Post by Maya on Dec 28, 2010 15:45:18 GMT -5
ZURRI
"I can see the heavens but I still hear the flames calling out my name.
At the end of it all...
Who am I living for?"
Back to Basics||
Name: Zurri
Age: Three years
Gender: Female
Pack: Leikl
Rank: Omega
Other: N/A
Short personality description: Timid, skittish, silent, and submissive.
A Quick Glance in the Mirror||
Looks/Attributes: Zurri is average in every way possible. Her weight and height may be on the smaller end of the spectrum for her species, no one really seems to notice. Then again, no one realls seems to see her in the first place. Zurri's coat is a series of gray shades across her body. The darker hues are on her back and arranged on some parts of her face. The darker grays then slowly melt into lighter shades going down her body. Around her chest and paws, the lightest of all the grays are mainly dominant.
The odd thing about Zurri is her eyes. They are a dark brown and appear almost black. Where most wolves' eyes boast their liveliness, hers is empty and devoid of all hope and the eagerness to live her life. Most find it unnerving as she looks at them without truly even digesting the world around her. To add to Zurri's off appearance, pastel pink colored scars are scattered around her body; however, are only visible when the wind blows by quickly.
Height: 27 inches at the shoulder
Weight: 82 pounds
Eyes: Dark brown, almost black
Pelt: Shades of gray
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Personality: Zurri keeps to herself, avoiding all sorts of conversations in any way she possibly can. She isn’t anti-social, but feels that she is unworthy of good conversation. She lacks in self-confidence, and if often hard on herself. She believes that she is incapable of doing numerous things just because she was told she cannot do them. Zurri avoids confrontation, and if a fight were to ensue, she would not fight back. She would just stand there and take the beating. If something verbal were to arise, Zurri would say nothing in return. She feels like she deserves whatever is to come. She is fairly soft-spoken, hardly ever raising her voice at anyone. She does not have a mean bone in her body, and cannot bring herself to yell at anyone. Infrequently, Zurri enjoys the companionship of another, but often finds herself alone. Zurri tends to follow the crowd rather than create her own path. She feels in doing so she is going to make someone upset which is not what she wants. She strives to make others happy, but her attempts seem to be futile.
Zurri is so quiet that most have assumed that she’s mute and won’t talk to her directly. ‘Yes’ and ‘no’ questions are easily responded to, and Zurri won’t speak unless directly spoken to. She refuses to speak out of turn, and hardly ever voices her opinion. It’s been suppressed countless times that she’s just given up. Zurri does have a very easy-going personality with a laid-back attitude. She believes that whatever happens, happens. She just goes with the flow, and is thankful to live the days thus far. Zurri dislikes being the center of attention, and she hates being in the limelight. She will just blend into the crowd and wish herself invisible. Zurri is fairly timid and shy to a point where it’s painfully so. To actually carry on a conversation with her is a great achievement that’s never been reached. She is extremely skittish and will jump at practically anything. A fast movement and she will react immediately.
If one were to open Zurri up to any degree, they would realize that she is a caring young female, but will still be the same. She’s gentle and quiet, keeping away from main conversations to just listen and absorb what is going on. She jumps to the worse conclusions possible without even weighing out the positives. Clearly unsure of herself and believing that she is rather unworthy of anything good, she just drifts from one place to the next, refusing to stay anywhere just because she feels like she takes advantage of a pack if she stays too long. Zurri is loyal and modest, and if she were ordered to do something, she will obey. Honesty is what Zurri prefers, and she cannot stand liars. She is fairly complex, and to gain the trust of this female will take a rather long time. All in all, Zurri is a female that tends to go underneath most wolves’ radar.
Likes:
- Being left alone
- Honesty
- Kind gestures
Dislikes:
- Physical/verbal fights
- Pain
- Being yelled at/loud noises
Strengths:
- Can run fairly fast
- Can get into small places
- Her immediate acceptance and adjustment to new places
Weaknesses:
- Lacks in physical strength
- Doesn't fight back
- Low pain tolerance
History: Since birth, life was hard for Zurri and her littermates. From the moment their ears and eyes were useful, they were told they were worthless. Her parents called them all mistakes and that they were unwanted. It was all true. Her parents were young and had no idea how to raise pups. As soon as the pups were weaned, they were placed down to the lowest rank possible - omega. Zurri and all the others had no idea why the pack attacked them on a day to day basis. They didn't understand why they couldn't return to their parents. It was at a very young age that they were forced to grow up. Being constantly told crude things, Zurri took it to heart while the others denied it. The emotional and physical scars had her confined in its prison and once the pups aged to a year and a half, most of them left. Zurri stayed behind.
