Post by <{Txep}> on Aug 7, 2013 16:12:11 GMT -8
Sooooo sorry having issues means I'm limited to my phone and accidentally deleted my bio and was LUCKY enough I was able to go back to previous page to copy it. Ugh sorry lol. I just took out the image means my phone can't resize pics for internet. Here ya go.
HADYA
FEMALE
FOUR
ARABIAN WOLF
XARTHEN
Hadya is a very slim and skinny gal, but that only goes with her species of wolf. Adorning the normal agouti red grey color scheme just a few shades lighter and perhaps a touch more of reddish brown than the normal western cousins. Her face was actually quite pale with a light fawn brown, with sleek short fur emphasizing her large golden-orange piercing eyes. Even more noticeable was her awkwardly large triangular ears, giving her a bat-like look to her features, it was her subspecies way of cooling off in the hot desert summers.
Her petite lithe frame is very much a similar anorexic look like a jackal, specially in the summer when her pelt is hardly two inches long. Yet no matter what her entire back and neck hold the full lengthed fur as her sides and face shed everything once the heat of spring kicks in. By fall she'll fluff up with thick layers of fur that will make her look almost like a smaller version of the typical grey wolf heritage. She's a rather odd spectacle to envision, yet she has a very beautiful elegance to her.
Hadya is the idea of what speed packed with a punch means. Though lean and nimble she's naturally strong with sharp agility and quick feet. As a bullet of speed and acute precision when in hot pursuit of her prey, she can dodge flailing hooves and thrashing horns with ease of a spring of the paws to safety. Frankly she has no where near the strength of her fellow lupines but she makes it up in being able to easily out run them for speed and endurance. As well she can last days longer without water.
Over all she sizes up to only a 22&1/2 inches at the shoulders at about 33 pounds. She'll seem like a puppy to the rest. .
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Her petite lithe frame is very much a similar anorexic look like a jackal, specially in the summer when her pelt is hardly two inches long. Yet no matter what her entire back and neck hold the full lengthed fur as her sides and face shed everything once the heat of spring kicks in. By fall she'll fluff up with thick layers of fur that will make her look almost like a smaller version of the typical grey wolf heritage. She's a rather odd spectacle to envision, yet she has a very beautiful elegance to her.
Hadya is the idea of what speed packed with a punch means. Though lean and nimble she's naturally strong with sharp agility and quick feet. As a bullet of speed and acute precision when in hot pursuit of her prey, she can dodge flailing hooves and thrashing horns with ease of a spring of the paws to safety. Frankly she has no where near the strength of her fellow lupines but she makes it up in being able to easily out run them for speed and endurance. As well she can last days longer without water.
Over all she sizes up to only a 22&1/2 inches at the shoulders at about 33 pounds. She'll seem like a puppy to the rest. .
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Nothing to extravagant with her, she can perceive herself as dainty sweet and cheery, yet others she's a complete thorn in your side. Hadya is one to prefer being alone and away from others, yet likes the safety of a group. She's had a life of being a loner and had a life of family. She knows the part of leader and follower. She doesn't favor one over the other, she's responsible enough to take control of a situation to being able to respect another's greater knowledge and letting them take lead.
Having lost everything she cares about she's iffy on finding a mate again, and as for puppies, that subject will break her heart. Most likely she'll snap in your face and run off. Deep down she desires a family again, but the pain that the thought brings up is so strong she can hardly stand the sight of puppies or a couple in love. She fears she'll end up alone in the end and is not looking forward to it.
On a more basic thought, she tries to concentrate on the present and what needs to be done in the current situations. If she must take orders she will, she likes to have the job of a runner and scout, messenger even means she can carry the message quicker than most. When it comes to hunting she can take down medium to small kills easily, a moose calf and down is about her best to handle, anything bigger she can only nibble the heels in hope of not being smothered by hoof.
