v2 Rhandir Valley :: Newcomers Boards :: Character Descriptions :: Nightrider Wolves :: *.:Yashea:.* Author Topic: *.:Yashea:.* (Read 66 times) ~*ZEbony*~ Global Moderator Delta Female member is offline Joined: Jul 2008 Gender: Female Posts: 93 Location: Back in the desert! yay! Karma: 15 *.:Yashea:.* « Thread Started on Aug 30, 2008, 7:05pm » Name: Yashea Gender: Female Age: 12 Seasons (4 years) Rank: Matriarch Pups: None Mate: None Personality: "To Live is to Kill, To Kill is the Live." That is the motto that keeps Yashea going. A very beautiful femora with the darkest and most sinister of hearts. Her view of life is as plain as the black and white upon her coat, there are no grey underlinings. She believes that there are only two beings in the world, the killers and the killed. Those such as the Ashbreakers are to suffer and die at the hands of the powerful and more fit killers--the Nightriders. While Yashea is completely loyal to her clan, the loyalty only lies within obeying Niji, not forming packmates and making friends. Everyone below her is a pawn for her to use and manipulate. If there isn't enough prey to fall victim to her claws and teeth she has absolutely no qualms about taking the life of a weaker 'packmate.' No one is quite sure whether the femora has a heart buried beneath all of that darkness, at the core of the abyss. Perhaps at one point she did, but at this point any remnant of it was destroyed a long time ago. Likes: Suffering Winter Blood Death Despair Hell Rape Dislikes: Spring Joy Love Peace Life Fears: Unknown *Physical Appearance: A reflection of her view of the world her coat is only the purest shade of black and the purest shade of white. She is the average size for a female grey wolf, perfectly porportioned to either fight or run. Her claws and teeth are extreamely deadly, frequently sharpened against stones and rocks within the Nightrider terrain. For a femora, Yashea is unusally stronger though it is not always visible upon sight as her long silky fur gives off the impression of her being weaker and thin. Her eyes tell you otherwise however, in a seductive green she entices on to come closer, but the truth is quickly revealed in the deep cut upon both eyes. It is a battle wound given by a changed Wapi who is her nephew. The slit makes her look more like a cat, a deadly cat whose intentions are too late, but of course when one realizes this it is too late, and like a Siren singing to the sailors near the sharp rocks she brings down her prey, and sends them to their death. Eye Color: Emerald Hair Color: Black and White Build: Fit, but appearing thin Special Markings: Cat-like slits in her eyes Bio/History: There is a story, of the time when Yashea had a heart, a long time ago. It was in her first clan, the one she was born into. A clan set on expanding their territory no matter the cost. She was the daughter of the Alpha, her and her little sister Verdana. Verdana was opposite to her elder sibling in mentality. Although Verdana was kinder, Yashea loved her dearly. It was said Verdana was Yashea's heart, her kindess. Years went by as the siblings together took control of the clan after their parents death. Together they made the clan stronger, but it all began to crumble on one Spring day when Verdana met a male wolf. He was from another clan, and she was madly in love. Foolishly in love. Against the mating, but having no heart to deny her sister Yashea gave her blessings and allowed her sister to leave the clan, but Verdana never made it. He was supposed to pick her up. Verdana was already heavy with pups and he was to serve as her protector. But at the sight of a predator the wolf fled and Verdana was killed. With the death of her sister, it was said was the death of any sense of compassion, sympathy, kindess in Yashea. The next day, Yashea slaughtered the other clan by herself, wolf by wolf, limb by limb. And she did it by herself. Her own clan feared her ruthlessness and power. They shunned her, only to reach the same fate. Yashea was on a roll. From land to land she slaughtered whomever crossed her path, that was until she met Niju. There was something about the wolf, perhaps it was the dark aura about him, the aura stronger even than her own. Instead of fighting him she joined his clan as his most dependable packmate. Was it out of love? Fear? The answer is unknown, with Yashea unwilling to share, the answer may never be known. 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