Post by Ceuseri on Sept 1, 2006 12:35:11 GMT -5
[glow=white,2,300]Swollen sight and veiled face[/glow]
Name: Zylana Dree
Gender: Female
Species: Witch wolf
Age: Five years old
[glow=white,2,300]A wolf treads over the night[/glow]
Far from the lands of the Rising Storm packs, nestling in the fork of two river, lies the Dree wolf pack. It came into being when Zylana Dree claimed the land as her home. Zylana's witch craft had gotten her banished from the Salamonis Pack, and also for her hideous magical experiments. Zylana had become bored with the basic magic - curses, fortelling the future, love potions and herbal remedies - and had turned her arts to the essence of life itself.
[glow=white,2,300]Her eyes will lock onto her prey[/glow]
Zylana was fascinated by a craft called Marrangha - the transplanting of limbs and organs from one creature to another by magical means. Zylana became obsessed by her desire of creating a hybrid super-creature. She turned her magic on both human and beast, but never her own kind, though rumours changed this fact greatly as they spread. Her mutant minions and vile withcraft was branded as an unholy insult to the sanctity of life. Thus, she was banished from Salamonis.
[glow=white,2,300]Zylana - hide the light[/glow]
She was escourted to a place far North of Salamonis and there released. It was a fork in the Deedlewatr and Spider rivers, and Zylana settled down to continue her experiments.
[glow=white,2,300]Darkness and power is all she seeks[/glow]
Though exiled from Salamonis, she was not without her devotees and many fellow witches from Salamonis made the pilgrimage to visit or even join Zylana in Dree, as the growing pack and area became known. And from other areas of the lands of Allansia, witch-wolves joined the pack. They practised their black arts freely and learned more of the art of Marrangha from Zylana herself.
[glow=white,2,300]As she battles survivals fight[/glow]
The wolves of Dree rarely left the pack unless in spiritual form. But Zylana's sisters became famous for their outside wanderings, and envy drove Zylana to leave aswell, taking her two best minions with her.
[glow=white,2,300]She walks the lands and plays with life[/glow]
As for looks, Zylana's pelt is a silver grey, eyes as black as a crow's. Around her muzzle, age has stained her fur white, and it is only her arts that hid her age. Markings? Many. Her paws are clad in deep red socks, giving the unsettling impression that she has walked through a stream of blood. She has a black cross on her back, her branding of unholy crafts. Her tail is ringed with white, fine, thread-like markings, one for each minion she made and enslaved.
[glow=white,2,300]Zylana - hide the light[/glow]
She's not a bad wolf, Zylana. She just has big dreams.
[glow=white,2,300]Nocturnal breath and sullen eyes[/glow]
Her minions, Arkain and Underoath, were the most useful of Zylana's army. Arkain is small, a rabbit with the glistening black wings of a raven and the eyes of an eagle. The rabbit also bears the eagle's claw. Small and swift, Arkain is Zylana's spy. Zylana allows her mind to drift into Arkain's own and watches what passes from his eyes.
[glow=white,2,300]She shrinks down from the world[/glow]
Underoath, or Oath for short, is much larger. With the front hooves of a great red stag, with towering twelve tine antlers, and the back half of a white tiger, her only weakness is her missing eyes, which Zylana could not find during the Marrangha process. Underoath is like Zylana's body guard, and an efficient one at that.
[glow=white,2,300]She'll search beyond the peaceful death[/glow]
For now, Zylana is giving Marrangha a rest. But should a threat appear, Rising Storm may find it gains some very odd inhabitants...
[glow=white,2,300]Zylana - hide the light[/glow]
Note: As you can see, I have invented a whole new world one day and decided to use it in a bio. It may come in useful for a plot later, as it is a fantasy world called Allansia filled with wolves and demons and whatnot that could come in useful. I have only used a smidgen of it, if you want me to describe it further, I could pop a post in the Stories/Poems/Play board. ^^
[glow=white,2,300]Make my grave shallow ...
So I can feel the rain...[/glow]
