Post by dasarael on Aug 14, 2015 22:30:56 GMT
Dasarael
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2 Years old
Female
Rank of: Loner
Likes:--
Dislikes: She'll tell you
Scent: Roses and fire
Parents: Kabara x Jagylia
(Jagylia had another mate which is the father of Dasarael, Iresetta. A Hell hound that's battle-scarred.)
Siblings: Ghaloke, Carnony, Miriu, Thireki
Appearance: Dark reddish-black pelt with blood colored markings, golden-orange contracted gaze, white mane, white tail tip
Fears: None
Trusts: None
Loyal too: None
Wishes for: Family
Abilities: Premonitions (Future Sight),White Flames
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Background
Dasa was born a feral Hell hound. Her mother, a mouthy bitch that flaunted herself about, got pregnant by another male named Irestta. Thus giving birth to Dasarael. Dasarael ate her sibling within the womb. Her mother hated her along with Kabara.
They called her many unjustly names but the one that stuck the most was Bad Blood. This she was known by everywhere as the Bad Blood of Kabara. Kabara grew tired of her being traced back to his name and chased her, a five month old pup, away. He didn't care what happened to her, he wanted her gone for good. As for Kabara's mate; Jagylia was chained and caged for disobeying him and would forever be locked away, bearing only his pups.
Dasarael learned to hunt for herself. It was hard and some days she'd starve. She was now only a year old but quite wise from all of the experience she got from wandering. Not understanding just how far she wandered and walked the landscapes were vastly different. There were things such as dogs and cats, humans and birds, everywhere.
She had made her way to the surface unknowingly with no idea of how to return. She watched as wolf packs chased her off from fear of her, dogs yelped and cried running away, cats...Well, reacted as cats would. A nice rake over the face made Dasa burn them to yowls of pain until they died. She over heard an old dog talking another old mutt as they sat in their yards. She phased through the fences to lay and listen to them one day.
They would speak of every dog in the area that they knew or heard about. The old dogs thought that she was the reaper to carry them away. She would only smile to them and say they had many more days to live, which they did, and ask that they continue their stories and gossip. She learned much about dogs and cats from these two. When they had to go inside to their humans Dasa would leave but return and wait for them the next day.
This went on for about a year until Dasarael had to take the two old dogs souls, their time was up. She was filled with sadness at losing two friends. The only friends she ever had. With knowledge about many things she set off from the city and neighborhood she had been bouncing around in to go back to wandering again. Before she left though, she left behind two giant rose bushes that grew over the two old dogs whom she loved and cared for in such a short amount of time.
Now two years old she wandered the lands, a particular scent calling to her. Not a scent persay but many. These scents were some what familiar, she yearned to meet them. She traveled at a fast pace for days. Ten days she ran, never stopping, and finally arrived.
A pack of Hell hounds like her but of better breed. She stood far from them panting thick white smoke clouds of excitement. Over her travels her flames were not orange or red or even looked remotely like fire. Instead her flames were the color of her mane and tail tip, white. She had given herself a new nick name in place of the bad one, White Flame.
A new test now was to integrate herself, a hated hound from birth, into the ranks of this pack and hope that none knew of her nickname; Bad Blood.
If that was spoken she would know whom to hate for eternity.
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Romance
Romantic Orientation: Straight
Current Mate: None
Past Mate(s): None
Open?: Yes
Wants pups?: Yes
Pups:None
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Relationships
Key:
| ● Doesn't know | ●● Neutral | ●●● Spoken to |
| ● Lusting for | ●● Loves | ●●● Is in a serious relationship with |
| ● Respect | ●● Apprentice | ●●● Mentored by |
| ● Cautious | ●● Doesn't Trust | ●●● Fears |
| ● Acquaintance | ●● Friend | ●●● Best Friend |
| ● Uncomfortable Around | ●● Avoids | ●●● Jealousy |
| ● Enjoys | ●● Cares for | ●●● Will defend with their lives |
| ● Slight Attraction | ●● Crushing | ●●● Strong romantic feelings towards |
| ● Dislikes | ●● Hatred | ●●● Utterly Loathes |
| ☠ Dead | ★ Family |
| ● Mourns/Sorrow |
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________________________________________
_____________________________
2 Years old
Female
Rank of: Loner
Likes:--
Dislikes: She'll tell you
Scent: Roses and fire
Parents: Kabara x Jagylia
(Jagylia had another mate which is the father of Dasarael, Iresetta. A Hell hound that's battle-scarred.)
