Post by valentina on Dec 13, 2005 16:11:13 GMT -5
Name: Valentina Delicia [Dell-ih-see-uh]
Age: 2 summers
Gender: female
Rank: none as of yet
Mate: none as of yet
Offspring: none as of yet
Appearance: Valentina's pelt is primarily a light cream, but her sides, upper front legs and thighs begin to blend into gold and become a deeper shade of a golden-caramel hue atop her back. Her plume is dipped in the same creamy hue as her underside, and her face is also splashed with the lighter hue across her cheeks and muzzle, as well as a tiny outline around her eyes.
The rest of her face is golden, including a strip from her nose to her forehead which divides the cream of her maw. Her ears are the deeper hue of caramel like her back, and there is a touch of caramel above the cream around her eyes and the tip of her nose. Her eyes are a smooth amber that stand out brilliantly from her lighter-colored face, but match the rest of her pelt.
Her body is a fair size, trim but smaller than most, although her thick fur makes her seem a bit larger than she really is. However, she is apt to become larger with age, as she is still fairly young. Her long legs are well-defined, as the fur is not as long here, but make it clear she is not really strong. Rather, she is built for speed and endurance as most wolves are, and her well-proportioned but slightly small feet make her extremely quick and agile.
She can move with the elegant grace of wolven thrice her age with ease whenever she wishes to impress, but Valentina chooses to walk with a spring in her step like a playful pup, and has the tendency to do random dance moves, including twirls and jumps, when she is a very good mood.
Personality: Valentina is quite possibly the most optimistic wolf you've ever met. Reputation is not a big concern for her; she chooses fun over pride. She can always be found with a smile on her face and usually humming a made-up tune, or dancing or chasing something with no intentions of catching it. Once in her travels she pursued a rabbit for twenty miles, always within springing distance of it, across a tundra in the span of two days. She is extremely playful, and oddly hates mud but loves splashing in the rain.
In these senses she acts a lot like a pup, but underneath the naive outer shell lies a more complex wolf. Valentina learned a great many things from her grandmother, both locking away and utilizing the knowledge of a whole other life. Despite how playful she acts, she is a very deep thinker with the training and knowledge of two alphas.
She can seem as shallow as a puddle and simple as rain, but believes that if ever anyone truly needed to call upon her intelligence for advice, that they should see that she is not as ignorant as she tends to lead most to believe.
Not that she purposely tries to act foolish...She just likes having fun.
She moves at her own pace, whatever that happens to be at any given moment, and is a serious daydreamer, often getting lost in the depths of her own mind. The only time she is not smiling, other than when she is sleeping, is when she is daydreaming, during which she can be found laying perfectly still, save for the tip of her tail, which will twitch to an unheard tune inside Valentina's head, and her dreamy golden eyes that will blink and seem as though she is observing some invisible thing before her.
History: Valentina continually has to remind herself to be respectful to other wolves, because she realizes that sometimes her playful side gets ahead of her. This is because up until the Misty Moores, Valentina never had to show respect or submission. She knew how, of course, her father had taught her well, but Valentina was an alphen heir. Her pack, hundreds of years old, consisted of fifty or so wolves. It never migrated, but remained close to the coast. Her mother, Rose, looked exactly like Valentina, except her all-over colour was a few shades lighter, and her eyes were a deep, compassionate chocolate. She, too, had left her pack, much like Valentina had, and found Valentina's sire, Malcious Delicia, already the alpha of the pack, as he was the only son of the former alpha and alphaess. His own father however, had been killed in a moosehunt, and since the Malcious's dam was getting too old to lead such a large pack, though highly respected, she passed the title on to her only son.
Malcious and Rose's offspring were four pups; Valentina and Laion, the only two of their first litter, and Rosie and Malcom, the only two of their second litter, named for Rose and Malcious.
Valentina, being first-born, was chosen to be the next alphaess, and so she never had to show submission to any other member of the pack, since other than her own parents, she was highest ranking, and her parent never commanded it from her.
