Post by Eastern on Mar 14, 2009 22:56:14 GMT -5
Accepted by: Snow
Name: Loki
Gender: Vixen
Species: Fox
Age: 3 years
Appearance: Loki has a dark purple pelt, that almost appears black. Her face, ears, chest, stomach, legs, and the tip of her tail are all the purest of white. Her ears are long and skinny. She has pale purple eyes.
Personality: Loki may appear sweet, but she is rather impish. She loves to play tricks on others, and always laughs at the expense of others. She feels that everything is a competition, and she always tries to out do everyone, at anything. Her guard is always up, her actions cold and indifferent, but when she is alone, she becomes a tormented, and scared creature. She is especially hateful toward males.
Powers: Loki has the ability to mimic any sound she has ever heard perfectly. She has quite a good memory for such things. She can also use her sweet silvery voice to sing a song that enchants all that hears it, and makes them come to her.
Family:
Saint- Loki's sister. To say that these two hated each other would be an understatement. Saint was always jealous of Loki. Her beautiful pelt, her mate, and especially her powers.
Malina- Loki's mother. Loki was Malina's pride and joy. She often spoiled Loki.
Stolen- Loki's father. He wasn't really a big part of Loki's life.
Cain- Once was Loki's mate. He left Loki for her sister.
Loki had 3 other brothers and 1 other sister.
Past:
Loki was betrayed by her sister, Saint. Loki and Saint had never gotten along. When they were small they were constantly fighting over their mother's attention, and trying to out do each other in everything. Like fighting and hunting. So when it was time to get mates, it was just another competition for them. Loki won. Saint was so furious that she managed to turn their entire family against her.
First, she convinced Cain, Loki's mate, to join her. Then, Saint bloodied herself up and went crying to her mother, telling her the awful story of how Loki had attacked her because she was so jealous that she had gotten a mate first. Cain backed Saint's story.
Loki's mother drank up every word. Once Loki returned from a hunt she was baffled to see that her mate was standing with her mother and sister. His face was somber, Saint looked triumphant, and her mother was crying.
'You have shamed our family!' Loki's mother had screamed. 'How could you do that to your own sister?!'
Cain jumped forward and snapped at her face. He growled viciously and dug his teeth into her front leg.
Loki was frozen with shock. Only when she had felt her mate's teeth did she shake herself awake, and take off running.
She never looked back.
Her mate leaving her did not make her cry. Nor did her mother's accusation.
The betrayal of her own sister, was what hurt the most.
What made her cry as she stumbled through the forest.
Present:
A month pasted, but the hurt she felt did not.
If anything it grew.
Waking up in the morning in unfamiliar surroundings, alone, reminded her of the past events.
The wound on her leg, still refused to heal, as if it too, wanted to mock, and remind her of her abandonment.
Name: Loki
Gender: Vixen
Species: Fox
Age: 3 years
Appearance: Loki has a dark purple pelt, that almost appears black. Her face, ears, chest, stomach, legs, and the tip of her tail are all the purest of white. Her ears are long and skinny. She has pale purple eyes.
Personality: Loki may appear sweet, but she is rather impish. She loves to play tricks on others, and always laughs at the expense of others. She feels that everything is a competition, and she always tries to out do everyone, at anything. Her guard is always up, her actions cold and indifferent, but when she is alone, she becomes a tormented, and scared creature. She is especially hateful toward males.
Powers: Loki has the ability to mimic any sound she has ever heard perfectly. She has quite a good memory for such things. She can also use her sweet silvery voice to sing a song that enchants all that hears it, and makes them come to her.
Family:
Saint- Loki's sister. To say that these two hated each other would be an understatement. Saint was always jealous of Loki. Her beautiful pelt, her mate, and especially her powers.
Malina- Loki's mother. Loki was Malina's pride and joy. She often spoiled Loki.
Stolen- Loki's father. He wasn't really a big part of Loki's life.
Cain- Once was Loki's mate. He left Loki for her sister.
Loki had 3 other brothers and 1 other sister.
Past:
Loki was betrayed by her sister, Saint. Loki and Saint had never gotten along. When they were small they were constantly fighting over their mother's attention, and trying to out do each other in everything. Like fighting and hunting. So when it was time to get mates, it was just another competition for them. Loki won. Saint was so furious that she managed to turn their entire family against her.
First, she convinced Cain, Loki's mate, to join her. Then, Saint bloodied herself up and went crying to her mother, telling her the awful story of how Loki had attacked her because she was so jealous that she had gotten a mate first. Cain backed Saint's story.
Loki's mother drank up every word. Once Loki returned from a hunt she was baffled to see that her mate was standing with her mother and sister. His face was somber, Saint looked triumphant, and her mother was crying.
'You have shamed our family!' Loki's mother had screamed. 'How could you do that to your own sister?!'
Cain jumped forward and snapped at her face. He growled viciously and dug his teeth into her front leg.
Loki was frozen with shock. Only when she had felt her mate's teeth did she shake herself awake, and take off running.
She never looked back.
Her mate leaving her did not make her cry. Nor did her mother's accusation.
The betrayal of her own sister, was what hurt the most.
What made her cry as she stumbled through the forest.
Present:
A month pasted, but the hurt she felt did not.
If anything it grew.
Waking up in the morning in unfamiliar surroundings, alone, reminded her of the past events.
The wound on her leg, still refused to heal, as if it too, wanted to mock, and remind her of her abandonment.