Seyda - A Warrior's Tale

Guest

Name: Seyda

Gender: Female

Age: 3 years

Breed: Gray Wolf

Height: 75 cm.

Pack: Pyrvanthros

Rank Requested: Warrior with ambitions to become Lead Warrior or Guardian.

Appearance:
Seyda is unusually tall for a female, standing at 75 cm tall, putting her even with most average males. She is lean and light though, giving her agility and speed. Underneath her thick and lush fur, she has a muscular frame, toned and hardened due to the years of being alone and fighting for herself. Her thick and long fur is black as midnight and she does her best to keep it as clean as any lone wolf has time to do. Piercing, icy, blue eyes stare out from her slim and black face, giving her an eery appearance that sets many wolves on edge. Her muzzle is scarred on the left side, evidence of a horrific fight. The scars have kept hair from growing completely in the area although the thickness of her fur helps to hide the many scars. She is also scarred on her underbelly, something very few wolves have ever had the chance to see since she is not submissive by nature. Overall, she is not an unattractive wolf but she has been hardened and shaped by her hard past.

Personality:
Seyda appears cool and cautious on the outside, reserved and aloof. She distances others because she has difficulty trusting those she does not know well. Very few, if any wolves, currently alive can say they know her well or even at all. However, beneath her icy and unwelcoming exterior is a passionate she-wolf. She is unafraid of confrontation but does not thrive off it. Her trust is hard to gain but once won, she is fiercely loyal. She is steadfast and determined in her friends, ready to lay her life down for those she knows and trusts. Given the opportunity, her icy facade could melt and she could grow into a fiery and truly alive she-wolf. She is not naturally submissive and sometimes struggles with that as she's lived alone most of her life and as a daughter of an Alpha for the rest of it. She is untrusting of love and doesn't seem interested in finding love or a mate despite it being one of her deepest buried secrets. She simply yearns for love and a place to call her home so she can finally stop running. Seyda also has a soft spot for the innocent and pups since she couldn't protect her brothers and sisters, she has a strong need to protect the innocent now.

Photo:

History:
Seyda was born into a small pack in the far mountains. They had been weakened by a disease that had wiped out many of their members. Her father was the pack's Beta and her mother was their Lead Healer. Hers was the first litter to be born since the wasting disease and, so, she and her brothers and sisters were celebrated by the pack. Unfortunately, the weakened pack could not protect and fend for all the pups. Only Seyda and one of her brothers survived. They grew and the pack slowly regained some strength and stability. Seyda was the opposite of her brother, black where he was white, fierce where he was gentle, hard where he was soft. She was becoming every fiercely loyal inch that her father was while her brother grew more in the grace and love of their mother. The next spring, Seyda and her brother turned one, her father became Alpha when the current Alpha and his mate were too weakened to continue to lead. Her mother, seemingly the only fertile she-wolf left after the disease, birthed another litter, this one much stronger and healthier. It was at this time, a new illness entered the pack in the form of a rogue wolf they decided to let enter. He was a young and ambitious wolf that would help to strength the pack, only he was tainted with a darkness and hunger for power. He asked for a private audience with the Alpha, Seyda's father, and the two left on a midnight walk to discuss what seemed like pack concerns. The treacherous young new comer, not strong enough to beat the Alpha, pushed him from an icy ledge on the mountain, killing him. He came in the night to the pups den, killing their mother and all the pups. Only Seyda and her brother remained alive. When the wolf came for them, Seyda fought to protect her brother and herself. The wolf, impressed by her fierceness, let her live after scarring her profusely. He did not spare her brother. He planned to strengthen his claim on Alpha by forcing Seyda to mate with him when the time came. The rest of the pack awoke to the slaughter and scent of blood the next morning and too weak to do anything, submitted to the young male. Seyda lived under his rule for only a few more months, punished and brutalized by him continually. She grew more fierce, learned how to defend herself, and took every beating the Alpha forced upon her.

