Name: Tain
Age: Just Over Three
Gender: Male
Pack: Loner
Position: Loner/None
Appearance: Cerulean orbs peer out from his angular face, the right one portraying a curved scar which arches across part of his face and onto his cheek bone. His form is rather large for a male, carrying a muscled and well formed frame with long legs and large paws that were made for running. He can move almost as fast as he can think, which is quite fast actually. He has a strange accent to his voice, having come from the north, so he shortens some words and speaks in hisdeep baritone, almost musical voice. A large ruff of fur surounds his neck, and tail. Along with that, he has a small amount of black gaurd haird that spring from his back and tail, giving him a rather two toned appearance. There are a few things that are different about him, despite the fact her eyes are a rather shocking colour.. He speaks fluent french, and has an accent that is rather different. His whole pack spoke it up in the northern parts, and his english is not as good as it could have been. His words are choppy at times, although if he is asked to speak in english.. he will try to the best of his ability.
Personality: To put it simply, Tain is all over the map.. all over. One minute he can be the epetimine of perfection.. And the next he’ll be in your face, threatening to rip your throat out if you make a wrong move. His mind is filled with thoughts, quirky remarks, seductive comments, and fighting schemes.. along with kind thoughts of generosity, and love. He can be your best friend and a fast made enemy, in one quick and easily made movement. He likes to speak, whether it be to himself or to others he doesn’t really care, and usually it makes others wonder if hes.. Well fully there. The male has a sharp tongue, one which tends to flick out and spit snide remarks when provoked. The male has a fiery spirit, and does not have to really do anything to attract attention.. All he has to do is let his cerulean eyes do the talking for him.. and miraculously suddenly he is among a new group of wolves. Females seem to find him irresistable, although he has never found true love.. As he knows that once he finds it.. It will be his one weakness, and he is afraid of the day that he will look passionately into someones eyes and say those three little words.. That feeling of utter desire, although there are all those other options! Something could go wrong, something could happen and he could be left alone.. Utterly alone. Another fear is that one day he will be left alone with no one to care for him. The male would like to think that he is strong.. But somewhere deep down, he is slightly insecure and unsure of himself.. Of where life plans on taking him. One who is not dark, and not neutral but somewhere in between.. He is more of a sly and cunning fox then anything, his intelligent remarks making others stop and think a moment or two before they respond.
History: Her history to her is one of the very things that shaped her.. Made her the way she is, in every possible way. It all began when the two of them were born her and Hera.. And automatically the ebonite female became the favorite. Who knows why.. The two were almost equal looks wise, and their parents were proud they had produced such beautiful off spring, although Hera was more vain then Tain was.. Always flaunting herself for the other males.. Whom had to be swatted away quickly or be provoked into something they would regret later. Males came to Tain too.. But she wasn’t the same as Hera or atleast not quite yet, and by the time she had been courted what seemed to be countless times she finally gave up, and gave into the feeling. Now the two had found something that they both enjoyed.. males The two could talk share everything that most sisters should have shared but are to shy to.
One day a male appeared and Hera seemed to end up caring for him.. Truly caring and Tain was left to scope out the others alone.. With no collective criticism and only her own thoughts to guide her.. Although in the end that was better anyways, and she enjoyed herself much more. Tain knew that there was another within the pack that had his eyes on Hera.. and had for a very long time, although she had been to blind to see it. Her own eyes veiled by the very thing which now blossomed from within her heart for Jidvei.
And then the unthinkable happened.. She had been sleeping, along with the rest of the pack when they came, large in force.. What seemed to be millions of them, all sizes all shapes, and that were following him.. Hera’s love, her beloved.. It had all been a trap.. They had been set up. Snarls were sent forth from her elegant maw, and with a quick movement she was on her feet, mother and father both already sprinting for the entrance.. It had begun...
The fight was long and harsh, wolves surrounding her on all sides, their blood staining her magnificent coloured coat in a rainbow of reds, crimsons, and vermilions.
The fighting lasted for what seemed to be hours, continuous movement on her feet, and continuous slashes with her muzzle in other wolves directions. One wolfs claw caught her across the eye.. and that is why she has the elegantly curved scar across her face. It was then after most of the fighting had ceased, her breath heavy that she saw the ebonite form of her sister upon the ground, his form holding her roughly around the neck and she took her for dead.
With that the female fled running after her own family’s retreat and leaving the others for dead. Little did she know that as she left the male was pushed by another forcing his jaws open and Hera to live, although unconscious. She wandered for many days, months, years.. Even she does not know for sure, as she wandered in a dull stupor at the loss of most of her family.. And those that had lived she was unable to find.
She is now here.. To make a new life for herself.. To scope out what there is to see.. and to find out if her sister could be out there somewhere.. **Over the rainbow** :) I couldn’t help it..