Post by +>SkyeLark<+ on Feb 17, 2007 10:24:53 GMT -5
Aliance: Light
Personality: Skye is a light fae, a sweet and gentle creature. She values her life, though others do come first. So yes, if she had to choose over her life, or the life of a complete stranger. She would choose the stranger.
Fighting comes to her as a disgust. It is the lowest form of persona. Skye can't figure out how people can fight and call it fun.
She tries her upmost best to keep the world happy. Her whole life seems to be devoted to helping others.
Description: Her coat is a sleek chocolate color, it is always well groomed and takes the liberty to shine radiantly. Though when wet she does look rather like a smallish horse with really long hair. For her framme is streamlined and slim, though her fur poofs out and gives her her 'body'.
Her eyes are almost a reflection of her true self, kind and deep. Those amber pools carry days of torment and toil. But when gazed into, the show her love for life, and everything around her.
History: Skye's parents, Lark and Manna, were the beta pair of a large pack. It had taken them a while to gain that position, and they earned it fare and sqaure.
On the great day when Lark fell pregnant Manna decided that it was a thing worth celebration, so he and his best friend both took off on a hunting trip.
"You're one lukcy wolf Manna." Jay muttered as the trotted through the forest.
"Indeed I am..." He beemed as the compliment came his way. He loved Lark more than anything in this world.
They were still far from the hunting grounds when they heard a growl from behind them.
Both swerved around to see a bear. How they hadn't scented it already was almost impossible. But they didn't, and now. They would pay.
With one swipe Jay was flung off his paws and rammed into a tree. The helpless wolf fell to the ground, having a small ounce of strength left, he raised his head. "Ru..."
He never got to finish his word. His head slumped to the floor.
"NO!" Manna snarled.
He knew he would die for this, but he turned to face the bear, to fight for his dead friend.
Though to his utter disgust the creature was gone. He couldn't have vanished. Hit and runs didn't happen in nature.
He looked wildly around, there, he saw it, galloping rather clumsily away.
The chase was one, though in his confusion he stepped on a sharp stone and cut his paw open. It didn't bother him. He still followed.
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Three days later
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Lark paced up and down, they should have been back by now! It was taking way too long.
"Call a search party before this fae stressed her pups to death!"
The alpha was wise. He knew alot about birth.
A trio of warriors gathered, all willing to go find the lost friends. All willing to see the worst.
It didn't take them long to pick up their scent, there was something else aswell... A squirrel perhaps? No...
Soon afterwards they found Jay's body. Already scavangers had been picking off of him, so it was not evident how he was killed. And ofcourse. They blamed Manna.
"Lets go back. We must inform the alpha." One growled.
"No. We must find the traitor!" The second sniffed around, whilst the third stumbled upon the old blood off of Manna's paw. The trail whent on for a while, until they neared a cliff, where the paws stopped.
"Wimp. He kills his best friend and tosses himself off a cliff... Tut tut."
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Months Later
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Lark had given up on life. On her cubs... She was too depressed to do anything but lie there and die.
Though on the fatefull day, she was forced to give birth.
They all knew she would die at childbirth, and they all knew her pups would be dead. For she was undernourished and feeble. Though when they began to drag the bodies away. They stumbled upon a single pup. A fae, small and petite. But alive.
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More Months later
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Skyelark sat on the huge rock with her grandfather and grandmother. Without them, she would be in a watery grave, like her whole family. But those two special wolven, had chosen to give her life.
Though rumors had been spreading, things like how Manna had gone insane and killed Jay. They all thought that it was a disease, and that it was only in his family, running only in males. And so they plotted to kill Manna's father, the one taking care of Skye.
She was a fully grown wolf by now, living with the older ones. So when the warriors came, she knew there was trouble.
"Run..." She whispered, not wanting to draw attention to herself.
"Now!"
Her grandparents didn't know why they did it, but they charged off as fast as their old legs could carry them. They trusted her with everything.
Luckily all three escaped that day. And all three found a new home, a peaceful place. Aarde.