Finally, when the winter was nearing and she was nearing two years of age, Seyda knew she would be forced to become his mate, she left, refusing to submit to her fate. In the dead of night, black as the night itself, she ghosted away. For months she ran and for months, the Alpha, driven more mad by her escape, hunted her relentlessly. Few times he came close enough to almost claim her but Seyda always managed to escape. Months turned to years as she ran constantly. Her third year came and went but signs of the Alpha chasing her slowly stopped appearing. Weeks of not seeing or scenting the chasing Alpha turned months and then almost a whole year. It seemed, her running was at an end and she was finally free. It was winter now and she would be four in the spring. She knew what her next step was. She was a skilled fighter and hunter, knowledgeable about a small amount of healing as any wolf on the run must be. Her trust was hard to win but once received, she was fiercely loyal and unwavering in her determination. Beneath her cold and angry exterior, deep down underneath her scars, was a loving wolf. It was time for Seyda to find a pack.

Joining Keys: Member placed the keys and have been removed for the fair joining of future members. - Elder Azul

How did you find Age? I found an ad for Ages on another TeenWolf site I previously RPed on.

Example Post:
Seyda glided across the barren land stretched out in front of her, midnight paws barely touching the ground as she ran with all the considerable speed she could muster. Her muscular legs were like elastic iron shooting her forward with every long stride of her lean body. She was invisible here, against the darkened night sky, ghosting forward at one with the land around her. She was free like this, she was flying. She could feel her spirit soaring and for a moment she believed she was meant to be eagle instead of a wolf. Running was home to her. She'd been running for as long as she could remember and it'd become her only comfort in an otherwise miserable existence. If she ran hard enough, made herself weak with exhaustion, the horrid images that were always swimming in her mind's eye would fade. For a moment she would not see the slaughtered bodies of her brothers and sisters carelessly strewn about a den painted red with their bloods. For a moment, she could forget seeing her mother's body, beautiful even in death, sliced from exposed to neck to her underbelly, staining her white fur an awful scarlet. But most of all, she could not remember what her dear brother, her only surviving litter mate, looked like with his neck bent at an ungodly angle, once lively blue eyes milky white, frozen in his last moments of horror. The images ripped from Seyda in a gut wrenching howl that shattered the frozen silent of the night.

Willing herself away from the memories, Seyda urged her body faster, pushing harder and harder, wanting to put more distance between herself and the images that haunted her. As much as she loved running, she had grown so weary of it. She wanted to stop, to rest. She could remember what being a part of a pack was like. In her most hidden parts, she yearned once more for a family. All her life, she had never dared to put a pack in danger with her presence but it'd been a full year since last she'd spotted the vengeful and mad Alpha that had hunted her all her life. And in that year, an awful thing has happened. She'd begun to hope she could join a pack and live and love like a normal wolf. She knew that hope was a dangerous thing, it could drive a wolf mad with longing and grief if it was denied them. Seyda knew she should not indulge such lethal thoughts but she could not help herself. She'd even found a new and growing pack and had begun to scout the area. She was young, strong, fertile, loyal and skilled. Any pack could use a wolf such as her, but a growing pack surely could not afford to turn her away. And so, hope blossomed in her chest as she approached the borderlands. Maybe, just maybe...

Site Season/Year: 5th Winter

Welcome and thank you for choosing Age, Seyda. But before you can be accepted there are a couple things you need to adjust before you can be accepted:

- Her history is a little confusing. It says after months she was wandering around, but it is Winter now. In the next couple of months, she will be 4 and wolves are not allowed to mate here until they are 2. So please clarify, maybe give more of a time frame and some details.

Fix this and we will approve your profile.

Guest

Fixed

In your history, please use written numbers, not the actual number.

Guest

Fixed xD

Now before you can get started, please add your wolf to the following pages:

- Name Claim
- Ranks
- Relationships
- Height Chart
- Character List

Once you have completed these things, please head to the border of your prospective pack and post!

» Taking Time [Raymond/Erenyx Warriors]

Seyda - A Warrior's Tale

Seyda - A Warrior's Tale

Similar topics

Similar topics