Post by Akki on Aug 22, 2009 20:56:22 GMT -5
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Name: Akki
Age: 2
Gender: Female
Species: Heus
Physical Description: Akki is an average height for her species, resting at a little less than three feet in height. Her body however is encased in muscle, making her look bulky and awkward. A mane of black fur begins at the tip of her nose, running between her eyes to the end of her tail. The fur is coarse and short, standing out at odd angles. Her eyes are a strong shade of brown, easily hiding lies and creating false smiles. Akki’s eyes are easy to trust, smiling and gentle. Her fangs are in perfect condition, sharp and dangerous. Akki keeps both her fangs and claws long, though their length becomes slightly more uncomfortable.
When Akki moves power ripples through her body, the grace and agility that is hidden by her hulking form obvious in her gait. A slight gimp in her back left leg becomes obvious when Akki runs, and she is unable to sustain more than a trot for longer than five minutes. There is little to no scarring on her body, untouched by prey or enemy.
Personality: Akki is easy to trust, if not necessarily likeable. She has uncanny charisma, especially with young. She smiles, and laughs often and sees the joke in nearly everything. She can seem sympathetic and caring and can act the part that someone needs, whether it be friend or foe.
Behind this façade is a monster. Akki has little feeling for anything except power and blood. She will fight to the bitter end and will cheat as often as she can. Due to her passion for power, Akki enjoys using pawns rather than getting her own paws dirty. Akki will attempt to avoid strong attachment to other wolves, though when her family or pack is in danger she will fight to the bitter end. Outside of her pack Akki is brutal and uncaring, willing to use what ever tactics she needs to advance her packs power, preferring to work slowly until their success is sure.
However, Akki is not foolish. She does not quickly toss aside the trust of others. By maintaining her hold on their trust Akki pulls them deeper into her trap. She realizes that to lead, those who look to her must at least trust her to keep them alive and breathing.
Pack: Blood Fang
Rank: Alpha
Other: Akki has a fascination with snows, its beauty and power reminds her of her own mortality. The snow was her teacher when there was no other to be had. The snow created a true warrior, and a monster in the heart of Akki.
When Akki hunts she hunts alone, and prefers the young of her prey. Hunting is her true passion, the power she has over her prey like a drug. She hunts through trust, and the process often takes some time. She does not run very fast, so the closer she is to her prey, the more likely she is to kill.
History: Click. Click. Click.
The sound of her own pacing was driving Akki out of her lonely mind. The snow outside of her cave smothered the sounds of life outside, the empty caves behind her horribly silent. Brown eyes stared into the snow covered landscape beyond her haven. Not for the first time she cursed her heritage, her naked skin keeping her a prisoner of these dens.
Shifting closer to the cave entrance Akki watched her breath mist, boiling up like an angry cloud and disappearing into the morning sky. Once, long ago she had ventured into the snow, nearly four seasons earlier. There had been no pack, no mother to warn a pup of the dangers of the cold, to keep her inside. She had gotten lost. She had fallen asleep, lost in a desert of white, closing her eyes to a world of misery.
Gentle teeth closed around Akki’s little neck, breathing warmth onto her frozen head. Slowly, so slowly the mouth picked Akki up out of the snow, and the sound of paws crackling through the snow seemed to make her sway back and forth. She could feel the snow radiating its frozen life up towards her naked body, inviting her once more into its embrace.
The sound of footsteps changed, no longer pounding through snow, but dragging against stone. She was beyond the snows wintery hands, safe within the belly of the earth. The jaws gently lowered Akki to the stone floor, nuzzling her body with a dry nose. A weak whimper from the little body appeared enough of an answer for the stranger, and it began to circle around her, setting their weight heavily around Akkis body, the pup curled into a ball in the center of the warm mass.
She sneered now at the weakness of a pup, and her own stupidity. After she had been saved she had woken to find her savior gone, though a small rabbit was lying in the corner.
Since that day the snow had been a wonder to her. The snow had not used force to kill her, instead wearing her down, tempting her to sleep. Its cold fingers had slowly stolen her life. The brutality of her pack now seemed stupid, barbaric. Why work so hard, and loose so many? Convince the enemy to sleep, lure them into a false sense of security, and then steal what they valued most.