Quiet around others she won't speak unless spoken to, to truth she actually has some decent wisdom if someone comes to her with a problem to get off their chest. Once in awhile she'll go out of her way to ask a sad soul what is wrong, but she'd rather they reach out for help so she doesn't bother someone who's in a fowl mood that'd snap her head off. Hadya will stand up when she needs to and back down if such situation is too great for her to handle, her life is mostly important to her and doesn't entirely want to just fling it on the line like she has another to spare.
OH. One more thing. She despises man-kind and their pets. After all being used as a hunting decoy for hounds and wolf-hunting breeds. She's out to butcher and dog she can manage to mangle. When a measly mutt gets around her, red encloses on her vision and she just wants to shred them for what they're species had done to her. Yet she'll know when a mutt is to massive for her to handle, even then she'll test their game of wits till their to confused to know the difference between their paw to their tail.
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Having lost everything she cares about she's iffy on finding a mate again, and as for puppies, that subject will break her heart. Most likely she'll snap in your face and run off. Deep down she desires a family again, but the pain that the thought brings up is so strong she can hardly stand the sight of puppies or a couple in love. She fears she'll end up alone in the end and is not looking forward to it.
On a more basic thought, she tries to concentrate on the present and what needs to be done in the current situations. If she must take orders she will, she likes to have the job of a runner and scout, messenger even means she can carry the message quicker than most. When it comes to hunting she can take down medium to small kills easily, a moose calf and down is about her best to handle, anything bigger she can only nibble the heels in hope of not being smothered by hoof.
Quiet around others she won't speak unless spoken to, to truth she actually has some decent wisdom if someone comes to her with a problem to get off their chest. Once in awhile she'll go out of her way to ask a sad soul what is wrong, but she'd rather they reach out for help so she doesn't bother someone who's in a fowl mood that'd snap her head off. Hadya will stand up when she needs to and back down if such situation is too great for her to handle, her life is mostly important to her and doesn't entirely want to just fling it on the line like she has another to spare.
OH. One more thing. She despises man-kind and their pets. After all being used as a hunting decoy for hounds and wolf-hunting breeds. She's out to butcher and dog she can manage to mangle. When a measly mutt gets around her, red encloses on her vision and she just wants to shred them for what they're species had done to her. Yet she'll know when a mutt is to massive for her to handle, even then she'll test their game of wits till their to confused to know the difference between their paw to their tail.
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Hadya was born to a normal wild pack of Arabic wolves, growing up and staying in her family pack till she was two. Then setting off to find a bachelor male to make a family of her own with, becoming mates they had successfully brought four puppies of their own to the world. Everything seemed to be going normal and just dandy, their pups were growing fast without much problems. Hunting was bountiful by the small oasis they found to bunker down near in the desert they lived in. It was rare either Hadya or her mate came home without a meal to feed the children, even during the winter months things seemed to be going just swell.
It was nearing the time her pup were edges a year old, she came into estrus again and once again her mate graciously blesses her with another successful breeding. Their first litter stayed to learn their hunting skills. It was while they were out on their first hunt, everyone Hadya leading it to take down a small gazelle, did turmoil hit. In the midst of the chase they were ambushed by hunters and poachers. Hadya witness few of her children killed before she was hit with a dart and her world went to darkness.
Unknowingly the group of surviving from their small pack were shipped to foreign lands. They woke up into a small cage that had only door on it that lead to a vast huge wildlife cage. They'd been captured to be used as hunting decoys for hunting dogs. Apparently wolf populations were growing and humans needed a way to train their dogs to track and take down wolves. Means they were a smaller subspecies of the grey wolf, Hadya's family had been chosen to be chew-toys for the measly mutts. Prodded with cattle-prods out of the cages through the small doors, Hadya and her family were forced to run through the bigger cage through forest like terrain.
Till a certain amount of time was given and the hounds were released to chase them down to catch them down. Frankly there was a couple of dogs that loved the taste of blood so instead of trapping and cornering the arabic wolves, they attacked and killed them. The first to fall prey to these brutes were Hadya's first litter, or what was left. Her mate was ganged up on when he went to protect their last pup being attacked. The dogs were merciless and the humans didn't care.
