Post by Ashliya on May 25, 2012 16:44:51 GMT -5
* OOC Info*
Name : Zel
Age : 20
Experience : 10+
Other Characters : N/A
Character Full Name : Ashliya
Age : 4
Gender : Female
Birth season : Winter
Species : Aven
Moral Alignment : Chaotic Neutral
Magic : Call Lightning; Speak with Animals
Main Magic Discipline : Nature
Minor Magic Discipline : Healing
Physical Description - Ashliya may not be the biggest wolf but for a female she if very large. She comes to stand on long legs at a four foot nine inches. Her body is made of strong muscles. She's built well with sturdy chest, hips, and neck. She carries her head and tail high, as she was shaped and molded to be a leader by her royal family. She speaks eloquently and has one of those voices that holds attention and commands respect, it's very soft and be one that can calm angry words instead of fuel them. She has two normal sized tails.
Ashliya is a very elegant she wolf. Her fur is long and silky as it has adapted to flow gently. The base coat is a bright white while her guard hairs are an off white color. Giving her coat two tones. Her markings are a bright mixture of orange and red. A stark contrast to the white. She has four dots of fiery yellow under her eyes. Her triangular ears looked as if they were dusted with orange red. Her paws as well looks as if she had stepped in orange red paint, then got creative and blended yellow onto the top of it. Then the very tip of her bushy tails are tipped in the orange red.
Ashliya's eyes are a light crystal clear blue. They are the windows to her soul as she wears her emotions on her shoulder. They can shine with the brightest of happiness, be filled with the deepest sadness, and show the fiercest anger. They also can glow a deep blue when she uses her powers.
Fur Color : white with yellow and red orange markings
Eye Color : ice blue
Mutations : 2 tails
Diseases : N/A
Markings : Her paws, tail, ears are tipped in color
Height : 4'9"
Weight : 180 lbs
Full Personality - With her gorgeous face males would find Ashliya the one to protect. Make no mistake this wolf once held a position in her old pack as heir to the throne. A title she took with pride. Her traits are perfect for the position. For she is a proud and no nonsense wolf. Able to think very quick on her toes. She cares very deeply and because of that would defend her pack and lands to the best of her ability. She take disloyalty as a fault[/size][/blockquote]
As a heart crushing past hovers over her like a dark shadow, she is secretive and prefers to only let information that she deems necessary. She has a full belief in her intuition. If something feels off she usually is right in investigating it. If she cannot find a land to call her own and is forced to join a pack she only is respectable to the alphas for alphas aren't alphas for no reason, any other wolf means nothing to her and she will play dominance games with. She looks down on wolves who don't take their alphas seriously or pack positions for that matter, and that is enough for her to tear any beasts throat out. She is a firm believer in respect is not given freely it is earned.
As Ashliya is a dominant female, her mate and pack have to be strong to care for her. If the pack is weak, then it isn't good enough for her. If a mate is weak than he isn't worthy enough. She disdains weakness, in the fact that the wolves in the pack don't obey their alpha (to her that means the alpha is weak), and if a mate can't handle her dominant personality than he can tuck his tail and begone from her. Ash loves a good romp, play fighting with the males made her into the dominant she wolf she is now.
Her flaws make her seem too strong and tough almost inapproachable by others. She takes disrespect as a challenge and has been in her fair share of fights because of it. She also is OCD. Everything must go in it's perfect place or it will bug her until she fixes it. As strong as she is she is also a tad bit of a flirt with the dominant wolves, including unmated top warriors, top hunters, deltas, betas, and of course the Alpha is fair game. She enjoys to loosen them up and chase her around, she misses her mate, but she has had plently of time to be over with him. She is now ready to take on a new mate.
Ashliya to sum up is a female with a powerful mind, body, and soul. If she wants something she's going to get it. Wise beyond her years, as she's lived the past year as a loner. Tough but when a wolf has her trust she loosens up and is witty and proves to provide a good, intelligent conversation.