She endured the wounds inflicted on her, refusing to yelp out in pain even if it pulsed through her strongly. Due to this, Zurri was kicked out. The pack wanting to hear her cry out but when she didn't, she was banished and exiled. Her parents' laughter was ever present as she took on beating after beating before she ran off into the woods. Alone and afraid, Zurri followed no determined path. Everytime she joined a pack, she was always put at omega. It was all she had known and accepted it. With her passive ways, most took advantage of that. She would not eat unless ordered to and sometimes hadn't eaten for some time until the pack allowed her to. She would not speak unless spoken to and so she faded further into the background and into being nearly forgotten.
At the age of three, Zurri left her ninth pack to search for another. She came upon the Leikl pack and was knocked down to omega. They seemed nicer. Maybe finally luck decided to be on her side but Zurri wasn't holding her breath. She is just waiting for one of them to snap and attack her and she's willing and ready.
Meet the Family||
Sire: Kavich
Dam: Quintx
Siblings: Lintar [F], Junie[M], Feliz[M], and Huntai [F]
Other relations: Plenty but she doesn't know them.
The Creator||
Name: Maya
Age: Eighteen
Other characters: Azaria and Vernado
Role play sample: Azaria felt her body tremble beneath Valkin’s steady gaze. There was not one moment in which she doubted herself. Her words and what she spoke solidified as they were offered to the atmosphere, and suspended in there to await the answer from Valkin. The silence deepening, but Azaria remained unwavering before him. Though her body almost invisibly quaked it was not out of fear. It was merely out of how she felt about the given situation. She felt as though her saying it was what was meant to happen. She made the first move, chancing all odds, and perhaps even challenging Valkin before her. Azaria felt it within her heart that her option of being Alphess was to be stated. The word still imprinted itself to her mind. She could be beside Valkin, and stand tall with the pride that would swell in the bosom of her chest to be lingering in his presence. However, she knew what she could bring to the table of the pack. Azaria could be stern, but also reason with whatever was to come. She could support and aid others in any way that it may be like having another pack member... Like she was their equal. Of course, certain situations called for the exact opposite.
Azaria’s eyes remained attached to Valkin’s blood red orbs. He leaned forwards again, pressing his nose to her muzzle. What was different that he allowed it to stay for a while longer. Her fur prickled at his very touch, and her heart once more began to beat wildly within her chest. His words slid from his mouth, the easy smile upon his lips. Azaria smiled at his words, those very words in which she was hoping and praying to hear. Her heart squeezed out of sheer joy, and she smiled at him fondly. He continued with his sentence, and Azaria listened to his words with intensity. She could feel his certainty well within her, but Azaria made note not to keep her hopes up. She had to face Forge, and whatever obstacle he wanted to give to her. She would not let it hinder her spirits, and certainly wouldn’t let Forge break them either, though she would respect the war god over anything else. Azaria could see herself alongside Valkin. It was where she belonged. It was where everything felt natural and easy, but he had that uncanny ability to make her heart flutter like thousands of butterflies that been confined to her chest. It was something that Azaria welcomed, and would embrace for as long as it stayed around.
With a gentle guidance, Valkin turned her head to the west. Howl’s Point coming to her vision, and she did not look at his face as he spoke. Her mind was already focused on his knowledge as well as trying to decide the most efficient way to reach her new destination. At the mention of the waters, Azaria made note of it. She saw the brief worry shimmer across his eyes before dissipating below the surface. She nodded when he stated that she would have to brave it alone. That was something she was used to, and that would prove to be a little feat to overcome. After being shown how it was like to be in his presence, she didn’t want to be alone. Though Azaria was comfortable with being by herself, and even now she could focus solely on Forge’s task without Valkin to distract her. He would be at the very back of her mind, and that alone was enough support she could ask for at this point. After studying the Point from where she was, she turned her head to gaze at Valkin. He leaned forward, and touched her muzzle once more, encouraging her to move forth in her journey. She smiled at him, and nudged his chest once. ”Of course, this is what I want. For as long as my soul decides to live.” Azaria’s voice was soft and pure, assuring Valkin and herself. She would not back down because she knew that these lands would anchor her here, just like Valkin had already done to her very soul. At his statement that he would stay here at this very cliff made Azaria smile at him again. ”Then I will leave, and meet up with you here. I look forward to our next reunion.” She pressed her nose against Valkin’s muzzle, savoring the caress before she drew away. With a small smile, she descended the cliff. A simple look over her shoulder once more at the gray and orange decorated male that held her heart, and at the base of the cliff, she inhaled the air.
