Thistle's Beasts of Burden

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[atrb=background,http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn15/stephers1995/Aneirin---MIDDLE.png] :: Aneirin :: Enchanted/5 years old/Healer Family Sire: Beygwin (deceased) Dam: Arienlhach (deceased) Mate: None Offspring: None Friends Who are you?: Pepper Getting to know you: Stark I trust you: Annie We are inseparable: Romance Intrigued: Definitely have my notice: Completely smitten: Artemis In love: Enemies You've done something wrong: Stay away: I won't heal you: Zero I'll fight you if I have to: Bio/Description Aneirin had the misfortune of being born to alphas; moreover, of being the oldest surviving son in a place where tradition held that his role was to be a leader. He certainly looks the part, large and commanding as his frame his, but his heart is in healing and caring. It is as if he directly feels the pain of any wolf, and he carries with him the memory of every death he has seen. These feelings combine in him, along with a gentle kindness that was there from birth, to make it seem almost his inexorable path to help those in need and end pain. This can often be a tricky spot for a wolf in the wild; not only does he weep within for any wolf's death, he finds even hunting emotionally difficult, though more acceptable because his prey cannot speak to him.

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[atrb=background,http://i55.tinypic.com/dxdcg7.jpg] :: Idris verch Rhonwen :: The Warriors' Realm/4 years old/Major Family Sire: Yorath mab Pryderi (deceased) Dam: Rhonwen verch Braith (deceased) Mate: None Offspring: None Friends Who are you?: Luetta Getting to know you: Lakiya, Sascha Rochus I trust you: Wintersleep, Serena We are inseparable: Romance Intrigued: Lakiya Definitely have my notice: Sascha Rochus Completely smitten: In love: Enemies You're irritating: I have a grudge: Twilight Heaven Stay out of my way, or you're dead: The Order I am actively hunting you: Bio/Description Idris verch Rhonwen was born, as her name would indicate to those of her people, to a femme named Rhonwen. Specifically, Rhonwen verch Braith, by Yorath mab Pryderi, two rogue wolves making their home in the outskirts of the Everfall Fields, close to the lands that became those of The Order. All three would have objected to being called "rogues," as, though they had no pack, they carried with them a long lineage and history, much of it now transformed into myth and legend. Her father, Yorath, chose her name at birth, despite the protests of her mother over its masculine meaning: "ardent lord." But Yorath was insistent, perhaps hoping that all the strength he'd imagined in a litter of both brutes and femmes would be embodied in this one girl pup. Despite the occasional frightening brush with wolves of The Order as that pack grew in prominence, Idris's puphood was fairly quiet. She was friends for most of her youth with another rogue femme named Olwen, or "white footprint." The other fae was small and delicate, a creamy gray-white with brighter white-socked feet that often danced in the golden fallen leaves. Two years passed in this way, with Idris, confused and halfway in denial, watching Olwen ignore her many suitors, kindly but firmly turning away from the traditional courting gifts. One gentle autumn day, hardly knowing what she was doing, Idris gathered together the herbs and flowers that would best carry her message, twining them as best she could with maw and large paws into a knotted bundle, and dropping it wordlessly at Olwen's feet. If she had been expecting one of her long-held dreams to come true, she was sorely disappointed. The other fae first laughed, thinking it was a joke; then, afraid, angry, insulted, she ran to Rhonwen and Yorath. Idris followed as swiftly as she could, but she was built for endurance, not speed, and by the time she arrived, her parents and Olwen were facing her, cold, grief-stricken rage on their faces. After the argument, she bolted; one of the only acts in her life she would ever truly regret. As she stormed through the trees, venting her anger, the three wolves closest to her strayed across the expanding pack lines of The Order. Olwen was killed instantly, small as she was; Rhonwen lasted until the borderline, and Yorath finally succumbed upon reaching their once-cozy den. So yes, Idris is gay. And she has a really. big. grudge.

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[atrb=background,http://i510.photobucket.com/albums/s345/amourlupin/firva3bottom-1.jpg] :: Firvatoriel :: Renegade/3 years old/Hunter Family Sire: Sa-Urilev (deceased) Dam: Cuilewen (deceased) Mate: None Offspring: None Friends Who are you?: Pariah, Anakaros, Symphony, Fiktion, Razekel Bain Getting to know you: I trust you: We are inseparable: Romance Intrigued: Definitely have my notice: Rile Completely smitten: In love: Enemies You're irritating: I have a grudge: Stay out of my way, or you're dead: I am actively hunting you: Bio/Description Feisty. Individual. Scrappy. All are words that might begin to describe Firva, though they would leave a great deal of complexity out. "Quick to laughter and to anger," as Tolkien might say, she is mercurial, often cynical or sarcastic, but at heart a stolid force for good. While she is quick to anger, it is difficult for her to remain angry long if the offender tries to get back into her good graces. She is, in fact, particularly susceptible to flattery of any kind, though she can always recognize it and tries not to let it sway her. More than anything else she is driven by a burning desire for knowledge, knowledge of any kind. She cannot let a thing remain unknown to her for long if it's in her power to learn about it.

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:: Ineluki Stormking ::
The Revolt/5 years old

Family

Sire: Ingen Jegger
Dam: Lumi Pinja
Mate: None
Offspring: None


Friends

Who are you?:
Getting to know you: Crouse, Xeta
I trust you:
We are inseparable:


Romance

Intrigued:
Definitely have my notice: Xeta
Hungry for you:
You can keep me coming back for more:


Enemies

You're irritating: His former pack.
I have a grudge:
Stay out of my way, or you're dead:
I am actively hunting you:


Bio/Description

Ineluki was born in the cold, early, and his parents always said that was why he grew up to be so lean. They also said that was why he grew up to be so cold-hearted, but that's still up for discussion. At any rate, Ineluki was abnormal, even for his fairly harsh upbringing. The pack he was born into certainly had a "survival of the fittest" attitude, but even as a pup, Ineluki seemed to take that a step too far. He had a long history of pitting his siblings against each other in cruel ways, ways designed to make them lose their trust in each other. Despite this, he was still seen as a leader by his brothers, sisters, and other age-mates, while watched cautiously by his elders.
At two years, the "Stormking" finally crossed the line. Old enough to have an idea of what he wanted, but still too young to have perfected his methods, his over-confidence was what ratted him out. One of his age-mates was agreed upon as the prettiest in his year, Kaija, a slim, cheerful, wistful fae with thick, lustrous black fur dusted with white like snow. Ineluki had spent a long time winning her confidence with small gifts and secret words said to the side, out of the hearing of their elders, words designed to play simultaneously to her fears, her resentments, and her desires.
A secret grotto that had served the two of them as a discrete meeting place since their puphood served Ineluki again, quite well. What a growing boy pressures and connives an innocent femme into isn't something that bears going into detail, but he got what he wanted. It was at a cost, though; he'd had to use every trick in the book, and he'd ultimately pushed too hard. The fragile fae spent barely a month miming her normal routine before dashing, in the middle of her first hunt, out onto thin ice on their home lake. It might have been seen as a mistake, were it not for the way she had leapt with her front legs stiffened into the thinnest patch, or the tell-tale swelling of her stomach, starkly noticeable under her frozen, water-flattened fur when they pulled her to the shore.
The other wolves had noticed the two going aside alone for months, and it was quick work to banish Ineluki. Feeling no great love for his home pack in the first place, he saw it as more of an inconvenience, and has since made his way to more southern climes, living off others when he can--both their hunting abilities and their minds.[/center]

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Updated! Mostly upgrading those who are more important in my charrie's lives now.