Post by euphie on Jan 23, 2022 6:47:04 GMT
Cinders
General Information
Alias(es): Cinders, Sun-in-Shadow
Gender: Female
Age: 8 weeks
Pack: loner
Rank: n/a
Appearance
Wild, feral, messy, and too thin. All accurate descriptions of the small wolf pup. But beneath the fur matted with blood, dirt, and mud lies lean and thick muscles, leading down to big paws that promise a healthy future for the pup if she survives to see it. Beneath the mud and grime that has accumulated over time, however, the fur is shockingly white and soft, pure as the driven snow. Her eyes are a vibrant purple shade, the very picture of a helpless little pup. But beneath the soft exterior of the pup is a survivor and predator in the making. Her eyes are sharp and wary despite her normally trusting nature and her paws are hardened with use as opposed to the normal softness of pups her age. She's a survivor through and through.
Reputation + Personality
There are two sides to cinders personality: The lucid part who acknowledges and remembers the past, and the usual deluded one whose mind has hidden the truth from her for her sanity.
Cinders, when she remembers, is a young woman whom extraordinary circumstance has forged into a formidable creature who seems wise and capable well beyond her years. She is intensely charismatic, with a real knack for reading those around her and adjusting her approach to them as needed to accomplish the desired results while ensuring they never see it is, in fact, a learned mask she wears.
Who she is most of the time, however, is a pup and her ability to express ideas is somewhat limited, but where most her age communicate in fractured words she communicates in full sentences and despite her young age has a sad grasp on how the world around her works. Of course, for all her maturity and fiercness she is still a pup. Playful and eager to please those around her, in no small part because pleasing others is likely how she has survived this long. She is also naive and far too friendly for a loner, trusting those around her to genuinely return her kindness and good nature that she shows them. The child's mind incapable of dealing with the trauma it has seen simply hiding it away most days, leaving her a free-spirited child in love with life and the world around her.
History
To meet Cinders today: The traumatized yet infinitely brave young girl that she is, who possesses both an unearthly and yet grounded glow to her, you would never expect how normal her early life was.
Born to an independent pair of wolves, with no pack except for the three of them, living in the outskirts of the forests where others rarely tread. Cinders spent her time playing with her siblings and growing into her young body, learning to hunt and to grow independent, showing full promise of becoming a fierce adult given time and nurturing to develop into said creature.
But time was not something she was allowed.
And so it was, Cinders awoke one night to the sounds of fighting, only to see her parents desperately trying to defend their children from a wolf pack who had stumbled upon them. Apparently the territory had not been so neutral as they thought, and their presence was a threat, a threat to be eliminated. Suddenly her mother scooped her up and attempted to flee the den with her. But had she gotten away this would not be a story worth telling would it?
The wolves spotted her, however, and in a flash Cinders was knocked from her mothers mouth as the smell she would soon know was blood filled her nostrils. The pack did not rest, not until her parents and siblings were dead, and had it not been for her own wounds and her decision then to play dead Cinders would have surely joined them that night. Pale and fragile as she was all she had to do was hold her breath, stare vacantly into the distance, and remain still as a statue, the wolves paid her no mind and when they left soon after Cinders was able to flee.
Cinders was too young to comprehend death but old enough to know danger. So she fled deep into the woods where no one would find her. She ran for days, unceasingly, till finally her paws gave out beneath her and she collapsed in a heap. But she would wake, and she would live. Cinders hasn't left the woods since that day of the attack, just one more way to put a barrier between herself and the trauma. She lives as a wolf in the forest, alone, safe, guarded and getting stronger day by day.
Perhaps one day she will be strong enough to confront the memories.
General Information
Alias(es): Cinders, Sun-in-Shadow
Gender: Female
Age: 8 weeks
Pack: loner
Rank: n/a
Appearance
Wild, feral, messy, and too thin. All accurate descriptions of the small wolf pup. But beneath the fur matted with blood, dirt, and mud lies lean and thick muscles, leading down to big paws that promise a healthy future for the pup if she survives to see it. Beneath the mud and grime that has accumulated over time, however, the fur is shockingly white and soft, pure as the driven snow. Her eyes are a vibrant purple shade, the very picture of a helpless little pup. But beneath the soft exterior of the pup is a survivor and predator in the making. Her eyes are sharp and wary despite her normally trusting nature and her paws are hardened with use as opposed to the normal softness of pups her age. She's a survivor through and through.
Reputation + Personality
There are two sides to cinders personality: The lucid part who acknowledges and remembers the past, and the usual deluded one whose mind has hidden the truth from her for her sanity.
Cinders, when she remembers, is a young woman whom extraordinary circumstance has forged into a formidable creature who seems wise and capable well beyond her years. She is intensely charismatic, with a real knack for reading those around her and adjusting her approach to them as needed to accomplish the desired results while ensuring they never see it is, in fact, a learned mask she wears.
Who she is most of the time, however, is a pup and her ability to express ideas is somewhat limited, but where most her age communicate in fractured words she communicates in full sentences and despite her young age has a sad grasp on how the world around her works. Of course, for all her maturity and fiercness she is still a pup. Playful and eager to please those around her, in no small part because pleasing others is likely how she has survived this long. She is also naive and far too friendly for a loner, trusting those around her to genuinely return her kindness and good nature that she shows them. The child's mind incapable of dealing with the trauma it has seen simply hiding it away most days, leaving her a free-spirited child in love with life and the world around her.
History
To meet Cinders today: The traumatized yet infinitely brave young girl that she is, who possesses both an unearthly and yet grounded glow to her, you would never expect how normal her early life was.
Born to an independent pair of wolves, with no pack except for the three of them, living in the outskirts of the forests where others rarely tread. Cinders spent her time playing with her siblings and growing into her young body, learning to hunt and to grow independent, showing full promise of becoming a fierce adult given time and nurturing to develop into said creature.
But time was not something she was allowed.
And so it was, Cinders awoke one night to the sounds of fighting, only to see her parents desperately trying to defend their children from a wolf pack who had stumbled upon them. Apparently the territory had not been so neutral as they thought, and their presence was a threat, a threat to be eliminated. Suddenly her mother scooped her up and attempted to flee the den with her. But had she gotten away this would not be a story worth telling would it?
The wolves spotted her, however, and in a flash Cinders was knocked from her mothers mouth as the smell she would soon know was blood filled her nostrils. The pack did not rest, not until her parents and siblings were dead, and had it not been for her own wounds and her decision then to play dead Cinders would have surely joined them that night. Pale and fragile as she was all she had to do was hold her breath, stare vacantly into the distance, and remain still as a statue, the wolves paid her no mind and when they left soon after Cinders was able to flee.
Cinders was too young to comprehend death but old enough to know danger. So she fled deep into the woods where no one would find her. She ran for days, unceasingly, till finally her paws gave out beneath her and she collapsed in a heap. But she would wake, and she would live. Cinders hasn't left the woods since that day of the attack, just one more way to put a barrier between herself and the trauma. She lives as a wolf in the forest, alone, safe, guarded and getting stronger day by day.
Perhaps one day she will be strong enough to confront the memories.