History:
So she was born. Her mother curled around her and her den mates. Or at least she thought this was her mother. In reality her mother was laying dead for conceiving her. Laying dead just as she was supposed to be. No, the Lead female of the Dark Phallen Band, Lashka, had some what of a heart for pups. No beast could explain that, especially since Lashka wasn't known for her kind-hearted spirt. No, she was hard and cold as ice that blew around outside the den. Not that Ashliya cared. She was just glad to have warm milk flowing in her mouth. Lashka bent her bloodied mouth and licked the nursing pups, especially her newest addition. With a satisfied woof she lay to sleep while the Phallen Band mulled over her making an example out of Nula and Jaquin. With a sick grin Lashka fell into a pleasent slumber.
~.1 year later.~
"Hold still Ash!"
Ashliya was high off of adrinaline. She had just won her first mock battle. Her tail was about to wag off her rump with excitement. Lashka had one of her twisted smiles on her face as she watched her favorite pup; the heir to her little Band of Wolves. Soon they would be known as a pack here. She couldn't even hold back her surprise as Ashliya was able to trump her tutor, Top Warrior Darken, in a mock battle. Lashka watched as all of her pups, Draquen, Leemeh, Ahmun, and Ashliya take hit after hit. Yet the adopted one, her Ash, was able to make Darken fall flat on his face.
Of course that could be just the fact that Darken was eying Ash with tenderness instead of his usual disdain for pups and yearlings. Lashka turned her head from the happy whelp, to hide her chagrin. Lashka cut her eyes towards the male. Ashliya was currently bouncing around him with puppy enthusiasm. Nipping at his feet and tail, begging for another fight.
"Ash. It is enough for one day. Darken, round your troops for another run around the terra. We wouldn't want our new territory to be taken from us," Lashka turned her tail and made her way back towards the dens.
"Fun stuff! Hey Ahmun, Draquen, Leemeh since Momma sent Darken out... and Miss Lunna has her paws full with the other newborns... let's go exploring. Maybe run the borders ourselves?" Ashliya gave a devilish smirk, the yearling knew that they weren't yet done with training. "Of course if your chicken I'll go alone...." Three indignant yelps chased after the fleeing female. Ash barked some laughter and dashed out of the packs camp and into the forest.
The three whelps slinked carefully through the undergrowth. Birds chirped and flitted about in the canopy above. Ash couldn't help but feel shivers down her spine. Couldn't help but remember catching the growling tones her mother sent towards Darken as he was about to play with Ashliya. With a headstrong attitude she pushed on ahead of her older siblings. They would follow her scent. As she pondered... Ash heard a weird noise. She stopped and contemplated the noise. With a shake of her head she padded past the bushes....
With a snarl a huge ugly brute burst out of the foliage. Ashliya yelped and could hear a bunch of other feet, from her spot on the ground.
"Well, Well. A whelp away from her Band.... Tsk, tsk little one that is not a good idea.... What do you say boys? She's old enough," the males voice was that of rocks grating together, and the cackling his two other comrades made were just as bad.
Ashliya snarled, "Let me up if my mother...."
"If Lashka does what? What about Lucien? That's right your pathetic father lets your mother run this Band into the ground. We've been watching your little lands for a while and let me say, me and these fools could easily take out this shin-dig." the brute chuckled and pushed his nose into Ashliya's.
Ashliya flipped over onto her belly and zoomed out from under the male. She gave a sinister snarl that her mother would be proud of, "I could take you out."
"Oh yeah?" with that he lunged at Ashliya.
She used the move Darken had taught her that day. Duck, weave hit their weak point, the stomach. She didn't get through the thick fur but she latched on to his side hearing him yelp with surprise.
If this were a fair fight Ashliya would have won that battle but of course... the two other dark brown males lunged in. At that moment howls filled the territory and even though Ashliya was flung into a tree she could help but feel joy. Dazed she realized the Band was coming.
Darken was the first to reach the scuffle. He quickly and sufficiently took out the unsuspecting male that had knocked his Ashliya into a tree. He turned to the other two as the rest of the pack filled in. He went into a protective crouch over Ashliya, "Touch her again, I dare you!". The words were enough to keep the brutes whimpering back.
Lashka leaped at the two males, hackles raised and her teeth ripped into the male closest to her. Who they were didn't matter. She wanted those two dead. Oh? Three. Quickly she turned with blooded lips to the male with the bleeding side on the ground. "So you think you can handle my Band? We'll soon be big enough to take over one of these little packs around here!"
