Post by Eastern on Nov 9, 2009 18:44:52 GMT -5
Viking
Scandinavian; to go raiding.
Nickname; Vie, meaning to compete or strive for superiority
Gender: female
Species: Grey Wolf
Age: 5 years and 2 seasons
Pack: Ileai
Rank: Queros
Power:
Viking can’t control her powers at all, which is a terrible. She has very violent powers that can cause great harm to herself and others if they are misused. One of her two powers is the ability to force her mind into others and overwhelm them with pain and pressure in their heads. This can cause the victim to black out or even lose their memory. But all cases are not severe, she could simply cause them to have margarines. The effects are not lasting. She can also summon lightning storms, and strikes. She can’t control were the lightning strikes, nor can she control the amount of times it strikes. Electricity also gathers in her fur, which can give a slight shock to those who touch her, but nothing fatal. Surprising if anything.
Appearance:
To say Viking is the runt of the litter, would be an understatement. She has an abnormally small body, with very little muscle to make up for it. Her lean body is covered with bristly red fur, with patches of blue grey. When she is angry her fur stands on end, and it builds up static. Her eyes are almond shaped, with golden iris. Her emotions are easily read in them.
Her canines are unusually long and she has the proclivity to always have her ears laid back, giving her a standoffish appearance. Her tongue is bluish black, an anomaly in her species. Her legs are short, her tail long. Her chest is slender, and her ribcage easily shows through her coarse pelt, and slim layer of body fat.
Her body is covered in long, thin, shallow cuts. They all come from different times in her life. But two scars stand out amongst the others. One scar is a long raged line over her heart. Its puckered pink skin is raised a good quarter inch, a bitter reminder of her lover. The second is on her soft belly. This scar is not uniform, like the others. A patch of mottled skin stretches across her stomach. Pot marks, and skin tags are just barely concealed by the long cream colored fur that grows on her belly. This has a disturbing history.
Personality:
This little lady is a spitfire with something to prove. Her small stature has made her the object of ridicule among her kind, but instead of making her timid, and scared, it has made her resilient and stubborn. She can’t easily rein in her emotions, they rule her life. She is a slave to them. Usually Viking lives in a state of annoyance and anger.
Viking wasn’t always bitter. A series of recent events made her that way. Her only relieve is her son, Vander. He is the sun in her sky. She would kill for him, and die for him. She is extremely protective of her young son, no really trusting strangers to be near him, or even see him.
Viking likes to be off on her own, away from the pack with only her son with her. So the rank of Quero suits her fine. She is respectful only on the outside, not really devoting herself to her pack mates. The only reason she puts up with being in a pack is for her son to have a better life. She knows that she is dangerous, and that extra protection, and the guarantee of shelter and food is invaluable to her and Vander. She does everything for her son.
History:
Viking's pack centered around strict laws, but they were nonetheless happy. Everyone respected each other and few are no arguments broke out. Viking was born to a litter of five to a pair of hunters. Her parents were given permission to breed, so there was no punishment for them. But Viking was the runt of the litter so her siblings often alienated her and ignored her in favor of playing games. When they did include her in on their games, she was usually the punching bag. They beat her up often. And it didn’t end when they grew older either. Soon the other pack mates were picking on her too. Those were dark days, but her fiery spirit caught the eye of a highly ranked male in the pack. And they became mates, and had a litter of pups together. Viking thought she had finally found her place in the world. But if she had had a happy ending she wouldn’t have ended up in the place she was today.
Her mate went on a long-term attack on the other packs, and after a year never returned. She shed her tears for him, and found comfort in her children who were honorary members of the pack by then. But after awhile she got lonely and her eyes couldn’t help but to stray. They landed on the alpha male, and he seemed to return her favor. Lots of weeks were spent sneaking around on the neutral territory, away from the prying eyes of the pack, and the alpha female.
Sometime later, her belly was swollen and everyone knew what had occurred. Unfortunately, it was during this scandal that her estranged mate decided to return. He was not a stupid, or a naïve wolf, and had already seen her pregnant once before so he knew what was up immediately. He was hurt by her betrayal even after two years had gone by, and attacked her were her lover’s unborn pups grew in her womb. The children she had given birth to, two years ago where ashamed of her and refused to help fend off their father’s attacks. Viking didn’t know where else to turn so she crawled to the alpha’s den, bloodied and abused. He looked down upon her in disgust, his black lip curled up over his fangs. Viking struggled to a stand, and looked up at him with blurry eyes. He snarled and slashed her across her chest. He said nothing to her as he turned his back on her, and reentered his den, melting into the shadows.
Both mentally and physically assaulted, she dragged herself through mud and thorns to get as far away from her pack lands as possible. When she could no longer smell familiar smells, she found a cozy spot at the base of a tree and bid her time. She gave birth to 6 pups after a couple of months fending for herself. Three of them had died in the womb, their bodies grossly under developed. They had probably died bacuse of her mate's attack. Two of them were barely moving, having not gotten enough nutrients and dead shortly after. But one remained, who was strong, and lively. She named him Vander.
She devoted her life to make her remaining son happy. She hasn’t told anyone of her checkered past, not even Vander.
Accepted by Lanie
