Post by Deleted on May 29, 2014 17:46:11 GMT -6
When one falls another rises, no?
When it's Helu's time to pass, here's the wolf who will take his place...
S V E T A
Basic Information
Full Name: Svetlana Ania Orlov
Gender: Female
Age: 4 years
Homeland: Born and raised in Russia
Ethnicity: Eurasian Wolf
Accent: Russian
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History
Svetlana was born into the pack of Orlov. She was the daughter of the pack's Alpha's, Alik Orlov and Talya Orlov. As a pup, Sveta was shy and thoughtful, often found following her mother around camp.
No more than a month after she first set foot outside of her birthing den, Sveta's pack was invaded by poachers. Their sticks that shot out fiery blasts were wholly set on the adult wolves. Minutes passed and all that rang through Sveta's precious ears were the sounds of her pack... dying. She wept over the bloodied bodies of her parents as they took their final breaths. Foreign grunts came closer as the pup whimpered. The poachers surrounded her before she could blink, making sounds she did not recognize. Their grubby appendages gestured towards her. Her eyes darted between the figures, fear alight in her eyes. They grabbed at her, successfully lifting her and holding her close. She whined and growled meagerly.
They took her away, to a place she had never dreamed of. A place full of odd looking canines. They were smaller than wolves but larger than the pup. The growled at her presence only to be scolded by the poachers. They were called dogs.
As the pup grew, so did her intelligence. She learned things from these dogs and poachers. Little did she know that the poachers were training her to hunt down her own kind. The dogs never spoke of this. They were harsh and deceptive. Sveta continued to grow, becoming larger, stronger, and smarter than the dogs.
Upon the stormiest day of winter, the poachers took Sveta to a building filled with men like them. Cruel men. These men had frighteningly large hounds leashed to their sides. These canines were sent into an uproar at the sight of Svetlana. She growled menacingly back at them. She had lost the shyness of her pup years, she no longer hid from things that frightened her. In the middle of the building lay a pit lined with bales of hay. Blood stained the floor. Sveta eyed this place suspiciously, hoping she wasn't placed inside this circle of death. Today was not her lucky day, the poachers led her into the arena and pushed her in. She locked eyes with one of the hounds. He was one of the biggest dogs she had ever seen.
Both Sveta and the hound were suddenly unchained. The hound, who had pulled on the chain, now rushed towards her, snarling aggressively. Instinctively, she dodged his advance upon her, causing him to slide into a hay bale. She did not understand what was happening. By the looks of it the poachers wanted her to fight this canine for their own pitiful enjoyment. The hound continuously unleashed an onslaught of snarls and barks as he rushed the she-wolf. Becoming aggravated, she fought back, driving her sharp teeth into the hound's neck. She wriggled about as he tried to pull her off. She merely dug her teeth deeply into his flesh. The hound wailed in agony and fell to the floor. The poachers cheered and slapped their hands together. After the a minute of this, the hound played dead beneath Sveta's grip. He still drew in deep breaths, she noted this. Releasing the hound's bloodied flesh, she stepped back. Blood dripped from her jaws. More cheering...
These events continued for months, resulting in Sveta's enhanced skills. She never lost a fight. A winning streak resulted in a smaller number of poachers coming to each match. Soon there were no matches to fight in at all. All she was now was a lump of fur in a cage. The dogs mocked her. They feared her.
After a while, the poachers turned her lose, seeing no further need to keep around a dangerous wolf. Some thought they should have put her down and that turning a wolf like her lose was hazardous. The poachers had figured that they should cut the she-wolf a break, she had brought them a hefty amount of money, it would be a bad omen to shoot her down.
Sveta ran for what seemed like years. She put as much distance between the poachers and herself as she could. And so...the life of a lone wolf began.
--
Tada! There you have it. A new beginning has been reserved.
{Note: I won't be killing off Helushka any time soon, so don't get your panties in a twist. ^^;}
When it's Helu's time to pass, here's the wolf who will take his place...