She finished him off without an answer. With a flick of her tail her wolves finished off the rest. The mottled black she-wolf went to her charge. "Move Darken. She is safe now."
Then she gave Ashliya a punishing nip to her nose. The whelp yelped as her mother's teeth broke skin. Oh Ash knew the ice queen was pissed. With that done Lashka stalked back into the trees... towards the dens.
Ashliya whimpered and lowered her ears and crouched lower to the ground. Darken looked at the whelp with... pride? She shook her head and followed her mentor. Keeping her eyes lowered to the ground. When she reached the dens she went straight to her den and curled up in the warm grass.
~.2 year later.~
"Ash! Psst come on sleeply wolf! You promised."
Ash stretched in her den and rolled over to gaze at the lovely face of Darken. Secretly he was her mate. Something they hid very well from her mother. As well as their plan to leave the Band. It was growing weak as her mother grew more and more insane. Darken was now Lucien's third. A delta rank so to speak. A title her mother hated with a passion, almost as much as she hated Darken.
Ashliya was the heir as her mother had banished the rest of her siblings. She missed them but she was being molded and shaped into an Alpha. An alpha that would be ten times better than her mother. Therefore it was a duty she took with pride. That little skirmish a year ago and the few battles that happened between then have left her free of her puppy attitude and the skills she needed for her position.
Ash padded from the den and stretched. This was another two member hunt Darken and she made together. She gave her mate a sly grin and leaped gracefully over him and darted off to the trees.
"Ash..." Darken panted as they lay side by side in the grass.
"Hmmm?" she licked his maw tenderly.
"Let's get out of here... tonight. We could easily join a pack and take it over!" He pulled him self up from the ground into a sitting position.
They gazed at each other for a long time and Ashliya gave a small huff. "Are you daft? Of course. My mother is getting a little...."
She trailed off. Everyone in the pack knew of the Alpha female's weakening mental health. Growing more and more possessive of Ashliya herself, and the other pups. Mostly Ashliya. Ash didn't know how to handle the mood swings. But she couldn't take them anymore. She herself couldn't take the wild random attacks on other packs, the expulsions of the Band members she'd known since she was a pup. Ashliya looked up at the sky. Dark clouds hung over the area and she shivered moving closer to her mate. "Let's go... now."
As they stood to leave a blackened shape ran like demons were chasing it straight into Darken. He gave no yelp no cry. Just the crushing sound of his neck being broken. The sound that plagued Ashliya's mind for months.
With a gasp she turned to look at her dead mate and Lashka pacing back and forth muttering incoherent words. He wasn't here anymore! Ash kept that running that through her head over and over. 'He's not here, he's gone, he's not here, he's gone,' over and over. She almost felt as mad as her pacing mother. Speaking of. The black bitch stopped and stared at Ashliya.
"You! See what you have done? You just like your mother...." Ash took a step back. What? "No! I'm your mother, I'm your mother, I'm your mother, I'm your mother...."
Ash took a few more steps back as froth fell in long strands from Lashka's mouth. She stopped then turned to Ashliya, "But you must be punished. If I kill you oh well. I should have YEARS ago!"
Two wolves streaked through the forest. Ash was going to leave. She would grieve Darken later now she had her psychopathic mother on her tail. Chasing her, snarling one minute, then whimpering another minute. Finally the boarders, Ash crossed over them as an invisible wall stopped her mother. Her last cries haunted Ash, just as the breaking of Darken's neck. "ASH-LEE-YAH! You're real mother, Nula. That whoremonger! I should have killed you just like HER!!!!"
~.1 year later.~
Grieving done, and being a loner has made her stonger and rethink her take on life. She managed to join a pack and she has been steadily climbing the ranks to be the Alpha that it deserves.
Family [black];;[/black]
Parents:
Mother: Nula: Deceased (loner)
Adopted Mother: Lashka: Deceased (Band of Phallen)
Father: Jaquin: Deceased (loner)
Adopted Father: Lucien: Deceased (Band of Phallen)
Siblings:
Step Brother: Ahmun: Loner
Step Brother: Draquen: Loner
Step Sister: Leemeh: Loner
(If anyone wants to Rp one of them be my guest.)
RolePlay sample :
"All I think about it you
And so I cry myself to sleep
And hope the Devil I don't meet
In the Dreams that I live through
Believe in me. . . . Sometimes the Weak become the strong."
