Post by ~*Dragon*~ on Feb 17, 2007 18:20:32 GMT -5
Name: Cyro
Age: 4 1/2 winters
Appearance: He has a strong and muscular build. His pelt is a jet black that fades into a gray, on his paws, ears, stomach. and tail. There are some noticeable and unnoticeable specks of white on his pelt. His eyes are a pale gray, that become even more pale gray when he is sad. When, he is said though, his eyes almost look white, but when he is happy the are a darker gray. His frame was ment for swift hunting.
History: -I said most of it for Celia I will just continue from where I left off.-
It was the middle of fall and an pinkish-blue hue was over the horizon. The underbrush was thick compared to the summer time when all of the trees actually had leaves on them. The ground was very dry though, since it hasn't rained in weeks. Since the area was in drought fires sparked often.
"Celia, Cyro wake up" , a soft melodic voice whispered into Celia ears. She awoke lazily and went over to her sleeping brother. Celia nudged him a few times, but Cyro wouldn't budge. he just slept there in a tight ball. Celia sat down the tilted her head and looked up at her mother, Kayashi."Mother Cyro isn't moving is he dead?" Celia asked in a worried voice. She looked at her brother a few more moments. Kayashi laughed a moment then replied, "No deary, I don't believe so. He is just being lazy!" Cyro woke up spontaneously (sp?) after his mother had said that. "Ohhh, so you mean he is just being himself", Celia added.Cyro stuck out his tongue, " So what! At least I am not a prissy little girly girl!" Celia glared at Cyro. Cyro looked away then sat down. He didn't want to make her angry he just didn't like to be called lazy. Celia knew that Cyro was sorry when he looked away.
Celia saw her father, Riku, enter with a serious look. He whispered quietly into Kayashi's ears. She whispered back to Riku then looked down at Cyro and Celia. Kayashi looked away then back at her children and mumbled. " What is it mother?" Celia asked her sapphire eyes filled with curiosity. "Umm..Do you think you and Cyro can go and pick out some rabbits for lunch?" Riku asked interrupting Kayashi. he looked at her then the children. " Umm..okay. Come on Cyro!" Celia said padding off as her tail swished behind her. Cyro rose to his feet and padded up to Celia.
The underbrush crunched loudly beneath their paws. Celia stopped then looked at Cyro and whispered, "Umm..Cyro I think something is wrong with mother and father.." Cyro did not reply, but he knew for sure that something was certainly wrong. For he had overheard -yeah right eavesdropper- his parents talking about a great wildfire nearing their pack and hunters going crazy and shooting everything they saw. Certainly, they were endanger. not to mention, it was odd for his parents to send them off to hunt. He padded faster and father away from his homeland as his sister followed behind him...
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The two arrived home as they stopped dead in their tracks. The whole entire pack land was ablaze with fire. the trees were burnt down no sign of life existed. To Cyro and Celia it was as if time has stopped and...they were non-existent. Celia howled out loud in agony at this horrible sight. When she suddenly saw something glint. She went closer as her brother followed closely behind. The fire was spreading quickly. Celia stuck her muzzle under the underbrush and...SNAP! A metal trap closed onto her maw. She quickly tore her muzzle from the trap leaving a bloody scrape across her maw. She whimpered in agony as her brother and her fled the scene.
The two sat at a hills edge watching the fire blaze on. They watched as their entire life was torn apart, their pack, their homeland, and most importantly their family..It seemed like forever until the fire ended.
"Cyro..I think it is time we are to go our separate ways. We might meet up in the future though!" Celia whispered softly as she looked at him. Cyro nodded, "Best of luck to you sister.." Celia looked back at him, "Also to you brother.."
The two lead their separate lives, supposedly, to never see each other again..
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Cyro padded swiftly in the rainy weather. His pads were crusted with dirt as he hunted down a rabbit he saw earlier. He heard something make the bushes rustle. He knew that the rabbit had to have been in the bush. He quickly padded over to the bush and peered in...
To his amazement what he saw was with out a doubbt not a rabbit, but a small shivering she-wolf. The wolf looked up at him and to his astonishment it was someone he knew. "Celia!? Is that you?" The she-wolf nodded then rose from the ground.
The she- padded out of the bush. "Cyro, I think that what I had said many moons ago wasn't at all a good choice." Celia hoped Cyro remebered what she had said. Cyro nodded in reply. "We shall from no on never split up." Cyro remarked confidently then padded with his sister to the top of the hill. What waited on the other horizon was soon to be found out...
Personality: He tends to be a tad repetitive, and blunt. He has a very placid face and like to keep to himslef. That doesn't mean that he doesn't like to be around other wolven though. He is lazy depending on what kind of mood he is in. Cyro once in a while gets moods, which means he will be the following, not understanding, harsh, cold, mean, and finally, basically mad.
Anything Else?: Cyro is Celia's brother. Also I forgot to mention this, Both Cyro and Celia would like to be in Hopes Sanctuary.
