Post by Sphuul on Jul 16, 2013 23:50:47 GMT -5
MAVEN
"Watch yourself, I'm taking over.
The cracks in the pavement won't break my stride.
I tread lightly,
I tread light.
I'm alive."
The cracks in the pavement won't break my stride.
I tread lightly,
I tread light.
I'm alive."
this is me in the flesh,
NAME: Maven
NICKNAME(S): Such a name will not be shortened or altered for simple convenience.
PRONUNCIATION: May-vin
POSITION: Dominor
taste the sky,
AGE: Four years
GENDER: Female
BREED: Timber Wolf
HEIGHT: 30 inches
APPEARANCE: At a towering 30 inches tall, Maven is certainly not the runt of the litter. Her lean build is supported by long, sinewy legs built for speed and endurance. A thick coat of ebony flows from her skin, lightened on her back and upper legs and etched on her neck with shades of brown. Amber eyes glint from her defined face, which is more often than not twisted in an expression of regal contempt and disgust. Her maw is long and slim, and she sports high cheekbones and perfectly proportioned ears. Her coat grows thicker around her neck, resembling a spiky mane in the winter, black with bits of brown painted in between. Her thick shoulders support her regal posture, sliding effortlessly into her speckled back. A line of brown fur extends to her rear, ending just before her tail. White fur peeks below her belly, and her outer thighs support a dark brown as well before fading into a deep black.
thoughts that make me go insane,
PERSONALITY: Maven is without a doubt the queen of her world. Dominating, regal, haughty and hot-tempered, she is a force to be reckoned with. She will get her way, whether through good means or bad, and refuses to take no for an answer. Not afraid to use her teeth and claws to drive her point home, she is incredibly ruthless. Common wolves are below her, and Maven will not openly address another unless it is to point out their lowliness or demand they service her. Every inch of her screams Dominor. She is extremely protective over those she believes are hers, and will utterly destroy anyone who tries to harm them. All bite and plenty of bark, Maven will follow through with her threats if she believes they are deserved. Or if she wants to. Common frivolity does not fly with her around, and every word she speaks is heavily laced with sarcasm. Insults are commonly bounced off her tongue and her wit is beyond measure.
all over my shoulder,
FATHER: Aksel
MOTHER: Helina
SIBLINGS: Briar
HISTORY: Birthed from the alphess of a rather large pack beyond the border of Ravensbruck, Maven was immediately recognized as the future pack leader. Her brother, Briar, while matching her bodice in strength and beauty, lacked the backbone which was apparent in Maven even at puphood. She was nurtured and preened for her future rule, and she was never for want. Her tongue grew sharp as she grew older, filling out her lean frame and growing her full pelt. lashing out at whoever stood in her way of anything. The female quickly gained a reputation, feared and respected among her packmates.
Disquiet rose within the ranks as time went by. Fights mysteriously broke out, past allies turning on one another. Briar, who had been able to recruit muscle to hide behind, eventually rebelled against Maven and her parents, foaming at the mouth in rage as he was overlooked for leadership. They were cast out, and Maven, lacking compassion or remorse for her parents, branched out on her own. Without followers or protectors, she grew hardy and strong, learning to defend herself on her own. Time went by with the female eventually wandering into Ravensbruck territory, and she decided to settle and recreate what she had lost.