And so I cry myself to sleep
And hope the Devil I don't meet
In the Dreams that I live through
Believe in me. . . . Sometimes the Weak become the strong."
Katherine Lawless; sheriff of Brookfield walked out of her house at 2 A.M. her fear, her mind, and her self a buzz. Her pup was safely locked in his kennel. Where she was going she didn't want the sweet little thing to see. She knew why she was feeling like this. She chose not to really go to the Brookfield festival. She couldn't really, not when she found that letter on her desk. Not when she knew the ceremony of when their parents were killed off. It was a desperate honoring of the dead. A bunch of kids trying to keep themselves sane. Gosh they've all grown up fast. She felt thirty years old as she walked out of the boarders. Ignoring the wolves. She couldn't believe she saw Michael at the meeting as . . . a wolf leader! He was the leader of the wolves! Her gut had dropped when she saw him walk through. It was just another thing she was stressing about. They spent that beautiful day together and then boom she finds out that he's not only a Wolf but their leader. Her rival. The one who said that she wasn't allowed to join their ranks.
It burned her but she knew she still liked him. She hadn't see the wolf leader at the festival either. Maybe he had given up on her now that he knew she was the Piglet Leader? Some man he would prove to be then. She felt like she was going to be sick and wrapped her arms around her for comfort. Though she still felt like she was betrayed even though she didn't really tell him that she was a Piglet either. At least then she wasn't the new hot shot sheriff in town. It felt bitter to be the sheriff now that Kevin was gone. Very, very bitter. The cool morning air crept in around her. She zipped up her thin jacket. She was in her work out gear this morning. Yoga pants, tennis shoes, a sports bra, and her jacket over it. Her sword was at home.
Where she was going in the woods would be as far as she could travel. Only Nomads really walked the path she was travelling and that was fine with her. They were few and there were sometimes the crazy that wanted to find trouble with her. She had no problems dealing with them either. The girl was a force to be reckoned with. Kat knew her skills could take a grown man and throw him to the ground begging for mercy, all in high heels. She wasn't wonder woman or had super human strength she was Katherine Lawless, she had been trained from a young kid to practice martial arts. Skills she always used to her advantage. It freaked people out when they were able to glimpse at how fit and powerful she really was. That was a side of her she tried to keep hidden unless she was out here in the woods ready to break trees down.
A few paces into the woods yielded nothing but a raccoon or two and an odd noise. For some reason with the depression creeping into her she didn't care if the cry was a cougar, wolf, bear, or just an insect. Kat hated this part of her. This part that wanted her to go into the fetal position and cry she knew that's where she would be headed if she had went to the ceremony. She hoped her Piglets were winning the competitions. That much she hoped. It was a word game and she sent in her application hopefully it would be enough. It carried many dark words but that's all she saw when she saw the happiness of Brookfield that was contrast to her depression. Her and Brookfield were on opposite ends of the spectrum right now. The anger she wanted to creep in was actually nothing more than that burning ache in her heart that everything was going wrong.
Kat found a clearing and she walked in. It was beautiful and she felt sheltered with trees and bushes all around her. She started jogging around the clearing. It was large and about the size of a baseball field. She felt warmed up and was starting to sweat. That's when she dropped her jacket and revealed her toned body. It was hard to keep this body when sometimes you had to rely on cold water soup, as Kevin put it. They were going to have to send out a part of their strongest members soon to find another town like theirs that had good enough resources to trade. Strong arms and legs dropped into the starting stance and she began to kick and punch as her depression pushed into her. She probably sounded like she was being killed out here; maybe she was, maybe her soul was being killed. She gritted her teeth and inwardly said, 'NO!' She ran with the word still screaming in her head up a tree and she kicked off of it and threw her right leg out in a spinning kick.
She landed gracefully but the jolt from landing on the ball of her feet instead of being flat footed had her yelp and hop from foot to foot. It was a pain that didn't match her inside pain but it was enough to push that single tear down her cheek. She stood and started practicing around the clearing again, yet the tears were falling just like beads of sweat falling. It was only her here, she shouldn't and didn't need to feel like anyone was watching her, so she let the tears fall as her body, mind, and spirit gave over to the grief she was feeling.
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