Post by ☨ Raven ☨ on Jul 29, 2010 9:12:08 GMT -5
A massacre that took all night
They had no chance, it was no fight
You can't kill what has been killed before
»Name«
M o u r n i n g R a v e n
»Nickname«
R a v e n
»Age«
T h r e e
»Gender«
F e m a l e
»Element«
R a v e n C a l l - The ability to communicate with ravens. She has a pet one upon her shoulder, and she goes everywhere with the beast. When a battle occurs, she can summon her ravens to attack her enemies. These birds are useful for sending signals and for finding food. This gift also allows her to partial shift, meaning she can aquire raven wings upon her back, and raven talons as well as vision.
»Pack«
C r y p t o s
Rank«
B e t e s s
»Appearance«
»Eyes«
R a v e n ' s orbs are the color of the purest silver. She is not blind, but her gaze is dark and brooding. Many tend to never look her into the orbs, or have a stare off with this fae. She is a creepy beast who many tend to give space to.
»Fur«
R a v e n ' s fur is thick, and rough, tending to stick close to her form. Many don't like to touch her fur, because it isn't silky soft like other wolven's. Her fur is the color of the deepest black, with silver edges.
»Build«
R a v e n ' s build is quite her own. She is a slim beast, yet with a muscular figure. You can quiet clearly see her ribs, and the flesh is pulled tight across her skeleton frame. Yet muscles bulge from her pillars, rump, and chest. A frightening creature she is, and a powerful one at that.
»Markings/Scars«
- Silver slashes are across each orb. They are not marking's, but neither are they scars.
- Stitches go up from her jowls, black with silver slashes across them. It appears to be stitches, but in truth they are just markings.
- A stitch like mark is upon her right shoulder, blacker then her pelt with the silver slashes.
- Upon both rumps is the same stiches, but this time silver with black slashes.
»Personality«
- Insanity - It's true, I am a insane creature. I am not sane in the mind, thanks to my upbringing. When I kill other creature's, their blood dripping down my throat, I lose another piece of my mind and my soul. I am no creature of the light, and the darkness is slowly eating me away. I laugh at the cruelest of times, and turn away at the happiest. I smile when others are in pain, and grimace when other's are happy. I am edging into the abyss of insanity and no one can help me up once I fall down.
- Cruelty - When you are injured and hurt, what do you expect? Help from another wolven, or some just walk away. I do neither of these things.When you are wounded, I press my paws and ivories into your injured flesh. I poke, and bite watching your blood stream from your body, making your injuries worse. I don't care about anyone, but the sight of blood makes my heart pound and my orbs dilate. I am a cruel, cruel demoness and many have called me worse, yet I will always do this thing that causes pain.
- Bloody - I love the sight of blood. The red crimson liquid flowing in streams to make red puddles. I love the scent and the taste, my mouth watering evertime I see or scent it. Lapping at the liquid when other's bleed, and when I am wounded, my blood dripping, I do nothing to stop it. I crave the sight of blood, crave it with every cell in my body. This is why I am your bloody rose.
- Fighter - I am a fighter by heart and by spirit. If you are kind to me, watch out. I will most likely bury my ivories into your threat, and tear at your windpipe. Kindness has been no friend to me, and whenever I hear it, my control snaps and I want to feast on your flesh. I fight with every ounce of my body, craving the need to feel my muscles move under my bodice, and the feel of sinew and muscle between my jowls. If my life is threatened, I will fight. Nothing will take away my life, even though I do not value it.
- Disloyalty - Loyalty? I scoff at the word. I will never be loyal to any lupine. Yes, I will join a pack but when the leader turns his or her back, I am there ready to bring their downfall. I am a devious little bitch who does not pledge allegiance to any creature. A lupine might be her alphine, but never can they trust her. If they are attacked, she will watch without lifting a paw. If her alpha is in danger, she will bat her lashes and turn away. Never has anyone been loyal to her, so don't expect it from her.
- Rose - Why would I say that I am a rose? Oh it is quiet simple. A rose looks so beautiful, I do as well. Yet it's thorns are sharp and cut into your flesh. That is me, a beautiful creature with a black heart that will rip you to shreds. I might be a male lupines naughty fantasys but I will turn on you in a second, and make you bleed. A heartless thing I am, but hey, don't expect much from a crazed lupa like me.
