Moranna

[Moranna]

Wolf Form.

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Back To Basics...

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Name;: Moranna
Gender;: Femme
Age;: 3
Pack Member or Loner?;: Loner

It's All In The Fur...

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Pelt Colour;:Black and white
Pawpads;: Grey
Eye Colour;:Right is icy blue left is deep blue
Height;:2 to 3 feet
Build;: Slim
Physical Description;: Slim about 2 to 3 feet with a built hinquaters and powerful back legs.

Those Voices In Your Head...

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Personality;:Maro tends to get along with adults for than pups. She may be intimidating but she only uses her body power if she has to. She prefers to compromise rather than fight her way through things. Shy usually timid and scared of others though when you get to know her you will be life long friends no matter what. Though she is hard to figure out. She will toy with you a lot. She talks in riddles a lot. Though she may rather like to use words not claws she has her “days” when the blood lust is hot on her. She will do anything for blood at that point. And for that no pack will take her in because they are afraid she would kill a pack member though she has more sense not to. Really she is an outcast to varg society. Though she has split personalities. One the Blood Lust and the other Calm, Cool, Collected. Most think of her as a blood thirsty beast though.

Hopes;: Family, Mate, Cubs
Fears;: Rejection (thats it)
Dreams;: To cause a lot of trouble.
Goals: to be an alpha

The Past Is The Past...

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History;: Maro was raised in a pack of ten. Her father was a subordinate, Monty, who was having an affair with the beta female, Destiny whose mate was tide. Destiny had a love of pups so when her litter was whelped she loved each one. Though as Maro grew she was more dominating over everything like the alpha male, Tide. Her mother soon realized that she was carrying traits from both males. It turned out that she was a spawn of both Tide and Monty. She was built like Monty but had the fur color of Tide. Her eyes were bi-hued, one icy blue(Tide) and the other deep blue(Monty). Maro’s life was wonderful. She always thought Tide was her father and liked to spend her time with him forcing Monty to observe her growth from afar. Tide favored Maro and was the one who named her Maro which meant Angel. Her mother added Maranno which made it mean Angel of Death.

Monty couldn’t take it and one day he went up to Maro and told her what she was. Maro didn’t want to belive. She tried desperately not to but she knew she was somehow. As she matured into her adolescent years things changed. She always lusted for blood. It was like she couldn’t control herself. So one night when she was with her little sister Ranna, who was irritating her even more, Maro grew angry at her. Growing hungrier for blood she turned her own fangs on Ranna. Maro killed her sister gripped her neck and throwing her body into the river they played by. When the bloodlust was off she realized what she had just done and began running. Running away from her fathers, mother, life, and never to return back. She didn’t want to be help responsible for her sisters death though she would always know she was the one to kill her. Sometime she doesn’t care. Sometimes she cries for hours about it.

Soon after she ran into a lonly fae, Laylla who raised her until the age of 2.

Family;: Loving, Caring, Trouble making.
Mother;:Destiny
Father;:Tide, and Monty
Siblings;:Ranna
Mate;:

n/a

Anything X .Whelped: winter of 07
X .Trusts Me:
X .Name Meaning: Angel of Death
X .Sex: drappa
X .Sexuality: Straight
X .Raised by: Laylla
X .Personal Quote: Never To Escape This Fate, Always On The Dark Side Of The Moon, Forever Closing Out The Light.
X .Theam: It's Never Too Late

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The sky was scorched with steamers of purple and orange as Fenris set beyond the mountains. Darkness would plague the lands soon, as Tor would give birth and shed little light on the murky lands of the everglades. Not that this wasn’t anything new, most varg that kept these lands grew used to the thick bog and constant overcast, relying almost totally on auditory and the sense of smell. It wasn’t a bad thing; in fact, some say it would better the vargs’ ability to hunt, and serve as a benefit to any who chose to fight here. Some even rumored it to be a death trap to any wanders.

However, the land it’s self wasn’t the only thing that was a “death trap” in the land of the forest, but the creatures that controlled it. The Varg Putnar, the fearsome pack of wolves rumored to be the wickedest in Transylvania. Though not without help, Ryku was willing to admit. Besides, a pack wasn’t really a pack and wouldn’t survive without cooperation from all parties in the pack.

At the edge of the murky territory, a tall slender malnourished fae trotted upon the riverbank, her nose wafting tracks upon the cold ground. On first glance, one would think the wolf was sick and dying, when in reality Ryku was thriving much better than she had in moons. She was still chalk full of energy like a young varg should be, and it seemed that even her once dull thinning fur was beginning to plump again, just in time for the upcoming winter.
It had been almost a couple moons since the fae had any real contact with a varg for personal life had taken a great toll on the varg’s social side. Now, however, with the permanent separation of her brother and the retreat of her stalker Tarquin Ryku was able to once again ready to interact others. With the smell of prey aloof, Ryku had the perfect idea how to do it. A pack hunt would be sufficient, it seemed. It would benefit the family as a whole; build up strength and confidence in her fellow pack mates. Not only that, but alas bring fresh meat to the weary bellies.

Since Eclipse was an unforgiving forest, most of the lera who lived in it were malnourished and sick-like, if not dead and decaying already. Ryku on several occasions had chased away a buzzard or two to feast upon day’s old carcass, just so she could survive in the harsh terrain. It wasn’t exactly healthy, but after a while her body grew used to the decaying nourishment without a problem. Still, something a bit richer and moist was often craved. Now, this hunt would be different, and bring the pack the richest of nourishment their bodies needed. The only thing they would be eaten today would be the fresh pump carcass of an ailing moose.

On her journey to her homelands, the fae’s nares had picked up the scent of a couple moose trailing through the mountains. One, it seemed, was rather healthy, a male from what she could pick up. The other, another bull was an ailing one. She could smell the tracks of where this particular moose had been, and could smell the pus of an infected limb. It was obvious the thing was struggling for it’s long journey, as told by it’s limp trail. Ryku was only lucky enough to get close enough to let her bicolor sunset oculars lie upon the bull pair. What she found was true; the one bull’s left ankle was swollen with a puss filled inclusion, just oozing with angry bacteria. Even so, a full grown bull’s kick was enough to kill a varg, lame or not. It seemed the injury had not been long set, for the bull seemed fairly healthy as it caught nibbles from the trees around him. The saliva left on the branches left no trace of disease, the pack would hunt well tonight. The thing wouldn’t give up so easily, Ryku knew; there would surely be a fight for it’s life. It would take more than one varg to bring this bull down.

However, for several suns the mere presence of the fae had startled the duo to retreat down the mountains at a constant pace. If one varg scared them this much, maybe a pack could send it into chaos and confusion, weakening the poor bastard. Grinning to herself, Ryku finally ceased her pace as she lifted her nose into the air, calling for other members of the pack, hopefully Thorn, to come and accept the femme.
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A C C E P T E D ! [/b]

Great bio! Welcome to Twists, Moranna! Have fun RP-ing and all that