Post by ray on Dec 8, 2010 22:15:47 GMT -6
Firefall
• age – 6
• gender – Female
• breed – Rui
• power – Fire, though it manifests very weakly; she's granted some protection from it but can hardly spark.
• appearance
Firefall is small, even for a Rui, barely pushing four feet long, though her body is wiry and lean; it's obvious she can and will fight. Every inch of her body is covered in bright red fur, long and silky but trimmed short near her paws through use of her teeth. Soft, hardly-visible bronzy-orange marks form a brindle on her fur and cover her belly, though if they were brighter they'd probably be the brilliant amber of her eyes. Long, crimson-feathered wings with radiant gold tips sprout from her back, and her wingspan is massive compared to her tiny size. Her crimson tail is tipped with the same radiant gold, and she'd likely be quite lovely if not for disfiguring scars around her shoulders and the odd burn marks around her obsidian-clawed paws.
• personality
Firefall was once much less approachable before a few chance meetings transformed her terror of other wolves into a hostile fear. However, she's still very easily spooked and unpredictable. She's also rather violently inclined, and not afraid to fight, though in general she's better at running away. Slender and small, with huge wings, she'll often hide in trees, where she feels safest, or even fly completely away.
She's not a completely immoral wolf, though she lacks some of the moral rigidity of a wolf who grew up in a more “proper” situation. She's more likely to go in for the kill when fighting a male than a female; she dislikes the former. She's skittish and unpredictable, but she can fall into trust far too easily if a wolf reminds her of family.
Major fears: arrhenphobia (fear of men), aphenphosmphobia (fear of being touched)
• history
Firefall has had a not particularly great childhood. Born into a small, secular northern pack, she was raised by her mother and older sister (her father was dead in a hunting accident, his skull kicked in by a caribou). Unfortunately, they drifted from their pack and tended up as their own group of loners, unable to put up with their packmates. One of those packmates, Aronar, chased after him. After killing her family, he chased Firefall with the intent of forcing her to be his mate. She escaped him by taking a rather rocky tumbling glide over a rive he couldn't yet cross.
From there, she lived on her own, hunting small animals and scavenging as she slowly moved south. She avoided other wolves at all costs, sleeping in trees where she was difficult to reach. Unfortunately for her, Aronar was still chasing her – and he had gained quite a reputation for his sins. She evaded him for several years, again meeting him at age three and a half.
She just escaped, nearly forced into bearing his children, but was badly injured. Fortunately, a healer-wolf named Icefall found her. The white Dariae was one of Aronar's victims, though she was soft and kind, lacking the horns typical of her race; indeed, she could have been mistaken for a Rui if not for her peaceful mannerisms and soft feathering. Firefall and Icefall grew to be close friends and raised her child by Aronar's forcing, Rivet, together. They also grew to be lovers, and were inseperable.
Unfortunately, the fates were cruel to Firefall. Aronar returned again, using his powers of concentration to begin a fire using light and burn Icefall to death. Firefall retaliated, leaping through the flames and murdering him, avenging her family. His corpse was found, stripped of all flesh, bones gnawed on.
Since then, Firefall has wandered alone.
Mother: Fall, female Rui, Water (Deceased)
Siblings: Waterfall, female Rui, Water (Deceased)
Mate: Icefall, female Dariae, Healing (Deceased)
Children: Foster-son Rivet, male Dariae/Aureus, Healing
• sample post
The cliffs were dark, and on them a pair of wolves sat, conversing. The two seemed to be sniffing around, and Firefall couldn't help but flinch from her hiding spot. She couldn't be spotted. These were males. She nearly hissed, but stopped herself, slowly spreading her wings from the tree she was secreted in. The other wolves noticed almost immediately. Damn. She had been hoping to make a getaway undetected, but it seemed that she'd have no such luck.
She immediately plunged for the air, ignoring the “stop! Wait!” of the males below. Why should she wait? They'd only hurt her, and avoiding pain was one of the few skills the two-year-old wolf prided herself on. Aronar was still out there, and she could hardly risk meeting him, so she banked and turned in the opposite direction from the way she had taken off once she was out of sight. If he was thrown off her trail, he'd hardly find her.
She could fly for a while, mostly due to her tiny size and low weight. She remained airborne for some time before spotting a rabbit from her glide above the forest. She quickly stooped down on it, catching it with her long, obsidian-black claws and landing to devour it. She briefly considered death as she did so; what was it like for the rabbit to travel on? Was there somewhere else for it or had she ended the only chance it had at existence? Still, it was her existence to end the rabbit's, and her survival meant far more.
With a grin, she finished her meal, burying what little remained. It was time to wash off (loose her scent) and find a place to hide for the night. Though many wolves hunted with the moon, she'd found that sleeping during those active hours kept her better hidden.
Still, hiding places weren't easy to come by. So many predators could find you, and your scent returned so soon after leaving the river, forcing you to stay near the high-activity area. What a mess. She could hardly blame trees for not growing more conveniently or become angered at the water for masking her poorly, though it was easy enough to do. Fire was far from short tempered, but with the moon glaring its silver face at her and other wolves out, she needed a place.
It took a while, but she eventually found a large, dark tree with an old hollow in it, which was likely once home to an animal. It would be her home for that night. She squeezed in, thankful for her miniscule size, and began her rest. It had been too long.
• ooc/other – Dear Firefall returns!
Not sure what will happen to Rivet, though; he's a hybrid. 