As she grew, Valentina trained to be an aplhaess from Malcious, and though she proved to be an excellent leader, her heart just never seemed to be in it. She was much happier mingling with the pack, regardless of stat, and playing with pups on the beach. She was particularly fond of Rosie and Malcom, who were both only three months old when she left.
Late one night when Valentina was just five months old, after an intensive day of training with her father, the golden pup wandered down to the ocean's edge to contemplate, as exhausted as she was, she felt she really needed to sort things out.
Lately the smile had been missing from her face, and the light gone from her eyes. It felt as though she had a thorn in heart she couldn't shake loose.
She sat at the waters edge, watching the moon highlighting the tips of the waves. She sighed and laid down, resting her head on her small paws and sniffling. Her grandmother, quiet as a spirit, emerged from the trail through the tall grasses that lead to the beach, and sat silently next to the pup.
Her fur, once hues of a rich brown, had grown pure white with age, and her eyes the milky-blue of the sightless. She spoke quietly, wisdom behind every word. Her voice never ceased to amaze Valentina, but comforted her at the same time.
"What troubles you, by little one?" she asked. Valentina replied without looking at her. "Grandmother," she said softly. "I think...what I need to be happy is not here anymore." She sat up and stared at her feet ashamedly. She knew Malcious and Rose would be dissapointed that she felt this way, after all the hard work and dedication her father had put into turning her into a leader. "I don't want to be an alpha."
The small breeze that had been ruffling their fur died, and the night fell completely silent, except for the ocean calmly lapping at the smooth stones on the beach. "I knew when you were born...that your heart did not lie with us." the white wolf said. "You could have the world if you stayed here. What many wolves could only dream of. Your own pack." she turned to Valentina, and she had the distinct feeling that her grandmother's sightless eyes were seeing more than she could ever imagine of her own. "But is it not true, that you would rather see the world, than own it?"
They sat in silence for a moment, then the white wolf rose slowly to her feet and began to walk back up the beach to the soft brown grass swaying silently. Valentina continued to stare out across the steely, black ocean, then shouted back to her grandmother, turning her head to look over her shoulder. "Wait! How could you tell when you can't even see, that I was in so much pain when even my own parents could not?"
The great white wolf stopped, turning her head back to the small golden pup. Valentina slowly padded up to her and sat beside her, her head hung low and her ears back. Even when she was standing as tall as she could, the top of Valentina's head did not even come to her grandmother's shoulder. "My dear," the white wolf said, her quiet qords barely above a whisper. "Your soul is fading. Keep training with my son. It will prepare you for your journey. On the eve of your first birthday, you will be ready to leave us. No one will try to stop you."
She then wandered stiffly the rest of the way up the beach and dissapeared into the grass. For a while her trail could be traced with the tips of the grass moving to mark her path, but then she became too far away to see and the pup felt alone again.
Valentina sat motionless, her tail twitching and her eyes staring blankly. Leave? How can I leave? I know I'm not happy here, but...could I bring myself to just set out and travel alone? The thought had never crossed her mind before. She got up and padded wearily back to her pack, where she curled up next to her mother's warm body and fell asleep. She could do it. But until it was time to go, it would be her and grandmother's little secret.
For the next five months Valentina trained much more intesively, ignoring her body's cries for rest. Her heart was in it again, and her father was delighted with her progress. She even trained when she was not around him, deep into the night, and on the swhooglewhatsit by the ocean. The time to leave came quicker than she had hoped.
Her parents were surprisingly supportive. Her mother was perhaps more sensitive on the case because she had done the same thing when she was younger. Malcious, however, seemed positively heartbroken, but was a caring father and knew Valentina had her heart set on this. The huge maogany alpha stared at her wearily, running the matter over in his head, before he sighed defeatedly and nodded his permission for her to go. Valentina spent the day personally bidding every pack member good-bye, and by sundown found herself before her pack, all of them lined up side by side to watch her go.
Many had their heads hung low, and all the pups were whimpering. Rosie and Malcom sat leaing against Valentina's legs quietly, their ears back and staring up at her sadly. Rosie whimpered and nuzzed her leg, and Malcom, trying to be brave, laid down and rested his tiny muzzle on Valentina's paw, silent sniffles betraying him.