Click. Click. Click.
Her mother had died soon after giving birth to her litter, all stillborn except for little Akki. They say she died of a broken heart; Akki hated that thought. That her mother had been weak enough to die because her pups had not survived was pathetic.
Soon after her mothers death the numbers of her pack had begun to dwindle, and the caverns had begun to echo with silence. She did not know how to hunt; basic survival was limited to what her instinct knew. She had lived through late fall and the winter eating from the frozen body of the last of her pack mates, close to the entrance of her caves. When the warmth of spring came the carcass unfroze, and what little remained of the body went rancid. Akki was forced to teach herself to hunt, it was that or starve.
Her paws moved slowly foreword, silent against the thawed ground: so long alone had taught her one thing: how to move silently. Sometimes she had thought her caves haunted by some vengeful spirit, and trod quietly so that she would not disturb him. The huge silence of the caves echoed back any sound she made tenfold back to her, straining her tender ears.
Quiet and stealthy was easy.
She had stood in this place for fifteen minutes, and in her previous position fifteen more. The small herd of deer had shifted uncomfortably each time she moved, looking at her with weary eyes. Slowly they had become accustomed to her, letting her shift closer. Now she was close enough to hear the pulse of the nearest fawn, hiding behind its mothers legs.
Patience would bring the youngling from its hiding spot. Patience would provide Akki with her food.
The instant the fawn moved from behind its mother Akki attacked, striking with agility and speed. The youngling stood no chance. The doe screamed, kicking back at Akki, hitting her in the side and glancing off her hip. Akki raised a blood covered maw, snapping as the mother kicked at her again. Frightened the doe bolted, stopping at the clearing to look back at her fawn. The look in her eyes was so broken, so pathetic that Akki had laughed.
It was that first kill that had shaped Akki. With that one final look the doe had given and the fight she put up for her fawn when she ought to have bolted had taught Akki how to conquer. If you wanted to win a war, you fought like the snow. Convince a pack of their safety, let them start to believe you, trust you. Then you strike, taking what they treasure most…
Take that away and they make themselves easy prey.
Click. Click. Click.
Name: Akki
Age: 2
Gender: Female
Species: Heus
Physical Description: Akki is an average height for her species, resting at a little less than three feet in height. Her body however is encased in muscle, making her look bulky and awkward. A mane of black fur begins at the tip of her nose, running between her eyes to the end of her tail. The fur is coarse and short, standing out at odd angles. Her eyes are a strong shade of brown, easily hiding lies and creating false smiles. Akki’s eyes are easy to trust, smiling and gentle. Her fangs are in perfect condition, sharp and dangerous. Akki keeps both her fangs and claws long, though their length becomes slightly more uncomfortable.
When Akki moves power ripples through her body, the grace and agility that is hidden by her hulking form obvious in her gait. A slight gimp in her back left leg becomes obvious when Akki runs, and she is unable to sustain more than a trot for longer than five minutes. There is little to no scarring on her body, untouched by prey or enemy.
Personality: Akki is easy to trust, if not necessarily likeable. She has uncanny charisma, especially with young. She smiles, and laughs often and sees the joke in nearly everything. She can seem sympathetic and caring and can act the part that someone needs, whether it be friend or foe.
Behind this façade is a monster. Akki has little feeling for anything except power and blood. She will fight to the bitter end and will cheat as often as she can. Due to her passion for power, Akki enjoys using pawns rather than getting her own paws dirty. Akki will attempt to avoid strong attachment to other wolves, though when her family or pack is in danger she will fight to the bitter end. Outside of her pack Akki is brutal and uncaring, willing to use what ever tactics she needs to advance her packs power, preferring to work slowly until their success is sure.
However, Akki is not foolish. She does not quickly toss aside the trust of others. By maintaining her hold on their trust Akki pulls them deeper into her trap. She realizes that to lead, those who look to her must at least trust her to keep them alive and breathing.
Pack: Blood Fang
Rank: Alpha
Other: Akki has a fascination with snows, its beauty and power reminds her of her own mortality. The snow was her teacher when there was no other to be had. The snow created a true warrior, and a monster in the heart of Akki.
