Post by Night on Mar 23, 2013 14:32:50 GMT -5
Oh, the battle may be bloody, but that kind of works for me
The melody of angry growls
A counterpoint of painful howls
A symphony of death, oh my!
That's my lullaby
Scratch is gone... but Cloud's still around
To love this little lad
Till he learns to be a killer
With a lust for being bad!
Cloud
Her name is short enough.
The leader of the Clousea pack.
One Year
Female
Cloud is not like any other English wolf; there are more reasons than one, too. The first, and most easy to figure out, is that she is not in England or whatever; but this is not about where she lives. This is about her strange appearence, which makes her a bit of an outcast in both of the places she lives, and lived; Clousea and England, with the crowds of wolves. But, we might as well get on with her appearence, right? English wolves are known to be big, even the females; but the wolf we're talking about is a small wolf, barely one year. The English wolves have short, course, fuzzy fur; Cloud, again, is the exact opposite of these wolves. Her fur is long, sleek, and soft; in a way, this makes her an excellent swimmer, as she can push back water with little resistance; but, as her fur is long, there is more resistance than there would be if it was just short and sleek. Around Cloud's face, her fur grows short and choppy, keeping it out of her crystal blue eyes. Cloud's legs are long and thin, and her stomach is very small, unlike other female's. The tiny English wolf wishes she was bigger and stronger, unaware of the rippling muscles just on her shoulders, making her stronger than she thinks. Speaking of fur, Cloud's fur is a beautiful, snow white when it is dry; when wet, it deepens into a dull white. On her muzzle, there is a stripe of cream, just enough to show that she is not pure white.
First of all, we might as well get one thing out: Cloud hates the English langauge. She would rather eat tree bark than learn ANY word of English, so she speaks only her pack words. It might seem picky, but she doesn't want to quit using the words entirely; learning English would seem like she was doing so. Also,Cloud could care less about anyone or their family; not even pups. Because of this, Cloud HATES males; if she ever sees one, she will insult it in her pack's words, not caring what they said back to her. Because of this, Cloud probably won't have many friends, if any; but Cloud doesn't care, because she likes being alone. Cloud is a peaceful wolf, never wanting to fight, but she's also not a coward. She WILL fight, if she has to. Even if it's to the death. Cloud defends what she thinks is right, and will never talk to the other wolf until they stop the argument. If Cloud is to choose a mate, which is very unlikely, she has several requirements for them; first, they must never jump into battle, as Cloud can defend herself. She's not a English princess, crying out for help. Second, they MUST know her pack's words, or learn quickly; she is not giving it up. The third is that they will let her wander around, even if she is about to have pups.
So, we get to the most violent part of Cloud's bio, now. If you want to give up now, you can. I might have gone easy on some wolves, but not poor Cloud. If you are still reading, you're brave. Well, here we go. I'll start off with her birth. Cloud was born a bloody birth to a English female and her English mate; pure blood. But something went wrong with this birth. Cloud's mother started bleeding right in the middle, and almost died as her pups were born. The first was coated in blood, as it squirmed, cryed out, and went still. A still-born pup. The second was licked but fur quickly soaked up blood. The pup struggled to her mother, but stopped and went still, too suddenly for her mother to know. She kept licking and murmuring the pups name. "Lune. Lune. Lune. Lune? LUNE! LUNE! Lune...Luuuuuunnnneee." She stopped as the last pup came, and this one seemed stronger than the one she had named Lune, which wasn't saying much. She moved forward and started to suckle, the milk sliding inside her stomach. A few months later, Cloud's father became alpha of the English pack, so her mother was the alpha female and Cloud was the Heir. But her father fell in love with another wolf. When Cloud's mother was near the river, her father came. Cloud's mother nudged him playfully into the water. Cloud's father held a pack meeting and said that he was going to kill his mate for her crimes. He jumped down from the rock and attacked his shocked mate. At this time, Cloud had slipped out of the pack territory. She traveled along before entering Clousea.
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