to reveal that she was now moving, but her body, itself, was not… that there was some strange and unknown pull on her body that had enacted on her curiosity. And she found herself no where near the cave… anywhere for that manner. New inequalities began to press against her wet toes as she stroked with her legs, following the river down, down, and further down stream without end.
It was perhaps an hour before she pulled herself out of the flowing river, and felt new surfaces against her tender paws, new smells eating away at her nostrils, and new visionaries landing against her eyes.
And that’s how it all began, how U’Kuma became lost, how fear had enveloped her mind, how she almost never came to be… perhaps, why she’s so confused.
Codeword: ”bluefire”