S V E T A
Basic Information
Full Name: Svetlana Ania Orlov
Gender: Female
Age: 4 years
Homeland: Born and raised in Russia
Ethnicity: Eurasian Wolf
Accent: Russian
--
History
Svetlana was born into the pack of Orlov. She was the daughter of the pack's Alpha's, Alik Orlov and Talya Orlov. As a pup, Sveta was shy and thoughtful, often found following her mother around camp.
No more than a month after she first set foot outside of her birthing den, Sveta's pack was invaded by poachers. Their sticks that shot out fiery blasts were wholly set on the adult wolves. Minutes passed and all that rang through Sveta's precious ears were the sounds of her pack... dying. She wept over the bloodied bodies of her parents as they took their final breaths. Foreign grunts came closer as the pup whimpered. The poachers surrounded her before she could blink, making sounds she did not recognize. Their grubby appendages gestured towards her. Her eyes darted between the figures, fear alight in her eyes. They grabbed at her, successfully lifting her and holding her close. She whined and growled meagerly.
They took her away, to a place she had never dreamed of. A place full of odd looking canines. They were smaller than wolves but larger than the pup. The growled at her presence only to be scolded by the poachers. They were called dogs.
As the pup grew, so did her intelligence. She learned things from these dogs and poachers. Little did she know that the poachers were training her to hunt down her own kind. The dogs never spoke of this. They were harsh and deceptive. Sveta continued to grow, becoming larger, stronger, and smarter than the dogs.
Upon the stormiest day of winter, the poachers took Sveta to a building filled with men like them. Cruel men. These men had frighteningly large hounds leashed to their sides. These canines were sent into an uproar at the sight of Svetlana. She growled menacingly back at them. She had lost the shyness of her pup years, she no longer hid from things that frightened her. In the middle of the building lay a pit lined with bales of hay. Blood stained the floor. Sveta eyed this place suspiciously, hoping she wasn't placed inside this circle of death. Today was not her lucky day, the poachers led her into the arena and pushed her in. She locked eyes with one of the hounds. He was one of the biggest dogs she had ever seen.
Both Sveta and the hound were suddenly unchained. The hound, who had pulled on the chain, now rushed towards her, snarling aggressively. Instinctively, she dodged his advance upon her, causing him to slide into a hay bale. She did not understand what was happening. By the looks of it the poachers wanted her to fight this canine for their own pitiful enjoyment. The hound continuously unleashed an onslaught of snarls and barks as he rushed the she-wolf. Becoming aggravated, she fought back, driving her sharp teeth into the hound's neck. She wriggled about as he tried to pull her off. She merely dug her teeth deeply into his flesh. The hound wailed in agony and fell to the floor. The poachers cheered and slapped their hands together. After the a minute of this, the hound played dead beneath Sveta's grip. He still drew in deep breaths, she noted this. Releasing the hound's bloodied flesh, she stepped back. Blood dripped from her jaws. More cheering...
These events continued for months, resulting in Sveta's enhanced skills. She never lost a fight. A winning streak resulted in a smaller number of poachers coming to each match. Soon there were no matches to fight in at all. All she was now was a lump of fur in a cage. The dogs mocked her. They feared her.
After a while, the poachers turned her lose, seeing no further need to keep around a dangerous wolf. Some thought they should have put her down and that turning a wolf like her lose was hazardous. The poachers had figured that they should cut the she-wolf a break, she had brought them a hefty amount of money, it would be a bad omen to shoot her down.
Sveta ran for what seemed like years. She put as much distance between the poachers and herself as she could. And so...the life of a lone wolf began.
--
Tada! There you have it. A new beginning has been reserved.
{Note: I won't be killing off Helushka any time soon, so don't get your panties in a twist. ^^;}
I knew chu love meh <3
*scrolling through history* If any of you are planning on starting it back up, please let me know! I may be able to re-join after my camp. It ends this week.