Siblings: Ghaloke, Carnony, Miriu, Thireki
Appearance: Dark reddish-black pelt with blood colored markings, golden-orange contracted gaze, white mane, white tail tip
Fears: None
Trusts: None
Loyal too: None
Wishes for: Family
Abilities: Premonitions (Future Sight),White Flames
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Background
Dasa was born a feral Hell hound. Her mother, a mouthy bitch that flaunted herself about, got pregnant by another male named Irestta. Thus giving birth to Dasarael. Dasarael ate her sibling within the womb. Her mother hated her along with Kabara.
They called her many unjustly names but the one that stuck the most was Bad Blood. This she was known by everywhere as the Bad Blood of Kabara. Kabara grew tired of her being traced back to his name and chased her, a five month old pup, away. He didn't care what happened to her, he wanted her gone for good. As for Kabara's mate; Jagylia was chained and caged for disobeying him and would forever be locked away, bearing only his pups.
Dasarael learned to hunt for herself. It was hard and some days she'd starve. She was now only a year old but quite wise from all of the experience she got from wandering. Not understanding just how far she wandered and walked the landscapes were vastly different. There were things such as dogs and cats, humans and birds, everywhere.
She had made her way to the surface unknowingly with no idea of how to return. She watched as wolf packs chased her off from fear of her, dogs yelped and cried running away, cats...Well, reacted as cats would. A nice rake over the face made Dasa burn them to yowls of pain until they died. She over heard an old dog talking another old mutt as they sat in their yards. She phased through the fences to lay and listen to them one day.
They would speak of every dog in the area that they knew or heard about. The old dogs thought that she was the reaper to carry them away. She would only smile to them and say they had many more days to live, which they did, and ask that they continue their stories and gossip. She learned much about dogs and cats from these two. When they had to go inside to their humans Dasa would leave but return and wait for them the next day.
This went on for about a year until Dasarael had to take the two old dogs souls, their time was up. She was filled with sadness at losing two friends. The only friends she ever had. With knowledge about many things she set off from the city and neighborhood she had been bouncing around in to go back to wandering again. Before she left though, she left behind two giant rose bushes that grew over the two old dogs whom she loved and cared for in such a short amount of time.
Now two years old she wandered the lands, a particular scent calling to her. Not a scent persay but many. These scents were some what familiar, she yearned to meet them. She traveled at a fast pace for days. Ten days she ran, never stopping, and finally arrived.
A pack of Hell hounds like her but of better breed. She stood far from them panting thick white smoke clouds of excitement. Over her travels her flames were not orange or red or even looked remotely like fire. Instead her flames were the color of her mane and tail tip, white. She had given herself a new nick name in place of the bad one, White Flame.
A new test now was to integrate herself, a hated hound from birth, into the ranks of this pack and hope that none knew of her nickname; Bad Blood.
If that was spoken she would know whom to hate for eternity.
_______________________________________________
Romance
Romantic Orientation: Straight
Current Mate: None
Past Mate(s): None
Open?: Yes
Wants pups?: Yes
Pups:None
______________________________________________
Relationships
Key:
| ● Doesn't know | ●● Neutral | ●●● Spoken to |
| ● Lusting for | ●● Loves | ●●● Is in a serious relationship with |
| ● Respect | ●● Apprentice | ●●● Mentored by |
| ● Cautious | ●● Doesn't Trust | ●●● Fears |
| ● Acquaintance | ●● Friend | ●●● Best Friend |
| ● Uncomfortable Around | ●● Avoids | ●●● Jealousy |
| ● Enjoys | ●● Cares for | ●●● Will defend with their lives |
| ● Slight Attraction | ●● Crushing | ●●● Strong romantic feelings towards |
| ● Dislikes | ●● Hatred | ●●● Utterly Loathes |
| ☠ Dead | ★ Family |
| ● Mourns/Sorrow |
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