With eyes that narrowed and determination, Azaria’s lithe form sprang to life. Speed of a sudden lope pushing her forwards from powerful hind legs. Her body stretched to its full limit to gain ground in a quick manner. Failure at this point was not an option. She would not mentally tell herself she couldn’t when she could. Then within moments, her whitened figure was gone within the depths of the forest. Her breathing was controlled, and the rhythmical pattern of her paws against the earth was all she heard. Valkin’s prior knowledge tumbling through her mind, and she was preparing herself. Her small muscle mass tightened and flexed as she overworked the land with greedy strides. Azaria pushed herself, and though how she ached for a break, she did not listen. She could go much farther than she already had. Leaves that had been unrightfully stripped away from the full canopies above crunched and rustled beneath her fast pace. She digested Valkin’s information, keeping it stored within her memory. It would prove useful to her. Her mind chanted with thirteen simple words. Do it for the good of the pack as well as for Valkin. And that caused her to surge forwards that much more.
Moments later, Azaria slowed her fast pace to leisurely jog. Her heart raced inside her, and her breathing was short and shallow. Her golden eyes sparking with intense emotions of determination, focus, as well as a bit of hardness. Azaria was not going to let herself be daunted by what she was going to experience. She would brave through the worst, and not be deterred at whatever Forge was planning for her. She came to a walk at the base of Howl’s Point. Her eyes scanning the very narrow path that led up to the top. She spotted that some spots began to crumble and fray, but Azaria placed her front paws firmly at the start of the narrow path. ”I will do this to the very end.” Her spirited and almost feisty words escaped from her mouth, and that also joined her previous chant. They reverberated within her, and she progressed further onto the path. The purity of her whitened form had now been dulled. Her underbelly now held a dark brown due to the dirt that she kicked up. Her paws and tail also taking on that similar shade. The adrenaline still pulsed through her body at a rapid pace, keeping her going. She was not even close to physical exhaustion. Golden eyes narrowed at the portion of the path that had crumbled entirely, but Azaria stopped at the very edge. She faintly listened as stray, loose components of the path skittered across the Point’s surface. With a low growl that was not out of anger, but out of the determination that pent up inside her, Azaria pushed off from her hind legs. She was suspended in the air for a moment, before gravity did not hesitate in pulling her back down.
She landed on the other side, though her right hind leg slid off the edge, but Azaria pulled herself forwards before slipping down Howl’s Point. Her nostrils flared, and as she finally managed to reach the peak, it was then that she got a full focus of what Valkin had been talking about. The white, and at times – almost transparent – vapor wafted off the water that was clearly hot. Azaria took it all in, her paws close to the edge of the very water she was expected to jump into. Glowing, golden eyes saw past the steam that attempted to cloud her vision, and spotted the small strip of land that was to be her next destination. With a snort, Azaria jumped into the waters. Her eyes focused upon that tiny island as she was in the air. As soon as her body met the liquid, she felt the heat that it obtained. It felt scalding against her skin, and she felt as though she was going to incinerate. Azaria endured it, her legs pivoting beneath her frame. She propelled herself forwards, the water intent on dragging her back, and slowing her pace. She breathed in through her mouth and out through her nose, and this worked into helping her somewhat meditate. Her heart was calm, not allowing the heat of the water to bother her. Her mind rushed with the two chants, but also mused at the heat the water consumed her with.
Azaria was encased with the water as her front paws grazed the side of the island. Excitement boiled through the surface, and she placed them onto the strip of earth. She hauled herself upwards, her muscles straining and flexing as she lifted her body up and out of the water. Her hind legs grappling at the edge, and then she smiled faintly at her succession. She panted heavily as her mind whirred with multiple emotions. She had made it. It was then that her body was slammed with the aches that the adrenaline had kept at bay. It rushed through her soaked figure, causing Azaria’s eyes to briefly contort and wince at the sudden pain she was now experiencing. This seemed very tiny compared to what she had just accomplished. Though her legs shook beneath her weight they attempted to keep her upright. Even with her slender and small height, Azaria still found it hard to ensure that she would not be claimed a victim of the waters that bubbled beneath her. She attempted to situate herself to keep her entire body on this island that was small in size, but also held the weight of the world. It was here that she sought out Forge to allow him to decide her fate. Her travel weary form drooped slightly, and just as she began to lay down, her front left paw skimmed the surface of the water. Azaria drew back quickly, and tenderly curled both her paws beneath her chest. Her position felt awkward and foreign, but sleep was still swarming around her. Azaria’s eyelids dropped, and felt too heavy to lift. She succumbed to the sleep, allowing it to wind around her body as she drifted further and further away from reality and all that she knew.
