Post by Czar on Oct 2, 2006 19:43:49 GMT -5
Name:: Rukia
Age:: eternity is a long... long time.
Gender:: Female
Species of Fox:: Arctic fox
Appearance:: An ivory pelt of the lightest hue covers her lanky frame. The pelt seems to big for her body, giving the impression that she is moving within herself as she moves. The fur is luxerious and soft, the undercoat thick and dense. The silver tipped guard hairs glitter and catch in the light, making it seem that she's moving in a halo of moonlight. An ivory blaze runs down her brow and paints itself down her muzzle, carrying down across her chest and onto her belly. Her ears are rime-hued, along with the end of her tail instead of a fox's typical white splash. Her eyes are brittle yellow jewels that sparkle and dance in the light. Although her body does not speak of her age, her soul is old and seeing that the eyes are the window to the soul, they scream wisdom.
Personality:: Rather skittish and modest, Rukia is a nobody in her world. Although she is reveared amongst the foxes for her wisdom and her ability of foresight, her coveted power of eternal life makes her extra special. She would much rather avoid the limelight and become a regular vixen who has the option of avoiding contact with her own kind. But she was entrusted with being the translator between the tree and the fox. And so, she forces a smile and wears the costume of a madvixen to keep her sanity about her. Because, who in their right mind would want to live their life alongside a tree?
History::
Eltrym.
The silver tree of the wood. It has been said that the Eltrym tree is over a hundred thousand years old. It's trunk is nigh on five feet across, it's branches reach almost two stories into the air. It's branches are covered in tiny golden buds in the spring, which burst into bloom in late summer and early fall. The fragrance from these tiny white flowers, Lunar Blooms, is so magnetic that it draws all the woodland animals to it's clearing each fall, each one in a trance-like state. There is no killing on the day the flowers fall to the ground in death. They bloom only for three sacred days where all animals fast and only sit in a ring around the Eltrym tree. Concerns are adressed each day, singing and such carring ons are at night. But when the flowers fall, each animal mourns and goes on it's way. The next day, each animal is out to try and replace the empty hunger knawing at it from the three days of fasting.
The tree is thought to bestow powers upon those it and the Keeper deem worthy.
Rukia
A silver vixen with her trademark blaze down her snout. She's a small, flighty thing. Her body light, swift and slender. She bends in the wind instead of standing ridgid like her befriended tree. She happened upon the Eltrym tree when it was only a sapling sprouting it's first buds. She was caught under the spell as a young whelp. The power the tree bestowed upon her was eternal life, which the tree also gave itself. The tree speaks in whispering giggles, only deciphered by Rukia. None can translate the achient language of trees save those who where there thousands of years before to learn from the first speaking tree. Each animal that comes forth to the tree and its Keeper upon entering Eltrym is blessed, or cursed with a power. Often times the power is the deciding factor between the lights, darks and neutrals. Good powers given to those pure of heart, Cruel intentions placed upon darklings and peacekeeping ways handed to the neutrals.
The Legacy
Rukia has never been seen outside the clearing where the Eltrym grows. It's a sacred little grove hidden in the midst of the trees so tall, their shadows cast a never-ending darkness on the ground. How the tree grows is unknown, but the Lunar flowers revel in the darkness, for they only bloom at night. If one dies, so shall the other, which is why Eltrym gave Rukia eternal life. They shall be here forever more, in the shaded wood, listening to the whispering voices of the trees who's voices still can make themselves heard.
Pack or Loner:: Loner... unless a tree counts as family
Age:: eternity is a long... long time.
Gender:: Female
Species of Fox:: Arctic fox
Appearance:: An ivory pelt of the lightest hue covers her lanky frame. The pelt seems to big for her body, giving the impression that she is moving within herself as she moves. The fur is luxerious and soft, the undercoat thick and dense. The silver tipped guard hairs glitter and catch in the light, making it seem that she's moving in a halo of moonlight. An ivory blaze runs down her brow and paints itself down her muzzle, carrying down across her chest and onto her belly. Her ears are rime-hued, along with the end of her tail instead of a fox's typical white splash. Her eyes are brittle yellow jewels that sparkle and dance in the light. Although her body does not speak of her age, her soul is old and seeing that the eyes are the window to the soul, they scream wisdom.
Personality:: Rather skittish and modest, Rukia is a nobody in her world. Although she is reveared amongst the foxes for her wisdom and her ability of foresight, her coveted power of eternal life makes her extra special. She would much rather avoid the limelight and become a regular vixen who has the option of avoiding contact with her own kind. But she was entrusted with being the translator between the tree and the fox. And so, she forces a smile and wears the costume of a madvixen to keep her sanity about her. Because, who in their right mind would want to live their life alongside a tree?
History::
Eltrym.
The silver tree of the wood. It has been said that the Eltrym tree is over a hundred thousand years old. It's trunk is nigh on five feet across, it's branches reach almost two stories into the air. It's branches are covered in tiny golden buds in the spring, which burst into bloom in late summer and early fall. The fragrance from these tiny white flowers, Lunar Blooms, is so magnetic that it draws all the woodland animals to it's clearing each fall, each one in a trance-like state. There is no killing on the day the flowers fall to the ground in death. They bloom only for three sacred days where all animals fast and only sit in a ring around the Eltrym tree. Concerns are adressed each day, singing and such carring ons are at night. But when the flowers fall, each animal mourns and goes on it's way. The next day, each animal is out to try and replace the empty hunger knawing at it from the three days of fasting.
The tree is thought to bestow powers upon those it and the Keeper deem worthy.
Rukia
A silver vixen with her trademark blaze down her snout. She's a small, flighty thing. Her body light, swift and slender. She bends in the wind instead of standing ridgid like her befriended tree. She happened upon the Eltrym tree when it was only a sapling sprouting it's first buds. She was caught under the spell as a young whelp. The power the tree bestowed upon her was eternal life, which the tree also gave itself. The tree speaks in whispering giggles, only deciphered by Rukia. None can translate the achient language of trees save those who where there thousands of years before to learn from the first speaking tree. Each animal that comes forth to the tree and its Keeper upon entering Eltrym is blessed, or cursed with a power. Often times the power is the deciding factor between the lights, darks and neutrals. Good powers given to those pure of heart, Cruel intentions placed upon darklings and peacekeeping ways handed to the neutrals.
The Legacy
Rukia has never been seen outside the clearing where the Eltrym grows. It's a sacred little grove hidden in the midst of the trees so tall, their shadows cast a never-ending darkness on the ground. How the tree grows is unknown, but the Lunar flowers revel in the darkness, for they only bloom at night. If one dies, so shall the other, which is why Eltrym gave Rukia eternal life. They shall be here forever more, in the shaded wood, listening to the whispering voices of the trees who's voices still can make themselves heard.
Pack or Loner:: Loner... unless a tree counts as family
