Taske (take 2)
Oct 8, 2013 0:42:48 GMT -5
Post by Taske on Oct 8, 2013 0:42:48 GMT -5
Name: Taske
Age: 3 months
Gender: Female
Birth Season: Summer
Eye Color: Amber
Coat Color: Black
Height: 38 in
Weight: 130 lb
Scars/Markings/Anything Else: Three Scares across left eye, White blaze on chest
Health: Healthy
Personality:
Taske is one to very rarely show her thoughts or emotions. Many have called her cold, or unfeeling; some have called her a block of ice. But what is missing from her face can normally be seen in her eyes, which mostly swim with her emotions like they are written on her face, that is if you can get past her scares to see her eyes. But sometimes if this large females does not know or trust you she closes off even further, her eyes being as cold and unfeeling as her face.
Taske grew up with one major scar, one that is not shown on her face. She has trust issues,issues that where born the day she got the scars on her face and reinforced every time she sees them, but despite all that she does learn to trust a few that somehow worm there way into her heart, if they can worm there way into her heart. She is not dead, no matter how much her birth father wills it, but she is damaged; her trust stunted.
Loyalty, is the one code she lives by; another byproduct of her early life. She sees her banishment as a injustice to her and feels her family should have stood by her and not turned away from her, and thus she will forever be loyal to those who have gotten past the hard shell that she had developed when she was called 'Taske'. Gaining this warrior's trust and loyalty would be the best gift that one could ever be given, for Taske would give her life for them, without a single thought.
History:
The black pup that was protected with tooth and claw had found her way on top of the hill that over looked the valley near the den. She had SOMEHOW slipped the babysitters grip and gotten away with her sister and brother. Mangle moved next to his sister and looked down in awe at the powerful animals. Horns and hooves deadly to grown wolves let alone pups. Blaze, the black pups sister moved next to her her face set, ready to challenge the 'special' taske, the name Blaze called her sister whenever they where alone. "Betcha can't go near them, taske." The last one was a near from her sister's mouth. The black pup set her face saying nothing started down to the animals. Mangle who was skittish in the best of times started after his black sister. "Y... You shouldn't do it! Tak...."
Blaze who was pushy at the best of times shoved the small boy, "Shut it gimp! Let the taske show us her ill-bringer ability!" Mangle looked up from the ground looking his black sister in the eye, silently pleading her not to go, to stay where it was safe.
The black pup did not heed her brother like she should have, bad things did happen that day, Taske remembered it like it was only yesterday. She had gotten to the heard and the big male lifted his head and called to those around him, and than hooves flew and the next thing Taske knows she holds mangle in her mouth and was pulling him out of harms way, and when the dust had settled both she and her brother looked for Blaze and stumbled upon her body crushed. Mangle had begged the nasty sister, Please don't die! But it was too late, she was gone and so was his other sister shortly there after, crested with the name that Blaze had used against her, crested Taske, ill-bringer, the demon born.
'Taske', Fang sneered down at the pup, his ears forward and his tail up. His eyes where sharp, and his pointed teeth gleaming. The small pup that looked up at him had her ears back and her tail tucked under her, her large amber eyes wide in turmoil, not understanding what her father meant. She had never truly known what that word meant, she had thought that Blaze had made it up.
The silver pelted female came up beside Fang, her large blue eyes full of pain and understanding, she understood what the word meant, and she understood what Fang was going to do. 'Tak...' the pups mother started.
'TASKE!' Fang turned on his mate and yelled at her. 'She is a taske. A ill bringer, a demon!' his amber eyes, that where so much like the pups, turned on his second oldest, now the oldest since the death of her sister. 'She does not deserve that name you gifted her, she is nothing, she has no name.
'She will forever be known as Taske.' Now the pup understood what the word meant.
So Taske was banished from that day forth and found her way to new lands far from the family she once knew.