Hadya shown to be the only one to avoid and evade the dogs till the training secession was done. Then always hit with a tranquilizer dart to catch her. In time other arabic wolves were brought in to the same impending doom as the others before them. When the Humans woke up to Hadya having puppies, they took them away from her and tossed them to their hunting dogs as treats while they were still alive. The sound of her puppies crying screams will always haunt her to this day.
From there that broke her, making her desperate to escape or end her life. In the next training secession she lost all her senses. A young two year old blood hound was on her trail as the rest of the dogs were clobbering the other wolves. Hadya ran this hound in circles, figure eights, and squares, and when he was confused by her crossing her scent pattern over and over. She sprung out of her nook of hiding and attack him, shredding his legs so they were useless, using her speed and agility to escape his chomps of death. Then with a spurt of immense speed and power, clashed into him shredding his neck, ripping his throat apart. Killing him.
By now the other dogs were tracking her, she took off heading for the farthest fence of the enclosure. Building up all her strength and speed, right as the goons were closing in on her. Hadya gained the inertia to jump half way up the chain-link fence and climb the rest of the way up. She struggled through the barbwire at the top and fell to the ground as she did so. Spraining her paw she was lucky to get away before the humans realized what had happened.
Hadya ran for freedom in this foreign land that was the opposite of any desert she had grown up knowing in her life. .
It was nearing the time her pup were edges a year old, she came into estrus again and once again her mate graciously blesses her with another successful breeding. Their first litter stayed to learn their hunting skills. It was while they were out on their first hunt, everyone Hadya leading it to take down a small gazelle, did turmoil hit. In the midst of the chase they were ambushed by hunters and poachers. Hadya witness few of her children killed before she was hit with a dart and her world went to darkness.
Unknowingly the group of surviving from their small pack were shipped to foreign lands. They woke up into a small cage that had only door on it that lead to a vast huge wildlife cage. They'd been captured to be used as hunting decoys for hunting dogs. Apparently wolf populations were growing and humans needed a way to train their dogs to track and take down wolves. Means they were a smaller subspecies of the grey wolf, Hadya's family had been chosen to be chew-toys for the measly mutts. Prodded with cattle-prods out of the cages through the small doors, Hadya and her family were forced to run through the bigger cage through forest like terrain.
Till a certain amount of time was given and the hounds were released to chase them down to catch them down. Frankly there was a couple of dogs that loved the taste of blood so instead of trapping and cornering the arabic wolves, they attacked and killed them. The first to fall prey to these brutes were Hadya's first litter, or what was left. Her mate was ganged up on when he went to protect their last pup being attacked. The dogs were merciless and the humans didn't care.
Hadya shown to be the only one to avoid and evade the dogs till the training secession was done. Then always hit with a tranquilizer dart to catch her. In time other arabic wolves were brought in to the same impending doom as the others before them. When the Humans woke up to Hadya having puppies, they took them away from her and tossed them to their hunting dogs as treats while they were still alive. The sound of her puppies crying screams will always haunt her to this day.
From there that broke her, making her desperate to escape or end her life. In the next training secession she lost all her senses. A young two year old blood hound was on her trail as the rest of the dogs were clobbering the other wolves. Hadya ran this hound in circles, figure eights, and squares, and when he was confused by her crossing her scent pattern over and over. She sprung out of her nook of hiding and attack him, shredding his legs so they were useless, using her speed and agility to escape his chomps of death. Then with a spurt of immense speed and power, clashed into him shredding his neck, ripping his throat apart. Killing him.
By now the other dogs were tracking her, she took off heading for the farthest fence of the enclosure. Building up all her strength and speed, right as the goons were closing in on her. Hadya gained the inertia to jump half way up the chain-link fence and climb the rest of the way up. She struggled through the barbwire at the top and fell to the ground as she did so. Spraining her paw she was lucky to get away before the humans realized what had happened.
Hadya ran for freedom in this foreign land that was the opposite of any desert she had grown up knowing in her life. .
TXEP
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