Laikae of the Lunir

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[atrb=width,500,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=050b20] Laikae OF THE GREAT LUNIR PACK ••life's like rowing in a glass boat you're a devil in a fur coat•• Age Half a year old Gender She-wolf Purity Pure Rank Pup Power Intensly epic speed/evasiveness GOT A PURE BLACK PELT AND SOME IVY-GREEN EYES ••like you think i don't know what you're trying not to show•• Scars Two symmetrical ones snaking up her front legs both in shape of 'snakes with skeletal wings' Disabilities/Deformities None Appearance Laikae's fur, just like said before, is pure black, and you could lose yourself in the deepness of the onyx shade. Her eyes are the color of ivy in a forest, so they are mixes of the lighter ivy shade and the darker forest shade, and seem to look like a forest you could wander into. Her forelegs are strong and wiry, but are very flexible. Her back legs are thicker than her forelegs, but just as strong (if not stronger) and just as flexible. Her ears are a bit bigger and sharper than most other wolves in the Lunirs, but are often flattened to give her more aerodynamic speed. Her tail is thin and seems to be pointed at the end, built like the aerodynamics of an arrow. Laikae's claws, which she only usually shows when she's pointing them at you, are fairly long and intensely sharp, and a dusky silver shade. Her nose is this same shade. Her fangs, on the other hand, are sparkling snow-white, and aren't too long or sharp, making her claws her main defense. The scars on her front legs do look symmetrical, almost eerily so. They have the appearance of a snake literally 'snaking' up her forelegs, but the snakes have what appear to be skeletal wings poking out of the area below the head. Other wolves take this as a sign of danger, like poison marks on an insect. CAUSE I'M STRONG AND SPEEDY ••beauty ain't just skin deep horrors lie don't cry don't weep•• Personality Laikae enjoys running like there won't be a tomorrow and she won't be able to ever again. Her power, her purity, is something she is indifferent about, and sees no need in fighting over it. She isn't really a 'friend' person, so she'll keep to herself most of the time, but more of a 'battlefield ally' person. If you're helping her out in a battle, and block an attack aimed at her, she'll only be your ally for as long as it takes to block an attack aimed at you. Then, you are on your own. She is fleeting and speedy, and will often be running away from her problems and evaporating from the world of sight using her purity. She's fine with others being afraid of her, her scars, her speedy and strong nature, but all she really wants to do is be Priestess and lead them. She feels like only she could truly lead them to an assured victory over the Lunir's enemies, and is trying very hard to get noticed so she can attain this goal. But there's a lot of competition, and she isn't above eliminating a potential Priestess to achieve her goal. Preferences Running, hunting, leading Strengths/Weaknesses Strengths: Speed/evasiveness, accuracy, cunning, and intelligence. Weaknesses: Sheer strength/power, being small and acting weak, charisma, attacking and defending, and blind courage, Secret Ambitions Priestess is her goal AND MY PARENTS ARE DAEKOS AND NOVA ••there's a time where it's all right build a club and dance all night•• Family Only child, parents are Daekos (father) and Nova (mother) Regrets Wishes secretly for a sister and is silently very lonely History Laikae was born to two ignorant parents who didn't know how to raise a child if it bit them on the muzzle and said 'Hi. I'm the instructions on how to raise a child.' They left her to fend for herself, hunt for herself, do everything on her own. She found out her power quickly with this regimen, noticing that she could run faster than the other wolves in her pack of purities. She could run fast enough that the whole world seemed to slow down, and she could see the others, but they couldn't see her. She enjoyed the sensation of quickening herself to the point that time slowed around her, the tingling sensation in her legs, the way her tail whipped behind her. It was almost...magical. Laikae was running like this when she was still just a couple of moons old, when she scratched both of her forelegs on a twin set of thorns, and as she ran, they scored a tattoo-like-pattern on her legs that looked like a winged snake had imprinted itself on her legs. She liked the pattern it carved, and the status it gave her; someone to be feared, someone who got tattoos like this one for the status. In other words, a young badass. One no one could catch. Her parents died when she was still young, and Laikae felt nothing for them. They hadn't taken care of her; she had taken care of herself and only herself. She didn't need them. And she discarded whomever she didn't need. Many thought her heartless afterward, giving her even less of an opportunity to make friends. But she didn't need friends either, so who cares, right? Laikae grew up with the ambition of being a Priestess, but is still working on it. She knows that other she-wolves will want the part of Priestess, but she thinks she can outshine all of them with her skills in hunting and attacking, and if not, her ambition will easily remove the competition...in whatever manner possible. Sample RP Arashi looked over at what had become her pack. Though she was very young, she was a better fighter than all of them. Moyasu, her silver-pelted sister, padded up to her, a look of fury on her face. "Why do you come before me with that furious face, Moyasu?" Arashi demanded. Moyasu said nothing, but instead of words she lunged at Arashi, eyes flaring. "You have been Alpha for too long, Arashi!" she snarled. Arashi sighed, annoyed. She hated having to kill her siblings. It didn't feel too good on the blackened shell of her soul. Oh well. She dodged the lunge easily, then sliced Moyasu's neck open while kicking her away. Moyasu's pelt turned blood-red as the blood leaked from her neck. Moyasu's screams were high and shrill, and then nothing. She was dead, her blue eyes lifeless. Arashi's own green eyes flashed in anger at her stupid sister. She looked at her pack. "See?" she growled, "This is what happens when you challenge me! I am Alpha here, and never forget it. You. Help bury her." she finished, pointing her head at a pack member. The two padded to an earthy spot in the cove. Arashi watched the pack member dig a deep hole, and Arashi violently kicked Moyasu's dead carcass into it, spattering blood. The pack member buried Moyasu, and fled swiftly back into camp. Arashi watched him flee while simultaneously erasing him from her 'Beta list.' He was too cowardly for her taste. She glared at the mound of earth that held her sister's body with distaste. "It's your fault. Why would you even desire my spot? You'd kill yourself under the pressure anyway, if another didn't kill you first. You idiot. You have no skills, and yet you believe you can defeat me! Me, the lightning of the storm, me, the ender of life! Idiot!" she snarled bitterly. She spat on her sister's grave and left for camp, her mood bitter, her soul officially dead. Stolen from one of my bios on a dead site called Call Of The Canine. Please don't visit it or ask me about it. ••listen to your fears to the waves by the piers as its drumming to your heartbeat baby you've got cold feet••

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