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StellaLuna SkyWind Captain
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 Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2012 12:51 pm
 ✖ Mana ✖ （Mountain Pack）（Hunter） Stellaluna Skywind " Good is evil, And therefore all evil is good "
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filler＇＇the basics ；When I was born...
Believe it or not, I am 《Two》,
and I am currently at the rank of《Hunter》
I have 《Female》 parts on me.
《I can't tell you who》 currently holds my heart.
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filler＇＇Digging deeper ；A little more detail about my existence...
I've been known to like...
~ Running, Attacking Prey, Snuggling, Mountain Pack, Hunting
And these things make me bare my teeth..
~ Getting in trouble, Disappointing Pack members, Missing the kill, Failing on a hunt
These things make me want to hide...
~ Dakota's Wrath, Getting Mauled by prey, Exile
This is who I truly am...
I am nice person. I am not as angry as my other pack members. I like to think I keep my calm quite well. if there wee ambassadors of peace for the Mountain pack. I could probably be one, unless it comes to a kill. If I'm facing a kill, then it's all i see. All the blood running through it, the meat upon it's frail bones. And then I can smell the fear it has, looking frantically for me, and I can run, and make a snap, and then go for the... oh I'm sorry! I suppose on a hunt, I can get a little bloodthirsty, but aside from that, I like the rest of the pack. I like their company, even if they can be a little hot headed and angry, but Dakota scares the piss out of me, just don't tell him i said so! he might get angry at me. I take care of who I can. I'm just a bit more carefree.
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filler＇＇Down under ；This seems so long ago...
It all started when...
I was born to the mountain pack. My mother and father were good Scouts. They were some of the best in the pack. Mother told me father and herself were sort of revered for their noses. I don't know how much to believe, because Mother tended to exaggerate when it came to father. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised at this. My mother and father were before Dakota's time. Before he was an alpha. They watched him grow, and told me fierce stories about his size and his capabilities form his young age. that might be a factor in why I fear him as I do. Of course, that wouldn't be the only reason. Growing up, Dakota was always there. Always in the pack, always the alpha, always laying down the law. i shouldn't be so surprised. he is an alpha. One doe not contest the wishes of their alpha, no matter the situation. That's how I was raised, and taught, but that is not always how things would be.
One day, father came back from a scouting, displeased with something. He wasn't fond of something the Alpha had done. It was not like my father to be this way. My father, who taught me to always respect and accept an Alpha's decision. No. This was not my father at all. He contested the alpha. Contested what Dakota had done. It was public. There was no going back. Father had broken the utmost respect. The law of never questioning the alpha. This angered the alpha. that much was certain. Just a pup, a few moons into existence, my father was cast out of the pack. My mother, though her heart yearned for her mate, did not go to him. Did not speak a word. She watched him leave with heavy heart, as if she knew what it would do to herself and me, if she went after her mate. My father must have spoken to my mother, because when I tried to gain more information on this happening, my other dismissed it saying that all would be fine. It was if she wasn't concerned with his leaving at all. As if she would go and see him.
She began taking longer during the days, when she scouted. She would come home later, and though she never smelled of my father, I could not help but think that was where she was going. Many others must have too, because one day, my mother went out, and never returned. Maybe she thought I was old enough to manage on my own? I was almost a year at that point. I knew the rules of the pack. That must have been it. I managed for myself, learning the rough ways of the pack that I had not noticed before. It was tight knit. Everyone cared for each other. This knowledge helped me carry on, and manage myself. I knew, if anything happened to me, that someone might care enough to mourn me, even though my parents were no longer here to do such. When my year finally came, I went out on a hunt. I excelled. Something I hadn't expected. i had thought I would be just as my parents were; scouts. I did not expect to come back a huntress, but there was a certain thrill I found in stalking prey. Watching fear leap into it's senses as it caught my scent, and then pouncing upon it when it was too late for escape. It was something marvelous.
I was made a hunter. I was given the job of bringing food into the pack. This was something I was good at. Something I could do without issue. I was an excellent hunter. I could do this simple task. Then I would never disappoint my alpha in the way my parents had. I wouldn't see his anger directed at me. I wouldn't see a scary fate such as exile. Since that point in time, I have striven to do my best, leading hunts, and bringing back food to feed the pack. Now that the Alpha has chosen a new mate, I will double my efforts, making sure I do not incur either of their wraths.Potema is a lovely Alpha fae, and of course, I respect her, but I will always fear Dakota to my core, which is probably as it should be.
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2012 12:52 pm
 ✖ Seto ✖ （Forest Pack）（Elder） Stellaluna Skywind " All noble enthusiasms pass through a feverish stage, and grow wiser and more serene "
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filler＇＇the basics ；When I was born...
Believe it or not, I am 《Eight》,
and I am currently at the rank of《Elder》
I have 《Male》 parts on me.