When Akki hunts she hunts alone, and prefers the young of her prey. Hunting is her true passion, the power she has over her prey like a drug. She hunts through trust, and the process often takes some time. She does not run very fast, so the closer she is to her prey, the more likely she is to kill.
History: Click. Click. Click.
The sound of her own pacing was driving Akki out of her lonely mind. The snow outside of her cave smothered the sounds of life outside, the empty caves behind her horribly silent. Brown eyes stared into the snow covered landscape beyond her haven. Not for the first time she cursed her heritage, her naked skin keeping her a prisoner of these dens.
Shifting closer to the cave entrance Akki watched her breath mist, boiling up like an angry cloud and disappearing into the morning sky. Once, long ago she had ventured into the snow, nearly four seasons earlier. There had been no pack, no mother to warn a pup of the dangers of the cold, to keep her inside. She had gotten lost. She had fallen asleep, lost in a desert of white, closing her eyes to a world of misery.
Gentle teeth closed around Akki’s little neck, breathing warmth onto her frozen head. Slowly, so slowly the mouth picked Akki up out of the snow, and the sound of paws crackling through the snow seemed to make her sway back and forth. She could feel the snow radiating its frozen life up towards her naked body, inviting her once more into its embrace.
The sound of footsteps changed, no longer pounding through snow, but dragging against stone. She was beyond the snows wintery hands, safe within the belly of the earth. The jaws gently lowered Akki to the stone floor, nuzzling her body with a dry nose. A weak whimper from the little body appeared enough of an answer for the stranger, and it began to circle around her, setting their weight heavily around Akkis body, the pup curled into a ball in the center of the warm mass.
She sneered now at the weakness of a pup, and her own stupidity. After she had been saved she had woken to find her savior gone, though a small rabbit was lying in the corner.
Since that day the snow had been a wonder to her. The snow had not used force to kill her, instead wearing her down, tempting her to sleep. Its cold fingers had slowly stolen her life. The brutality of her pack now seemed stupid, barbaric. Why work so hard, and loose so many? Convince the enemy to sleep, lure them into a false sense of security, and then steal what they valued most.
Click. Click. Click.
Her mother had died soon after giving birth to her litter, all stillborn except for little Akki. They say she died of a broken heart; Akki hated that thought. That her mother had been weak enough to die because her pups had not survived was pathetic.
Soon after her mothers death the numbers of her pack had begun to dwindle, and the caverns had begun to echo with silence. She did not know how to hunt; basic survival was limited to what her instinct knew. She had lived through late fall and the winter eating from the frozen body of the last of her pack mates, close to the entrance of her caves. When the warmth of spring came the carcass unfroze, and what little remained of the body went rancid. Akki was forced to teach herself to hunt, it was that or starve.
Her paws moved slowly foreword, silent against the thawed ground: so long alone had taught her one thing: how to move silently. Sometimes she had thought her caves haunted by some vengeful spirit, and trod quietly so that she would not disturb him. The huge silence of the caves echoed back any sound she made tenfold back to her, straining her tender ears.
Quiet and stealthy was easy.
She had stood in this place for fifteen minutes, and in her previous position fifteen more. The small herd of deer had shifted uncomfortably each time she moved, looking at her with weary eyes. Slowly they had become accustomed to her, letting her shift closer. Now she was close enough to hear the pulse of the nearest fawn, hiding behind its mothers legs.
Patience would bring the youngling from its hiding spot. Patience would provide Akki with her food.
The instant the fawn moved from behind its mother Akki attacked, striking with agility and speed. The youngling stood no chance. The doe screamed, kicking back at Akki, hitting her in the side and glancing off her hip. Akki raised a blood covered maw, snapping as the mother kicked at her again. Frightened the doe bolted, stopping at the clearing to look back at her fawn. The look in her eyes was so broken, so pathetic that Akki had laughed.
It was that first kill that had shaped Akki. With that one final look the doe had given and the fight she put up for her fawn when she ought to have bolted had taught Akki how to conquer. If you wanted to win a war, you fought like the snow. Convince a pack of their safety, let them start to believe you, trust you. Then you strike, taking what they treasure most…
Take that away and they make themselves easy prey.
Click. Click. Click.
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