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MoonMyst; I has pledge??
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Topic Started: Nov 23 2014, 10:06 AM (168 Views)
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MoonMystic
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Nov 23 2014, 10:06 AM
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------------ Wolf Information----------
Name: Moon 'MoonMyst' Mystic Gender: Female Age: 2 1/2 years Birthday: March 18, 2012
Family Ties: None Past Packs: A lot... i can't honestly remember all the names. Sweet Breeze, NLSM, being a couple Held Ranks: Omega, Scout : NLSM
Notes of interest: Has a Russian accent, has scars along her under belly where she slid down a sharp and icy ravine before she landed on a drift to go to Alaska Personality: Laid back, timid, shy. loving, skittish, feircely loyal and protective
History: A cold blizzardly night had rattled the coastal forest of Russia the entire week befor the litter was born to a single fae wolf who had been forced to come here pregnant. The lone fae had fought her captors and she had fought until blood and bone had been splattered amongst the snow that had once been so white. Her fight took her into early labor, she was a week early as she delivered her pups in a blizzard. This Momma needed food to keep her pups alive. If she wanted them to live, she'd have to be drastic, she knew this in labor. She whelped 7 pups that night, 6 boys... 1 girl. She named them, each and every one, with a Lunar name. In the end, her last born and her daughter, Moon Mystic, would prove to be one hell-uv-a fighter. IT did not bode well for this large litter and a single mother. She fed them dutifully. Her body would grow thin and weak, her milk would start to dry up before she would go and hunt. When she did hunt she stuffed the pups in a den of furs. One night she came back, to find a butchered pup. Her First born, Moon Walker, had been eatten before the den. She looked about and saw many of her pups dead. She darted into the den with stinging eyes to find Moon Mystic, Lunar Light, and Moon Whisp scared and huddled in the farthest reach of the den. The mother wolf cried into the night as she gathered her three, 2 month old pups, against her to warm them. Soon she found the reason as it stuck it's face into her den. She hurled herself at the huge bear, screaming loud vile words as she does so. The bear was startled by her fury, and it was young despite its size. The mother chased this bear to the forest edge and then some, screaming and howling curses for it's blood stained jaws and claws. She chased and screamed until she shook and her pads ached. She turned to go home, empty handed for her efforts. She would be very shocked to see a male gaurding her den. She questioned him, distrustful and displeased. The male moved from the entrance, no pup harmed. She would warily slip into the den only to find many rabbit and small rodents in the den. She poked her head out in confusion but the male was gone. She whimpered softly and ate... and ate her fill. She had her milk flow soon, and was able to keep her now much smaller litter fed. She would wake every morning to much food, more than enough... And she was grateful. She refined her pelt pulling tricks, and began to expand the den. She soon had three chambers. Hers, His, and the food room. She began stocking the food in the very back, lining both den chambers with pelts of the food she consumed. One morning she woke early, and caught the tail of the male who was starting to leave. She asked him to rest with her and her pups, she had made a room if he wanted to escape the cold. The male was shocked, but grateful, and he entered his new room. He boldly poked his nose into the mother den and when she met him; kissed her upon the cheek with a soft lick and a thank you. She turned red beneath her fur and asked if he would stay for a long time, she needed the company. He accepted. Five wintery moons later he adopted the pups as his own and began a relationship with their mother. Love Bond. Moon remembered that so well. Love Bond Family. She could see her mother and father playing, teaching her and her brothers to fight and to hunt as the moons glowed and the snow began to melt in patchy ways. Moon also remembers the night her father asked her mother to move away from their home as there where more two leggers invading the area. Two Leggers. Humans. Evil, vile creatures who came, took, destroyed, and left. Both her parents where from Alaska but her father and mother had been in russia long enough their speech had been affected and it affected their pups. Her Father spoke of the drifts, how they would be unable to cross this year as the freeze had not been strong enough to hold their weight all together. They needed to find a new home, far from the two leggers. Her mother aggreed and they all sat off to find a new home. Moon was about a year when the migration began... From the shouth most point of the coastal forest to norther and colder territory. She remembered how freezingly cold it got at night. But she had her family to huddle up to. She woke one morning to find her father gone, but not for long. He brought food much like usual, she grabbed a rabbit to snarf down and began hopping around. Moon was tired of walking and suggested they settle where they where. Her father merely laughed, and said that they needed to find a space just right and they would walk until they found it. She was grumpy and tired, but decided to explore. Her father warned her not to go too near the cliffs edge, she'd slip and they'd never find her. A challenge you say?! Indeed. She eventually found her way to the cliffs edge and peered over it. she examined the ridge for hours, playing with twigs and spiders until she heard a howl. It was time to move. She sighed and turned towards the sound but... Her foot was stuck. She shook her paw and tried to get it free from the snarled branch poking up from the snow, but she could not. She growled and tugged with her small but strong jaws, giving a yelp of surprise as it popped free... and she tumbled backwards over the edge! The pup flipped many times as she fell, bashing ehr head and hip and shaking her bones all about. She finally came to her last flip on her stomach, sliding out a rough embankment and bashing her head one last time on a small hill of ice. Moon saw stars and passed out for long moments. She came too eventually, feeling sick. She wanted this world to quit moving! Her head hurt and so did most of her body. She stood on the slippery surface, and groaned for her mommy, but never got a response. Her eyes would widen as she realized she was on the sea on an ice float. Her tail would have to keep her warm... and company. She shivered for many days and many nights, it took nearly a moon to land somewhere. A two legger found her on the brink of death and tossed small fish to her. She looked at the tasty thnigs and whined. She had no energy to even get nearer to them to begin to eat! The fisherman noticed this, and went to pick her up. He took her home, and plumped her up on fish, bread, stew, and many good, hot foods. But this was not her life. She did not enjoy the hard strap around her throat, consticting her breath. She needed free. Once full moon blossomed inthe sky she broke her collar and tore out of the yard, to the forest and to her freedom. She ran for days, stopping only to hunt and sleep in hollow logs and the sort. It was many many moons that she wandered alone, refining her hunting and stealthe. She would be two years of age as she wandered, and the pain of losing her family was still fresh. She happened upon a scent ridden territory. Wolves. She felt fear spring up, one was close by. Brute. Was he friendly or was he not. She fluffed her fur up and settled into a snow bank, watching and waiting for the brute to show. He never did. She could relax, so she thought. She was wrong, the brute was behind her! She felt panic rise with the bile in her throat and she fearfully stood him eye to eye. But yet he smiled and offered the death fearing fae a welcoming smile and an offer to his home. A friend. She had many questions for the brute, all of which he answered until he handed the fae to his alpha, SilverPaws. The she-wolf was kind, so was the yearling she met. The pack was beautifully peaceful and loving. It had her heart aching for a love-bond, a family, again. She spent one night... one night, before she approached the Alphess for consideration to let her call the DawnRunners Home. Her Story starts today.
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Name: Amber Gender: Female Age: 22 Birthday: 2/22 Email: pagan.babe92@gmail.com Time Zone: Eastern Wolf RP Experience: I started roleplaying wolves at Glacier Winds with Shukuwolf and Chilli wolf when I was 8 years old... uhm a long time >->; Something of Interest: I have a son and I'm.... uhm... squirrel!!
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