Post by Magick on Sept 1, 2006 7:35:29 GMT -5
Kayla Calixte
Female
Three Years and Two Months Old
Calhoun- and hates his guts.
Lotta, Aiko, Pavel and Vaschel.
Female
Three Years and Two Months Old
Calhoun- and hates his guts.
Lotta, Aiko, Pavel and Vaschel.
‘Please, just leave me alone…’
‘What did I ever do to you?’
‘Will you please go away, now?’
‘What did I ever do to you?’
‘Will you please go away, now?’
Hello, Sir or Ma’am.
You came here to find out about me? Not quite sure why you’d want to know about me, and I’m not entirely comfortable with talking about my past, but- I’ll give it a shot.
I’ll start right at the very beginning. Bare with me, though; I’ve never told the story of my life to anyone, ever, before, and I might get side-tracked often; I have a short attention span.
I was born three years ago, the oldest of a litter of six. There was one other female in the litter, the runt, Aysel, and four males- Delano, Jace, Siyamak and Yamir. My parents, Sanjiv, my father, and Maisha, my mother, both Tundra Wolves, were black-furred, as were my five siblings.
But, I was not as void of colour as them- my fur was a soft pale-cream hue, and is still this color- years later, though now, also, my fur has several markings alterating it- rusty red markings, on the backs of my ears, on my torso and on the underside of my tail. Also, whilst the rest of my family has amber eyes, mine are teal- and always have been.
Father accused Mother with mating with another- a teal-eyed, cream-furred Tundra male who had been seen flirting with Mother and who had wished to join our pack. But, because he was a cream-furred wolf, and the pack a black-furred-only pack, he was forbidden to join.
Oh- I forgot to mention this, but- my parents were …are… the Alpha male and female of the pack- the Tundra Dark-Ice Pack, actually. So, when Father decided that the lone male had been hanging around too much, and ordered the male’s death despite Mother’s objections, he was instantly obeyed, and the wolf thought to be my father was killed shortly after.
But, because Mother had objected to the death of the wolf, solely because she was not a murderer like him, Father turned on her- physically. For the first time ever, he attacked her in a way that wasn’t mental or emotional- he attacked her physically, whilst us pups, only a month old, could only watch as Mother was harmed almost beyond repair.
The rest of the pack stepped in immediately once Mother’s tail was torn from her body, and though they restrained him that time, he spent the next month visiting each wolf at night, attacking their mates- since the pack was a male-dominated one, where female wolves were only to give birth to whelps, and help rear said whelps.
When he attacked her for a second time, when we were three months old, no one stepped in- except for myself and Aysel- the eldest and the runt, working together for the sole purpose of saving our mother from whatever father was going to do to her- namely, kill her.
We managed to calm him down, but, whilst doing so, Aysel got a severe injury to her skull- the reason why he stopped, most likely. She…she died…several days later, beside my mother, who was saved from death by the same healers who let Aysel die- they could have done so much more than they did.
After Aysel’s…Aysel’s death, and the boys’ constant fights with lower-ranked wolves, Mother retracted into herself- for Aysel had been her favourite. I, on the other hand, had always been nothing in her eyes. Though, in Father’s eyes- I was the most special creature ever. Yes, I too have no idea how exactly his logic worked, but he thought the world of me, the evil monster.
He attacked Mother often after that, and, for the first few times, the boys stuck up for her. But after a while- they joined in, leaving me alone in defending her. Father would always stop as soon as I stepped in, though, upon reaching my second birthday, he ordered for the males of the pack whom did not have mates to decide amongst themselves who was to become my mate. That wolf would then have the responsibility of keeping me away from my Mother.
The wolf chosen (after several ‘tasks’) was the Beta Male- Calhoun. He first verbally tried to keep me away, then physically. I’m really not going to say…what he did, but, yeah. Lets just say- a once vibrant, outgoing female was quickly made into a nervous, male-fearing, pregnant female.
Father never noticed the bulge of my stomach, or the smirk on Calhoun’s face whenever he looked at me, throughout the duration of my pregnancy. Or, if he did notice, he didn’t say a word- Calhoun was, after all, his younger brother. My-freaking-Uncle.
After I gave birth, Father insisted on trying, himself, to ‘look after’ the pups- though I knew what would happen if he did; Father would continue the family trait of utter contempt for all other wolves through my two daughters and two sons.
At three, I snapped. I ran from the pack, leaving my pups in the care of the females at the pack. I breathed not a word to Mother- who probably still hasn’t noticed that I’ve gone- she never spoke to me, or laid eyes on me, anyway. I’ve seen nothing of Father, but I’ve seen Calhoun a few times, as well as Delano and Jace out of my four brothers- though I’ve seen nothing, also, of my other brothers. Calhoun, it seems, has abandoned the pups also- though he was never much of a father, anyway.
Nowadays? Well- now, I hate being around males. I see a male and, unless I’m in the company of a female, I’m either going to hide, or run- quite frankly. To females, I’m as sweet, vibrant and outgoing as I always have been, but get a male near me, and I will run, and run, for all eternity, if necessary.