The alphas sat in the middle of the line, watching their daughter sadly, the great whit wolf sitting tall and stone-still next to her son. Valentina was extremely torn. There was no turning back now, and part of her wanted badly to cry and run back to her mother, while the other half was excited to leave and see the world.
This was what she wanted to do. Had to do. She had to see the world, to experience life; it was the only way she could be happy again. She looked down at Rosie and Malcom, smiled bravely, then looked back to her pack. She felt she had to say something, but...no words came to mind. She was leaving them, probably never coming back, abandoning them as far as they were concerned...what was there to say?
A thick silence had falen over the wolves like a wet blanket. Even the pups had stopped crying. And so the young alphen heir did the only thing that seemed apropriate; she threw her head back and let out a long, piercing howl, strong and beautiful and lonely all at the same time. It shattered the silence like glass. At first it was dead silent, and the single howl seemed eerie, but then Malcom, having never howled before in his entire life, backed away from Valentina, then threw his head back as well and out his own tiny shrill note. Then Rosie joined in, then Rose and Malcious's strong voices joining their children's. Laion ran out of the line to stand before his sister and howl, and then the whle entire pack of fifty eight wolves chimed in, creating a hauntingly unmistakable chorus. Valentina's note wavered and faded, and she looked at the rest of the pack still howling for her. Malcious's deep and powerful howl soared above the rest.
Valentina smiled ear to ear at them. That had said it all, she thought, and rose to her feet. She turned swiftly and bounded away, their howls engulfing her. She ran for miles and miles without looking back, until she could no longer hear their voices. She stopped, looking down at her feet, then looked at the endless horizon infront of her. Her tail waved behind her, and she stared determinedly at the scarlet sky, brightening to orange as the sun rose. She would see it all, and she had no regrets.
Her past would not be as haunting or tortured as other wolves, for she would always have a family to return to. Laion would make a great alpha, she thought, and started to hum.
She took off, smiling and bouncing along an undefined trail that in one year would bring her to the Misty Moors, singing and twirling every now and again under the fiery dawn, while deep in the recesses of her mind the song that she hummed to was the voice of her pack ushering her on.
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Age: 2 summers
Gender: female
Rank: none as of yet
Mate: none as of yet
Offspring: none as of yet
Appearance: Valentina's pelt is primarily a light cream, but her sides, upper front legs and thighs begin to blend into gold and become a deeper shade of a golden-caramel hue atop her back. Her plume is dipped in the same creamy hue as her underside, and her face is also splashed with the lighter hue across her cheeks and muzzle, as well as a tiny outline around her eyes.
The rest of her face is golden, including a strip from her nose to her forehead which divides the cream of her maw. Her ears are the deeper hue of caramel like her back, and there is a touch of caramel above the cream around her eyes and the tip of her nose. Her eyes are a smooth amber that stand out brilliantly from her lighter-colored face, but match the rest of her pelt.
Her body is a fair size, trim but smaller than most, although her thick fur makes her seem a bit larger than she really is. However, she is apt to become larger with age, as she is still fairly young. Her long legs are well-defined, as the fur is not as long here, but make it clear she is not really strong. Rather, she is built for speed and endurance as most wolves are, and her well-proportioned but slightly small feet make her extremely quick and agile.
She can move with the elegant grace of wolven thrice her age with ease whenever she wishes to impress, but Valentina chooses to walk with a spring in her step like a playful pup, and has the tendency to do random dance moves, including twirls and jumps, when she is a very good mood.
Personality: Valentina is quite possibly the most optimistic wolf you've ever met. Reputation is not a big concern for her; she chooses fun over pride. She can always be found with a smile on her face and usually humming a made-up tune, or dancing or chasing something with no intentions of catching it. Once in her travels she pursued a rabbit for twenty miles, always within springing distance of it, across a tundra in the span of two days. She is extremely playful, and oddly hates mud but loves splashing in the rain.
In these senses she acts a lot like a pup, but underneath the naive outer shell lies a more complex wolf. Valentina learned a great many things from her grandmother, both locking away and utilizing the knowledge of a whole other life. Despite how playful she acts, she is a very deep thinker with the training and knowledge of two alphas.
