Post by Mazier on Oct 3, 2006 19:46:45 GMT -5
Name:: Mazier
Age:: 4 years
Gender:: Dog
Species of Fox:: Grey fox
Appearance:: Mazier (click here) is deep, deep, grey in colour. His face is a lighter grey in colour, almost white. His eyes are a deep, honey-golden. His paws are the darkest part of his body, almost black, but most of his body is deep grey. He has a muscular body structure. Also, a huge scar runs down his right side.
Personality:: Mazier is very proud of who he is. He considers himself very strong, and it is not easy to faze his pride. He does not spend much time on socializing, but he is very close to his friends, and will do anything for them. Mazier, also does not usually keep quiet about his feelings. He despises Rhana-Shou with all his heart and makes himself heard about it, and he finds it the Kitsa-Kay pack strange, their pack members odd goody-goods.
Despite his hatred towards Rhana-Shou, Mazier does not like to fight. He uses fighting as a last resort, and tries to talk instead of using violence. However, if a friend of his is in danger, Mazier will jump into action immediately. In battle, he is fierce, attacking viciously. He never tries to kill, however- he always attempts to immobilize the opponent.
Mazier is very open with his pack, and loves fox kits.
History:: Mazier's mother was a loner, and his father was a member of a pack. Mazier's mother never wanted to join a pack, although she loved his father dearly. When she got pregnant, however, the alphas forced her to leave. So, Mazier's mother was alone when he was born.
Mazier's mother wasn't strong enough to give birth. She had been carrying five kits, and Mazier was the first one birthed- and the only one alive. His mother died birthing him, and the other four kits never left their mother's womb.
Mazier drank his mother's weak supply of milk, which was how he survived. He did three things for the first day of his life- eat, sleep, and cry.
When Mazier was becoming quite weak, a vixen and her three kits from Mazier's father's pack stumbled upon Mazier. Seeing the sad tragedy of his mother and his unborn siblings, the vixen took him in.
Mazier grew strong as he grew with his foster mother and siblings- two sisters and a brother. Mazier was very happy with them, and his pack. He only got to know very little of his father, as his father was killed by a bear when he was very young.
The alphas were cautious of Mazier, thinking him a threat, and their only kit hated him. When the alphas died and the kit took their place, she immediately ordered Mazier, now a full year old, banished from the pack.
Two huge dogs were ordered to chase Mazier out of the pack, and every time he tried to go back to the pack, the dogs would always attack him. So, he gave up.
One of Mazier's sisters, Jahari, decided to be banished along with Mazier. Together they travelled alone through unclaimed territory for two years, living quite well, until one terrible winter- the winter Jahari was killed.
A rogue cluster of foxes accused Mazier and Jahari of stumbling onto their "territory", and attacked immediately. Mazier only escaped with a scar, but Jahari was killed.
And so, Mazier, filled with grief, stumbled through the rest of the winter alone. Without Jahari, he found it hard to find food, and he was slowly starving when he found Setsa-Una. They gladly took him in, and there, Mazier once again grew strong.
Pack or Loner:: Setsa-Una
Desired rank in Pack:: Alpha Male
RP Sample:: The wind howled, beating the forest mercilessly, threatening to snap and destroy every single tree. Not to mention the driving snow that the wind brought with it from the heavens, covering the world with a cold, white blanket.
The dog shuddered and tossed back his huge head. The snow fell upon him. Every huge snowflake felt like a cold, wet kiss on his body. The wind shrieked and moaned like prey in deep, suffering pain as it died, the life ebbing out of it. The wind wanted to make Mazier shriek and moan too. It screamed in his ears, and he so desperately wanted to drive that noise out. It seemed to cry strange, strangled words at him, ancient words that were impossible to remember, words that had been spoken by the very first generation of foxes.
Words that Mazier never wanted to hear again.
His dark grey paws had completely disappeared into the accursed snow as he pushed on, the wind threatening to topple him over, the snow hitting him mercilessly with no signs of letting up.
And the cold, oh, the cold! It crept in, weaving around his fur and entering his skin, making his bones stiff, his fur heavy with frost.
Mazier hated winter.
The sky was nothing but a blanket of white, either. Well, Mazier couldn't really tell. Every time he looked up, he would have to blink rapidly to get the snow out of his eyes. So he stuck to looking down.
Mazier wasn't even sure where he was- was he still in Setsa-Una, his packland? Or had he strayed into another territory, out of his packland and exposed? The snow was heavy and made him weak.
Mazier pushed on. He was not weak. He could get to the dens. Shaking his head, he drove through the blinding snow, half-frozen paws scraping through the snow, looking for footing.