I’ll just repeat what I said earlier for my appearance details- my fur is mostly pale-cream, though my torso, the backs of my ears, and the underside of my tail is rusty-red. My eyes are, also, teal.
Well- if I see you around (providing you aren’t male), I’ll say hi, alright?
Bye!
You came here to find out about me? Not quite sure why you’d want to know about me, and I’m not entirely comfortable with talking about my past, but- I’ll give it a shot.
I’ll start right at the very beginning. Bare with me, though; I’ve never told the story of my life to anyone, ever, before, and I might get side-tracked often; I have a short attention span.
I was born three years ago, the oldest of a litter of six. There was one other female in the litter, the runt, Aysel, and four males- Delano, Jace, Siyamak and Yamir. My parents, Sanjiv, my father, and Maisha, my mother, both Tundra Wolves, were black-furred, as were my five siblings.
But, I was not as void of colour as them- my fur was a soft pale-cream hue, and is still this color- years later, though now, also, my fur has several markings alterating it- rusty red markings, on the backs of my ears, on my torso and on the underside of my tail. Also, whilst the rest of my family has amber eyes, mine are teal- and always have been.
Father accused Mother with mating with another- a teal-eyed, cream-furred Tundra male who had been seen flirting with Mother and who had wished to join our pack. But, because he was a cream-furred wolf, and the pack a black-furred-only pack, he was forbidden to join.
Oh- I forgot to mention this, but- my parents were …are… the Alpha male and female of the pack- the Tundra Dark-Ice Pack, actually. So, when Father decided that the lone male had been hanging around too much, and ordered the male’s death despite Mother’s objections, he was instantly obeyed, and the wolf thought to be my father was killed shortly after.
But, because Mother had objected to the death of the wolf, solely because she was not a murderer like him, Father turned on her- physically. For the first time ever, he attacked her in a way that wasn’t mental or emotional- he attacked her physically, whilst us pups, only a month old, could only watch as Mother was harmed almost beyond repair.
The rest of the pack stepped in immediately once Mother’s tail was torn from her body, and though they restrained him that time, he spent the next month visiting each wolf at night, attacking their mates- since the pack was a male-dominated one, where female wolves were only to give birth to whelps, and help rear said whelps.
When he attacked her for a second time, when we were three months old, no one stepped in- except for myself and Aysel- the eldest and the runt, working together for the sole purpose of saving our mother from whatever father was going to do to her- namely, kill her.
We managed to calm him down, but, whilst doing so, Aysel got a severe injury to her skull- the reason why he stopped, most likely. She…she died…several days later, beside my mother, who was saved from death by the same healers who let Aysel die- they could have done so much more than they did.
After Aysel’s…Aysel’s death, and the boys’ constant fights with lower-ranked wolves, Mother retracted into herself- for Aysel had been her favourite. I, on the other hand, had always been nothing in her eyes. Though, in Father’s eyes- I was the most special creature ever. Yes, I too have no idea how exactly his logic worked, but he thought the world of me, the evil monster.
He attacked Mother often after that, and, for the first few times, the boys stuck up for her. But after a while- they joined in, leaving me alone in defending her. Father would always stop as soon as I stepped in, though, upon reaching my second birthday, he ordered for the males of the pack whom did not have mates to decide amongst themselves who was to become my mate. That wolf would then have the responsibility of keeping me away from my Mother.
The wolf chosen (after several ‘tasks’) was the Beta Male- Calhoun. He first verbally tried to keep me away, then physically. I’m really not going to say…what he did, but, yeah. Lets just say- a once vibrant, outgoing female was quickly made into a nervous, male-fearing, pregnant female.
Father never noticed the bulge of my stomach, or the smirk on Calhoun’s face whenever he looked at me, throughout the duration of my pregnancy. Or, if he did notice, he didn’t say a word- Calhoun was, after all, his younger brother. My-freaking-Uncle.
After I gave birth, Father insisted on trying, himself, to ‘look after’ the pups- though I knew what would happen if he did; Father would continue the family trait of utter contempt for all other wolves through my two daughters and two sons.
At three, I snapped. I ran from the pack, leaving my pups in the care of the females at the pack. I breathed not a word to Mother- who probably still hasn’t noticed that I’ve gone- she never spoke to me, or laid eyes on me, anyway. I’ve seen nothing of Father, but I’ve seen Calhoun a few times, as well as Delano and Jace out of my four brothers- though I’ve seen nothing, also, of my other brothers. Calhoun, it seems, has abandoned the pups also- though he was never much of a father, anyway.
Nowadays? Well- now, I hate being around males. I see a male and, unless I’m in the company of a female, I’m either going to hide, or run- quite frankly. To females, I’m as sweet, vibrant and outgoing as I always have been, but get a male near me, and I will run, and run, for all eternity, if necessary.
I’ll just repeat what I said earlier for my appearance details- my fur is mostly pale-cream, though my torso, the backs of my ears, and the underside of my tail is rusty-red. My eyes are, also, teal.
Well- if I see you around (providing you aren’t male), I’ll say hi, alright?
Bye!
If you are interested in RPing Kayla- just remember to keep her personality and appearance the same, yep. ^^