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Keane
Aug 4, 2009 23:31:45 GMT
Post by Keane on Aug 4, 2009 23:31:45 GMT
Name: Casimira Keane Aliases: Keane Gender: Female Age: 7 Status: Loner Mate: Unsure..if you can put up with her.
Appearance:
Have you ever seen a ghost breath mist of snow where no snow falls? Or a shadow set across a white landscape, but streaking and blending as it weaves? Keane is not much different. She is tall and large, strong with an intimidating air that could put off the most dominant males. Her eyes are riddled with a history that is never uttered, and some times she appears only as a mirage. Her long legs carry her far faster than most wolves, although you would be surprised to learn she cannot see. Both eyes are blinded, the deepest blue that has seen dreams but cannot see reality. Deep spots of an almost blue tint cover her black fur, moving into a lighter almost white. Her coat is heavy, telling of a land that is too cold for the pads of your paws to stay too long on.
She moves with a simple litheness, used to the smells of the world, the feel of earth beneath paw pads to guide her. Her long hair is clean, well-kempt, her entire appearence seeming only as ghostly as her own words. A thick chain cuff is around her front right paw, but she moves with ease, her body used to it's weight after the many years she's borne it. Her words are soft, almost like a wisp that you can't understand. She seems far beyond this realm, as though trapped between life and death for what may seem like an eternity to those who have met her.
Personality: The very few words that could even begin to describe Keane are that she's not quite here, firmly, in the land of the living. Sometimes she seems to be looking at something not there. Some wolves take it as mysticisim, others as mere craziness, but Keane has never shared her opinion of it with anyone. She has a great distrust of everyone, and prefers being alone rather than being in a pack. She's never truely known kindness or love, as her life has been known to be filled with twists and turns. She is in best ways described as a nomad, a gypsy wolf even. She's full of wisdom, things most wouldn't know, yet you cannot tell if she's true or if maybe you just came across a crazy wolf. She says odd things, later on doesn't remember them. It's always hard to say what you will recieve with Keane. She's as ever-changing as the ocean waves.
History: We begin with a dog. Not a wolf, truely, as her breed was Siberian Husky in it's earlier forms. She was well known as a beautiful dog among the many owners she'd had, but one day they found her missing. It was hard to tell how she'd gotten out, but maybe her rope had broke, or something had chewed it. It was there she met Keane's father, Sigrid. He was a beautiful, blue-tint wolf that charmed her with his smile, his odd manner. They stayed together a season, and then, heavy with pups, the owners found the young Husky in her den. They dragged her out, and harshly locked her in a cage. Sigrid's howl broke the snow that day with anger, when he found his mate gone, the den empty.
Only one pup was born though, probably from the shortage of food that year. She wasn't healthy and wasn't strong in that cold cage, but her mother tried her best. The young pup grew, a strange mix of colors. The humans were frightened of her, tied her up when she was old enough, and barely fed her. She spent years malnourished, and in the end sickness stole away her sight. Eshkol, Keane's mother, passed away soon. It took Sigrid years to find his pup, but he did. The malnourished young wolf was chained tightly to the cage she had grown up in, that her mother had died in. In his rage Sigrid slew two humans, and managed to break the chain off the wood.
It was then Keane's life changed. She knew hardship, but she knew happiness. Sigrid took and taught her, but could never stay for long for she reminded him of his lost mate. It was one night he didn't come back to the den that Keane knew she would have to fare on her own. That she did, joining a small traveling pack. They taught her things as well, but the call of leaving is sometimes so strong, that when it calls, you must go. That happened to Keane as well, and it still does. To this day, she roams the lands, coming across different parts. When a tale of a large pack called Ithara reached her ears, she headed that way. She knew the land well, and it would be nice to know the pack leaders as well. Or moreso, maybe it was just curiosity..curiosity that blessed her with the leaving that always gripped her so.
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Keane
Aug 4, 2009 23:37:40 GMT
Post by Dark on Aug 4, 2009 23:37:40 GMT
A lovely character <3 I just adore her <3 Undeniably accepted! :3 [/size]
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