Age:: 4 years
Gender:: Dog
Species of Fox:: Grey fox
Appearance:: Mazier (click here) is deep, deep, grey in colour. His face is a lighter grey in colour, almost white. His eyes are a deep, honey-golden. His paws are the darkest part of his body, almost black, but most of his body is deep grey. He has a muscular body structure. Also, a huge scar runs down his right side.
Personality:: Mazier is very proud of who he is. He considers himself very strong, and it is not easy to faze his pride. He does not spend much time on socializing, but he is very close to his friends, and will do anything for them. Mazier, also does not usually keep quiet about his feelings. He despises Rhana-Shou with all his heart and makes himself heard about it, and he finds it the Kitsa-Kay pack strange, their pack members odd goody-goods.
Despite his hatred towards Rhana-Shou, Mazier does not like to fight. He uses fighting as a last resort, and tries to talk instead of using violence. However, if a friend of his is in danger, Mazier will jump into action immediately. In battle, he is fierce, attacking viciously. He never tries to kill, however- he always attempts to immobilize the opponent.
Mazier is very open with his pack, and loves fox kits.
History:: Mazier's mother was a loner, and his father was a member of a pack. Mazier's mother never wanted to join a pack, although she loved his father dearly. When she got pregnant, however, the alphas forced her to leave. So, Mazier's mother was alone when he was born.
Mazier's mother wasn't strong enough to give birth. She had been carrying five kits, and Mazier was the first one birthed- and the only one alive. His mother died birthing him, and the other four kits never left their mother's womb.
Mazier drank his mother's weak supply of milk, which was how he survived. He did three things for the first day of his life- eat, sleep, and cry.
When Mazier was becoming quite weak, a vixen and her three kits from Mazier's father's pack stumbled upon Mazier. Seeing the sad tragedy of his mother and his unborn siblings, the vixen took him in.
Mazier grew strong as he grew with his foster mother and siblings- two sisters and a brother. Mazier was very happy with them, and his pack. He only got to know very little of his father, as his father was killed by a bear when he was very young.
The alphas were cautious of Mazier, thinking him a threat, and their only kit hated him. When the alphas died and the kit took their place, she immediately ordered Mazier, now a full year old, banished from the pack.
Two huge dogs were ordered to chase Mazier out of the pack, and every time he tried to go back to the pack, the dogs would always attack him. So, he gave up.
One of Mazier's sisters, Jahari, decided to be banished along with Mazier. Together they travelled alone through unclaimed territory for two years, living quite well, until one terrible winter- the winter Jahari was killed.
A rogue cluster of foxes accused Mazier and Jahari of stumbling onto their "territory", and attacked immediately. Mazier only escaped with a scar, but Jahari was killed.
And so, Mazier, filled with grief, stumbled through the rest of the winter alone. Without Jahari, he found it hard to find food, and he was slowly starving when he found Setsa-Una. They gladly took him in, and there, Mazier once again grew strong.
Pack or Loner:: Setsa-Una
Desired rank in Pack:: Alpha Male
RP Sample:: The wind howled, beating the forest mercilessly, threatening to snap and destroy every single tree. Not to mention the driving snow that the wind brought with it from the heavens, covering the world with a cold, white blanket.
The dog shuddered and tossed back his huge head. The snow fell upon him. Every huge snowflake felt like a cold, wet kiss on his body. The wind shrieked and moaned like prey in deep, suffering pain as it died, the life ebbing out of it. The wind wanted to make Mazier shriek and moan too. It screamed in his ears, and he so desperately wanted to drive that noise out. It seemed to cry strange, strangled words at him, ancient words that were impossible to remember, words that had been spoken by the very first generation of foxes.
Words that Mazier never wanted to hear again.
His dark grey paws had completely disappeared into the accursed snow as he pushed on, the wind threatening to topple him over, the snow hitting him mercilessly with no signs of letting up.
And the cold, oh, the cold! It crept in, weaving around his fur and entering his skin, making his bones stiff, his fur heavy with frost.
Mazier hated winter.
The sky was nothing but a blanket of white, either. Well, Mazier couldn't really tell. Every time he looked up, he would have to blink rapidly to get the snow out of his eyes. So he stuck to looking down.
Mazier wasn't even sure where he was- was he still in Setsa-Una, his packland? Or had he strayed into another territory, out of his packland and exposed? The snow was heavy and made him weak.
Mazier pushed on. He was not weak. He could get to the dens. Shaking his head, he drove through the blinding snow, half-frozen paws scraping through the snow, looking for footing.
