Jan 19, 2015 14:35:05 GMT -5
Post by Rott on Jan 19, 2015 14:35:05 GMT -5
"Some folk we never forget, some kind we never forgive."
this is me in the flesh,
taste the sky,
AGE: 2 years, 9 months.
BREED: Artic Wolf x Ethopian Wolf
HEIGHT: 24 in.
APPEARANCE: As a slave, naturally she doesn't have the cleanest appearance. Though under all the grime is a white coat, a few cream patches here and there. Her fur is medium length, it could probably be longer if it were healthier. She is a slender, petite wolf. Being rather short, her legs seem to long for her body and her short medium also seems odd. Her head is in proportion with her torso, supported by a slender neck that's surrounded by her thick collar fur. Her eyes are a vibrant amber/brown, that reflect the light more noticeably than most. Atop her head are two triangular ears, lined with darker brown fur on the inside. She has a timid way of moving her body; a sort of uncanny grace that enables her to move silently and undetected throughout her daily life. The ridge of her back is darker, the fur is thicker there still from her winter coat.
thoughts that make me go insane,
Slavery was not all she knew. She once knew the taste of freedom; her sire being a Dominor. Some of her childhood was filled with happy memories, she played and ate full meals.. up until she was traded along with her siblings to a different pack. She has long since forgotten of those blissful days, but they reside deep in her being. She was not always what she is now.
Being a slave really makes you appreciate the little things. Her biggest goal is to stay alive, until she is old enough to run away and survive on her own. Even if her day has been absolutely dreadful, she tries to cheer herself up by reminding herself that she is breathing and as long as she wills herself, she will live. Naturally, Milis is a sweet and kind individual. (Her name literally means sweet) She has a genuine heart of gold, wishing nothing but good luck for others. Though, her life influences her mindset. As a slave, she is forced to think about herself and be more selfish than she ever wanted to be. Its survival, and it hurts her, but she's gone numb to the sting of ruining her own morality.
all over my shoulder,
FATHER: Archaelius; unkown.
MOTHER: Yesvette; unkown.
SIBLINGS: Donnavette; brother, unkown.
Rua; sister, unkown.
Alki; brother, unkown.
HISTORY:Yesvette was a beautiful wolf. Fur as white as snow, eyes as blue as the sky, body as delicate as a feather. To every slave master she's been owned by, they simply put her off to the side. It was such a shame to ruin such a gorgeous she-wolf. She eventually came to be under Archaelius's rule. The Dominor bought her solely to be by his side. Yesvette knew of her beauty, and she relished in the glory of it. She manipulated anyone at every chance she got, whether it be scoring a bit of meat (though she didn't need it) or even take revenge on someone who had wronged her. Archallaelius loved his fiesty lover, and could never let her go. Then, it became apparent she was carrying his pups. Her belly round and impending, Archaelius grew nervous. He'd never liked pups, never wanted them. Pups would take Yesvette away from him. Archaelius let her give birth to them, and he was smitten with all four. Donnavette was the firstborn. He was given his name for his white coat and dainty figure, like his mother. Rua was red furred, much like her father. Alki was the biggest of the pups, taking on a darker shade of red from his father. Then came Milis. Milis earned her named from her caring personality, and her white coat. Though he loved his pups, he noticed that Yesvette gave him less affection. She was always worried over the four little bugs. Archaelius meant to fix that very quick. He took the four at 2 months old, and traded them for adult slaves. Yesvette wasn't as saddened as a mother should be. Actually, she was much more eager to get back to her handsome lover than deal with four squalling pests.
This is were Milis's story as a slave begins. When she was traded, her and her siblings were split apart. That was the last time she saw them, and she really doesn't remember them to much since she was only young. Milis was traded to a Dominor was a small pack, and life there was pretty nice. She ate good meals, she worked steadily, and she got along well with the other slaves. She lived comfortably for 6 months, until she was traded again. Her new owner was wretched. He was a well off Dominor, leader of a large pack with a lot of slaves. Milis figured this would be fine, as she would blend in with the others. Wrong. With their master being ruthless, the slaves under him had hardened and become nasty vermin. Casualties were very common, as food was harder to come by. During Milis's first month, she tried to pick off a scrap of food..but that resulted in her beaten and battered. She now waits for most of the other slaves to finish, or for when a fight breaks out and she can sneak up there. She's been in this hell up to now. She's been scarred and kicked around until she's almost helpless, which made her master put her up for sale. Milis is sick with anxious feelings, absolutely sure her new home will be worse than the last.