- Slut - Ok here is the truth about me. I am a slut, but no whore. Never have I let a brute mate me, but that doesn't mean I am pure. I tease the brute's, flirting and batting my lashes. I say kind lyrics to them, and lure them into my trap. When they love me, or crave to mate me, I turn away from them and try to find another prey. Once my mission to seduce is done, I will find another toy to use. I don't care how I hurt them, all I crave is the fun and prizes I get out of them.
»History«
Raven was born during a very harsh winter. There was hardly no prey left on the island, all hiding from the bitter cold. Her parents were not the close knit mate kind, but bickering fools who didn't know how to raise pups. Her mother was a purebred tundra wolf with a big attitude and a prissy way. Her father was a asshole grey wolf who thought himself the strongest of all brutes. He had courted her mother, and suprisenly she hadn't turned away from him or tried to kill him. She actually liked the brute and got pregnant with his pups. During the winter, she gave birth to seven pups but only three survived. Hellewise Eagle and Raven Mocker were not adapted to hunting on their own, but managed to feed the three pups, two males and a female.
When winter passed to spring, the parents were able to hunt for the three pups and feed them. Mouring Raven was the oldest of the three, and the sole pure black one like her mother. Phantom Spectre, and Gatekeeper Soul were a mixture of honey brown and black like their father, but they had their own demonic attitude. Mourning Raven was a bitch, but with a cunning and acidic mind. Her brother's were always beside her, rebelling against their pathetic parents who could hardly do anything right. Mourning Raven let things be for awhile, but when she got older, things would get hot.
A year passed, and things changed for the five wolven. Mourning Raven had enough of her parent's, and was rebelling. She might be only a year old, but she was sick and tired of her parents yappering. She and her brother's stood as a united force to kill their father, he being the weaker of the two, a pathetic being instead of a powerful tundra wolf. Three to one, the odds against their father, he was slewn by the three young adolescents. Turning on their mother with bloodied ivories, they would have killed her as well if she had not turned tail and fled. Mourning Raven watched her mother go with brooding orbs before shaking her pelt.
Taking her two siblings, Mourning Raven headed into the forest where she met up with a cunning brute and fae. The two creature's where murder's who had fled their pack after killing the alpha's pups. Raven was hesitant at first, before joining the pack alongsie her brother's. The three young hybirds rested and healed from their wounds. After a short period of time, the two large lupines began to train the young hybrids in the way of death and destruction. Raven and Soul took to it fast, but Spectre wasn't doing as well. Yet, soon the brother joined his two older siblings and became as cunning and devious as them.
Two years passed of this training and hunting. The five lupines cause trouble but didn't do anything extreme. Raven was a deadly hybrid who taunted her brother's and usually got into a fight with the female wolven named Raksha. One day things went to far and Raven attacked the fae, tearing into her torso and causing blood to flow and seep into the terra. The brute lupine, Hellfire, looked on without blinking a orb. In a matter of seconds, Raksha was dead. Her brothers stared at the corpse, before glancing at their sister. Raven stared at the terra, orbs wide with disbelief. She had never meant to kill the fae, just put her in her place.
Raven fled her siblings and the brute, needing time alone. Keeping to the shadows, she sought answers to her blood thirsty nature but never found them. Six months passed before she finally her goodness was eaten away by insanity and the darkness claimed this fae. Causing trouble she did for six months, wondering the land with the urge to kill and cause chaos. She is the Mourning Raven, a fae to be feared and a creature who fears nothing, not even death. Raven looks for her siblings, but has not found them. One day they will meet again, and things will get bloody. Wolves? She growls and stands against them, seeing them as pathetic as her mother. Don't mess with Raven, for she is a souless beast. Now that she joined the Cryptos pack as the betess things will get hot.
»Kin(living)« Gatekeeper Soul -[Brother], Phantom Spectre-[Brother]
»Kin(deceased)« Hellewise Eagle-[Mother], Raven Mocker-[Father]
»Mate«
N e v e r
»Pups«
N O P E