OOC Name: Taske
OOC Age: 20
Skype Name or best way to contact you: Taske Neron
If anything was purchased in the shop, provide link here: Companion
Age: 3 months
Gender: Female
Birth Season: Summer
Eye Color: Amber
Coat Color: Black
Height: 38 in
Weight: 130 lb
Scars/Markings/Anything Else: Three Scares across left eye, White blaze on chest
Health: Healthy
Personality:
Taske is one to very rarely show her thoughts or emotions. Many have called her cold, or unfeeling; some have called her a block of ice. But what is missing from her face can normally be seen in her eyes, which mostly swim with her emotions like they are written on her face, that is if you can get past her scares to see her eyes. But sometimes if this large females does not know or trust you she closes off even further, her eyes being as cold and unfeeling as her face.
Taske grew up with one major scar, one that is not shown on her face. She has trust issues,issues that where born the day she got the scars on her face and reinforced every time she sees them, but despite all that she does learn to trust a few that somehow worm there way into her heart, if they can worm there way into her heart. She is not dead, no matter how much her birth father wills it, but she is damaged; her trust stunted.
Loyalty, is the one code she lives by; another byproduct of her early life. She sees her banishment as a injustice to her and feels her family should have stood by her and not turned away from her, and thus she will forever be loyal to those who have gotten past the hard shell that she had developed when she was called 'Taske'. Gaining this warrior's trust and loyalty would be the best gift that one could ever be given, for Taske would give her life for them, without a single thought.
History:
The black pup that was protected with tooth and claw had found her way on top of the hill that over looked the valley near the den. She had SOMEHOW slipped the babysitters grip and gotten away with her sister and brother. Mangle moved next to his sister and looked down in awe at the powerful animals. Horns and hooves deadly to grown wolves let alone pups. Blaze, the black pups sister moved next to her her face set, ready to challenge the 'special' taske, the name Blaze called her sister whenever they where alone. "Betcha can't go near them, taske." The last one was a near from her sister's mouth. The black pup set her face saying nothing started down to the animals. Mangle who was skittish in the best of times started after his black sister. "Y... You shouldn't do it! Tak...."
Blaze who was pushy at the best of times shoved the small boy, "Shut it gimp! Let the taske show us her ill-bringer ability!" Mangle looked up from the ground looking his black sister in the eye, silently pleading her not to go, to stay where it was safe.
The black pup did not heed her brother like she should have, bad things did happen that day, Taske remembered it like it was only yesterday. She had gotten to the heard and the big male lifted his head and called to those around him, and than hooves flew and the next thing Taske knows she holds mangle in her mouth and was pulling him out of harms way, and when the dust had settled both she and her brother looked for Blaze and stumbled upon her body crushed. Mangle had begged the nasty sister, Please don't die! But it was too late, she was gone and so was his other sister shortly there after, crested with the name that Blaze had used against her, crested Taske, ill-bringer, the demon born.
'Taske', Fang sneered down at the pup, his ears forward and his tail up. His eyes where sharp, and his pointed teeth gleaming. The small pup that looked up at him had her ears back and her tail tucked under her, her large amber eyes wide in turmoil, not understanding what her father meant. She had never truly known what that word meant, she had thought that Blaze had made it up.
The silver pelted female came up beside Fang, her large blue eyes full of pain and understanding, she understood what the word meant, and she understood what Fang was going to do. 'Tak...' the pups mother started.
'TASKE!' Fang turned on his mate and yelled at her. 'She is a taske. A ill bringer, a demon!' his amber eyes, that where so much like the pups, turned on his second oldest, now the oldest since the death of her sister. 'She does not deserve that name you gifted her, she is nothing, she has no name.
'She will forever be known as Taske.' Now the pup understood what the word meant.
So Taske was banished from that day forth and found her way to new lands far from the family she once knew.
OOC Name: Taske
OOC Age: 20
Skype Name or best way to contact you: Taske Neron
If anything was purchased in the shop, provide link here: Companion
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