Post by Miss Rei on Aug 24, 2011 14:11:00 GMT -5
Coka[/color][/font]
I hurt myself today to see if I still feel
Curse ||
Coka
Dubbed ||
N/A
Liniage ||
Canis Rufus
Seasons ||
Eight (Two Full Orbital Rotations)
Battered ||
Twelve Seasons
I focus on the pain[/color][/font]
the only thing that's real
Chromazone ||
Harlot
Paintage ||
Dappled with all the colors of dust, her crown holds a peppered and aged hue, specked with cream. Her orbs laced with a thick ebon ribbon that merges into soft brow shadows. Her bodice relay her crown, her flanks a soft brown with brindled grey and cream. Her whipcord a sheen salt and pepper collage.
Orbital Hues ||
Rust
Memories ||
Cokas' right ear is severely mangled around the tip, clipped numerous times. There is also thick damaged tissue that lay underneath her chest pelt.
Build ||
As a fae her stature is not as large as a brute, at only twenty two inches, she rests in the shadows of others. Her mass is a mere eighty pounds. Even though small in stature her body holds mostly muscle that flexes nicely under her taut pelt.
Her auds larger than normal let her easily pick up on her surrounds more easily than those with average ears, yet they also pose a risk of being torn and pulled at during fighting which has happened on numerous occasions.
Her vocals are piercing, her howl is contagious and slices through the air like a knife. Even though her howling vocals are elegant and agile, her vocals are usually raspy and yippish. Her throat has been clamped many times causing some sort of damage to her voice box, this left her with a masculine tone.
Her orbs are the most exuberant of her features. They remain tense in all situations and can hold a stare for an impeccable amount of time. The lace that lay around her eyes make her orbs even more drastic and wide.
The needle tears a hole[/color][/font]
The old familiar sting
Rank || None
Mate || None (open)
Skills ||
Due to the fact that Coka is rather small she can not bring down large prey without assistant, but in a pack setting her small stature plays in her favor assisting her agility She can easily manipulate the path of prey along with fleeing the danger zone with little worry. The one this Coka is good at is confrontation. She has a cool sense about her, but a many of times when called for she will gladly defend herself in battle. Again with her small stature and agile build maneuvering through a fight is easy.
Likes ||
- Sun Bathing, nothing makes her happier than soaking up the rays in her pelt
- Hunting, even though she mustn't do it alone she enjoys the adrenaline rush
- Racing, her mitts can easily tear up mother earth
- Mediating, nothing is better than resolving conflict
Dislikes ||
- Being the brunt of a joke, nobody likes this...
- Being judged by her stature
- Egotistical individuals
Flaws ||
- Sounding rude, the tone just escapes sometimes
- Passionate Fighter, sometimes it's a curse
- Letting her past intervene with her future
Worst Fears ||
- Dishonor, nothing scares Coka more than dishonoring her fellow pack family
- Disappointment, Coka tries her hardest to be the best she can be
- The night, it's just...the darknes
Personality ||
Coka is a rather quite individual. Most of the time she doesn't speak unless spoken too. Her voice strains with each word spoken so she can be assumed to be introverted. Even though Coka doesn't speak she definitely lets her options be heard. Her stature does not match with her mind, she thinks large and confronts problems easily.
The femme has a strong bond with whelps, a string seems to some how tether herself and the pups together; an unspoken bond you could say. Orbs hide many things, and many a times Cokas are senseless, she holds much pain her her soul but unlike others; her eyes are not the window to her soul. She tries her hardest to fill her time with tending to others worries rather than addressing her own.
Sadly, Coka could be misunderstood and taken as standoffish, but this is only due to her past. She shows her loyalty and love in other ways. You could say she lays in the wake of devastation, her heart has been mangled, sometimes she has been called lost in desperation and in rare cases, failure is all she is known for.
Cokas desire to pull away from the burden of her bittersweet past seems to only be heard by the heavens with tempered grace, this is usually why Coka is dames a empty vessel. Many just unfold their problems upon her until she has been filled. She remembers all the sadness and frustrations....but she can never let it go.
Try to kill it all away[/color][/font]
But I remember everything, what have I become?
Family Relationships ||
Tibara, the lost vessel
Kuda, Donor
Keefa, loving shadow
Tuki, substance
Klondike, doting protector
Enemy Relationships ||
Methius, bastard child; hunter
My sweetest friend[/color][/font]
Everyone I know goes away in the end
History ||
A fumbling, clumsy, and almost deaf whelp had been found on the outskirts of the Tsuti coyote pack. The pup couldn't be older than two weeks since her large bat obtrusive ears laid crinkled against the sensitive canal. A femme had picked her up gently by the scruff, but the pup fought hard against the so gentle teeth upon the nape of her neck. The female placed the pup down to see that the nape of the pups neck has been chapped and almost hairless. Small teeth holes, not malicious, but as if the pup has been carried for days by the scruff. Gently the maw wrapped around the skinny whelps midriff and carried her back to her den. The femmes name was Keefa; and her sister Tuki has just delivered a few pups of her own. Keefa knew the little whelp would not make it one more day without substance and she herself was not producing. Tuki took the whelp with some residing hesitation. The pup was a vicious suckling, prying and shoving, bulldozing over the others to regain some sort of life back into her little body. Keefa and Tuki has watched the almost dead pup come back to life at the first sense of a meal, they named her Coka.
Coka has been abandoned on the outskirts of the coyote pack, left for dead is something didn't know nor did she wish to think about it. Keefa was one of the Pack Leaders daughters, he did not like the idea of a wolf being raised among his kind, but once Coka began growing he noticed her stunted stature. Klondike, the leader took Coka under his wing and thought of her as his own, but so did Keefa. Coka called Keefa her mother and Tuki her aunt.
Even though her stature was small she still ate much more than all the other coyotes, making it a bit difficult for Coka. She had to fend for herself as much as she could, Klondike couldn't do much to help this since he knew the others needed to eat as well and he couldn't make an exception for Coka. There was another like her, Methius, but he was like them, he was a coyote and he rubbed it in her face constantly that he fit in better than her.
The femme began questioning her importance to the pack let alone, if she even fit in anymore. Keefa would try to comfort Coka the best she could, but Keefa knew this was not the place for her beloved adoptive daughter. Coka had to leave, even if no one said it, she knew it had o happen some time. Coka left her beloved family, and now she merely wanders.
And you could have it all[/color][/font]
My empire of dirt....
Sample Writing ||
It had already been two months since Cokas last interaction between the pack. Her stomach hadn't been full for some time, she was only able to catch small game. Her stomach began churning; the overwhelming bile that began eating away at her insides was beginning to take a toll on her and her mind. She needed more than a skinny jack rabbit. She was ravenous and it was begging to show. Her ribs began poking through, her already narrow frame was now becoming rough and skeletal. She needed to find the neighboring pack, even thought she could back to Tsuti, it was never going to happen.
Her mitts began to carry her, she didn't know these lands and was unsure of her surroundings. "Where did the terra start...?" she asked herself. She had to slow down and pace herself. She inhaled deeply; this would take most of her strength now. She threw her crown up, her orbs shut tightly. Her kissers parted as he song escaped her maw. The lyrics of the hymn rang out, full of desperation and pleading. She wished to join....she wished to have what she had once lost...