《The Deceased》 currently holds my heart.
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filler＇＇Digging deeper ；A little more detail about my existence...
I've been known to like...
~ Sleep; Intelligent Conversation; Good Command; Giving Sagely Advice
And these things make me bare my teeth..
~ Disrespect to those with power; Disrespect to Elders; Overly Animated wolves in the morning; Lack of Sleep
These things make me want to hide...
~ Exile from Pack; The loss of another Alpha female or pups
This is who I truly am...
I am wise. However, I am old. This makes me tired, grumpy, and lazy. I do not miss a chance to offer sagely advice to the wolves of my pack who ask for it. I am not overly energetic. I do not like to go on long runs. I do not like to jump around and frolic in fields, or through the tress of the forest. I prefer to be stationary and alone, unless I am giving advice of course. I am quite helpful if I like you. If I do not like you, I will make it plain for you. I am kind, though a bit less patient then I used to be. Overall, it comes down to me liking you. If I like you, then I am enjoyable, lazy company If i do not like you, then you better high tail it off my patch of grass.
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filler＇＇Down under ；This seems so long ago...
It all started when...
I was born many years ago into the Forest Pack. I was a great young pup in my glory days. I was strong, fierce, and I cared for the pack, and the place which I called my home. Like my parents, and siblings before me, we were warriors. A few of us were Scouts, but they're another story. They just got an exceptionally good schnoz and... well any who, I was a proud warrior, taking after my Father and Mother, as it was expected of me. I never had a desire for power. Honestly, it wasn't something that ever crossed my mind. Sure, when you're young, you have dreams and aspirations of what you'd like to be when you grow up and finally obtain a suitable job, but being an alpha was never one of the things I held in high regards or chased after with eager anticipation.
The alpha and his female were quite content with keeping the pack safe and happy. There was tons of prey, lots of land, and no one was greedy enough to try and take from the forest pack. All packs seemed to be maintaining well. I grew older, reaching a tender three. Happy. Mated. No cubs, of course, as my mate and i were both warriors with little time to spare. This would not allow cubs. Even if my legacy died with me, I would not complain. I would carry on, just as all other wolves did. I could live a life of happiness without pups to care for. To feed. To manage. My mate and I agreed on this fact, and we continued our happy lives. Time drew out, longer and longer. It was something of an enjoyment. Something that was true life. New experiences with love. New experiences as a warrior and the ever expanding pack. When i became four, there were rumors of a violent take over, with a hostile new face in the form of the Mountain Pack. This did not bother me, if the Mountain pack minded their own, and kept to themselves. I would only fight if the fight came to me. I would not risk the Forest Pack just to see this hostile new offense that the Pack boasted.
That was the same year the Alpha and his female birth a son. A Successor. Someone to watch over carefully. It was my duty to keep the pack safe, and this meant keeping the new pup safe. At all costs. And so, that was what I made my mission. My mate and I, along with the other warriors kept the den sites especially guarded as the young brute grew into himself. There was always careful eyes upon him, even if he didn't know it. However, the forest is not inhabited by just wolves. A bear mauled both alpha's on an outing, and took my mate as well. With that loss weighing heavy upon my aging self, I turned my attentions to keeping the young alpha brute safe at all possible costs, even if he was not aware of it himself. Of course, Todd was more then capable of protecting himself. When his parents died, he stepped into the role of Alpha, taking a childhood friend with him as his mate. It was a good match. That was something beneficial for the young brute. It gave me some piece of mind, to know that at least the new alpha would have something to go to when things became too much. Of course, I did whatever I could to make things easier.
Winter came strong and fast that year. Harsher then he'd ever been. The alpha fae had just given birth. She'd lost two. Prey was damn near nowhere to be found. What we managed to bring back was scarce. Everyone was trying to survive the winter. The beta's were doing their best. Everyone was trying, but two of the alpha's first litter were lost. Two and his fae were left. The Mountain wolves came, and ate the grown fae's carcass bloody. the cubs were nowhere to be found. Blood was everywhere. Death was the only conclusion. It hit the alpha, and the pack hard. It was on that day, that I decided, if I ever had the chance, even if I was old, frail, and dying of something I couldn't help, if I ever saw the Alpha of the Mountain Pack, I would take him on in a fight to kill. I would use my last breath to make sure he had gone down with me. I would never allow such things to happen again. I would never let the Mountain wolves again take a fae and her cubs from the forest pack.
Time's gone on, I've gotten old. Good old Alpha boy Todd has found himself another fine mate, who's had two litters now. The first one, making a little pack princess, Elliyon. The second, two fine pups. Young Jenna and Soren. I'm just the crazy old bat who hangs onto the past. The good old things from the Forest pack of my day. The things that still leak through. I may have gotten older, but I;m still in fit enough shape to whoop a** if necessary.
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StellaLuna SkyWind Captain
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