Age: 4 1/2 winters
Appearance: He has a strong and muscular build. His pelt is a jet black that fades into a gray, on his paws, ears, stomach. and tail. There are some noticeable and unnoticeable specks of white on his pelt. His eyes are a pale gray, that become even more pale gray when he is sad. When, he is said though, his eyes almost look white, but when he is happy the are a darker gray. His frame was ment for swift hunting.
History: -I said most of it for Celia I will just continue from where I left off.-
It was the middle of fall and an pinkish-blue hue was over the horizon. The underbrush was thick compared to the summer time when all of the trees actually had leaves on them. The ground was very dry though, since it hasn't rained in weeks. Since the area was in drought fires sparked often.
"Celia, Cyro wake up" , a soft melodic voice whispered into Celia ears. She awoke lazily and went over to her sleeping brother. Celia nudged him a few times, but Cyro wouldn't budge. he just slept there in a tight ball. Celia sat down the tilted her head and looked up at her mother, Kayashi."Mother Cyro isn't moving is he dead?" Celia asked in a worried voice. She looked at her brother a few more moments. Kayashi laughed a moment then replied, "No deary, I don't believe so. He is just being lazy!" Cyro woke up spontaneously (sp?) after his mother had said that. "Ohhh, so you mean he is just being himself", Celia added.Cyro stuck out his tongue, " So what! At least I am not a prissy little girly girl!" Celia glared at Cyro. Cyro looked away then sat down. He didn't want to make her angry he just didn't like to be called lazy. Celia knew that Cyro was sorry when he looked away.
Celia saw her father, Riku, enter with a serious look. He whispered quietly into Kayashi's ears. She whispered back to Riku then looked down at Cyro and Celia. Kayashi looked away then back at her children and mumbled. " What is it mother?" Celia asked her sapphire eyes filled with curiosity. "Umm..Do you think you and Cyro can go and pick out some rabbits for lunch?" Riku asked interrupting Kayashi. he looked at her then the children. " Umm..okay. Come on Cyro!" Celia said padding off as her tail swished behind her. Cyro rose to his feet and padded up to Celia.
The underbrush crunched loudly beneath their paws. Celia stopped then looked at Cyro and whispered, "Umm..Cyro I think something is wrong with mother and father.." Cyro did not reply, but he knew for sure that something was certainly wrong. For he had overheard -yeah right eavesdropper- his parents talking about a great wildfire nearing their pack and hunters going crazy and shooting everything they saw. Certainly, they were endanger. not to mention, it was odd for his parents to send them off to hunt. He padded faster and father away from his homeland as his sister followed behind him...
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The two arrived home as they stopped dead in their tracks. The whole entire pack land was ablaze with fire. the trees were burnt down no sign of life existed. To Cyro and Celia it was as if time has stopped and...they were non-existent. Celia howled out loud in agony at this horrible sight. When she suddenly saw something glint. She went closer as her brother followed closely behind. The fire was spreading quickly. Celia stuck her muzzle under the underbrush and...SNAP! A metal trap closed onto her maw. She quickly tore her muzzle from the trap leaving a bloody scrape across her maw. She whimpered in agony as her brother and her fled the scene.
The two sat at a hills edge watching the fire blaze on. They watched as their entire life was torn apart, their pack, their homeland, and most importantly their family..It seemed like forever until the fire ended.
"Cyro..I think it is time we are to go our separate ways. We might meet up in the future though!" Celia whispered softly as she looked at him. Cyro nodded, "Best of luck to you sister.." Celia looked back at him, "Also to you brother.."
The two lead their separate lives, supposedly, to never see each other again..
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Cyro padded swiftly in the rainy weather. His pads were crusted with dirt as he hunted down a rabbit he saw earlier. He heard something make the bushes rustle. He knew that the rabbit had to have been in the bush. He quickly padded over to the bush and peered in...
To his amazement what he saw was with out a doubbt not a rabbit, but a small shivering she-wolf. The wolf looked up at him and to his astonishment it was someone he knew. "Celia!? Is that you?" The she-wolf nodded then rose from the ground.
The she- padded out of the bush. "Cyro, I think that what I had said many moons ago wasn't at all a good choice." Celia hoped Cyro remebered what she had said. Cyro nodded in reply. "We shall from no on never split up." Cyro remarked confidently then padded with his sister to the top of the hill. What waited on the other horizon was soon to be found out...
Personality: He tends to be a tad repetitive, and blunt. He has a very placid face and like to keep to himslef. That doesn't mean that he doesn't like to be around other wolven though. He is lazy depending on what kind of mood he is in. Cyro once in a while gets moods, which means he will be the following, not understanding, harsh, cold, mean, and finally, basically mad.
Anything Else?: Cyro is Celia's brother. Also I forgot to mention this, Both Cyro and Celia would like to be in Hopes Sanctuary.