She can seem as shallow as a puddle and simple as rain, but believes that if ever anyone truly needed to call upon her intelligence for advice, that they should see that she is not as ignorant as she tends to lead most to believe.
Not that she purposely tries to act foolish...She just likes having fun.
She moves at her own pace, whatever that happens to be at any given moment, and is a serious daydreamer, often getting lost in the depths of her own mind. The only time she is not smiling, other than when she is sleeping, is when she is daydreaming, during which she can be found laying perfectly still, save for the tip of her tail, which will twitch to an unheard tune inside Valentina's head, and her dreamy golden eyes that will blink and seem as though she is observing some invisible thing before her.
History: Valentina continually has to remind herself to be respectful to other wolves, because she realizes that sometimes her playful side gets ahead of her. This is because up until the Misty Moores, Valentina never had to show respect or submission. She knew how, of course, her father had taught her well, but Valentina was an alphen heir. Her pack, hundreds of years old, consisted of fifty or so wolves. It never migrated, but remained close to the coast. Her mother, Rose, looked exactly like Valentina, except her all-over colour was a few shades lighter, and her eyes were a deep, compassionate chocolate. She, too, had left her pack, much like Valentina had, and found Valentina's sire, Malcious Delicia, already the alpha of the pack, as he was the only son of the former alpha and alphaess. His own father however, had been killed in a moosehunt, and since the Malcious's dam was getting too old to lead such a large pack, though highly respected, she passed the title on to her only son.
Malcious and Rose's offspring were four pups; Valentina and Laion, the only two of their first litter, and Rosie and Malcom, the only two of their second litter, named for Rose and Malcious.
Valentina, being first-born, was chosen to be the next alphaess, and so she never had to show submission to any other member of the pack, since other than her own parents, she was highest ranking, and her parent never commanded it from her.
As she grew, Valentina trained to be an aplhaess from Malcious, and though she proved to be an excellent leader, her heart just never seemed to be in it. She was much happier mingling with the pack, regardless of stat, and playing with pups on the beach. She was particularly fond of Rosie and Malcom, who were both only three months old when she left.
Late one night when Valentina was just five months old, after an intensive day of training with her father, the golden pup wandered down to the ocean's edge to contemplate, as exhausted as she was, she felt she really needed to sort things out.
Lately the smile had been missing from her face, and the light gone from her eyes. It felt as though she had a thorn in heart she couldn't shake loose.
She sat at the waters edge, watching the moon highlighting the tips of the waves. She sighed and laid down, resting her head on her small paws and sniffling. Her grandmother, quiet as a spirit, emerged from the trail through the tall grasses that lead to the beach, and sat silently next to the pup.
Her fur, once hues of a rich brown, had grown pure white with age, and her eyes the milky-blue of the sightless. She spoke quietly, wisdom behind every word. Her voice never ceased to amaze Valentina, but comforted her at the same time.
"What troubles you, by little one?" she asked. Valentina replied without looking at her. "Grandmother," she said softly. "I think...what I need to be happy is not here anymore." She sat up and stared at her feet ashamedly. She knew Malcious and Rose would be dissapointed that she felt this way, after all the hard work and dedication her father had put into turning her into a leader. "I don't want to be an alpha."
The small breeze that had been ruffling their fur died, and the night fell completely silent, except for the ocean calmly lapping at the smooth stones on the beach. "I knew when you were born...that your heart did not lie with us." the white wolf said. "You could have the world if you stayed here. What many wolves could only dream of. Your own pack." she turned to Valentina, and she had the distinct feeling that her grandmother's sightless eyes were seeing more than she could ever imagine of her own. "But is it not true, that you would rather see the world, than own it?"
They sat in silence for a moment, then the white wolf rose slowly to her feet and began to walk back up the beach to the soft brown grass swaying silently. Valentina continued to stare out across the steely, black ocean, then shouted back to her grandmother, turning her head to look over her shoulder. "Wait! How could you tell when you can't even see, that I was in so much pain when even my own parents could not?"
The great white wolf stopped, turning her head back to the small golden pup. Valentina slowly padded up to her and sat beside her, her head hung low and her ears back. Even when she was standing as tall as she could, the top of Valentina's head did not even come to her grandmother's shoulder. "My dear," the white wolf said, her quiet qords barely above a whisper. "Your soul is fading. Keep training with my son. It will prepare you for your journey. On the eve of your first birthday, you will be ready to leave us. No one will try to stop you."
She then wandered stiffly the rest of the way up the beach and dissapeared into the grass. For a while her trail could be traced with the tips of the grass moving to mark her path, but then she became too far away to see and the pup felt alone again.
Valentina sat motionless, her tail twitching and her eyes staring blankly. Leave? How can I leave? I know I'm not happy here, but...could I bring myself to just set out and travel alone? The thought had never crossed her mind before. She got up and padded wearily back to her pack, where she curled up next to her mother's warm body and fell asleep. She could do it. But until it was time to go, it would be her and grandmother's little secret.
For the next five months Valentina trained much more intesively, ignoring her body's cries for rest. Her heart was in it again, and her father was delighted with her progress. She even trained when she was not around him, deep into the night, and on the swhooglewhatsit by the ocean. The time to leave came quicker than she had hoped.
Her parents were surprisingly supportive. Her mother was perhaps more sensitive on the case because she had done the same thing when she was younger. Malcious, however, seemed positively heartbroken, but was a caring father and knew Valentina had her heart set on this. The huge maogany alpha stared at her wearily, running the matter over in his head, before he sighed defeatedly and nodded his permission for her to go. Valentina spent the day personally bidding every pack member good-bye, and by sundown found herself before her pack, all of them lined up side by side to watch her go.
Many had their heads hung low, and all the pups were whimpering. Rosie and Malcom sat leaing against Valentina's legs quietly, their ears back and staring up at her sadly. Rosie whimpered and nuzzed her leg, and Malcom, trying to be brave, laid down and rested his tiny muzzle on Valentina's paw, silent sniffles betraying him.
The alphas sat in the middle of the line, watching their daughter sadly, the great whit wolf sitting tall and stone-still next to her son. Valentina was extremely torn. There was no turning back now, and part of her wanted badly to cry and run back to her mother, while the other half was excited to leave and see the world.
This was what she wanted to do. Had to do. She had to see the world, to experience life; it was the only way she could be happy again. She looked down at Rosie and Malcom, smiled bravely, then looked back to her pack. She felt she had to say something, but...no words came to mind. She was leaving them, probably never coming back, abandoning them as far as they were concerned...what was there to say?
A thick silence had falen over the wolves like a wet blanket. Even the pups had stopped crying. And so the young alphen heir did the only thing that seemed apropriate; she threw her head back and let out a long, piercing howl, strong and beautiful and lonely all at the same time. It shattered the silence like glass. At first it was dead silent, and the single howl seemed eerie, but then Malcom, having never howled before in his entire life, backed away from Valentina, then threw his head back as well and out his own tiny shrill note. Then Rosie joined in, then Rose and Malcious's strong voices joining their children's. Laion ran out of the line to stand before his sister and howl, and then the whle entire pack of fifty eight wolves chimed in, creating a hauntingly unmistakable chorus. Valentina's note wavered and faded, and she looked at the rest of the pack still howling for her. Malcious's deep and powerful howl soared above the rest.
Valentina smiled ear to ear at them. That had said it all, she thought, and rose to her feet. She turned swiftly and bounded away, their howls engulfing her. She ran for miles and miles without looking back, until she could no longer hear their voices. She stopped, looking down at her feet, then looked at the endless horizon infront of her. Her tail waved behind her, and she stared determinedly at the scarlet sky, brightening to orange as the sun rose. She would see it all, and she had no regrets.
Her past would not be as haunting or tortured as other wolves, for she would always have a family to return to. Laion would make a great alpha, she thought, and started to hum.
She took off, smiling and bouncing along an undefined trail that in one year would bring her to the Misty Moors, singing and twirling every now and again under the fiery dawn, while deep in the recesses of her mind the song that she hummed to was the voice of her pack ushering her on.
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