Post by Astarael on Jul 28, 2006 22:13:51 GMT -5
Astarael Three Years Female The fae is slender, yet well able. Her coat is decorated with all shades of brown ranging from the chestnut upon her back to light sienna upon her chest and underside. Her fur is thick but well kept, use to the snowy conditions in which she was born in. | Belgaer Four Years Male He too is agile though perfectly capable of keeping his own. His shrews show under his darkly tinged coat. He is of dark shades of brown, black and grey with the exception of white upon his muzzle area. He is more fit in the forested areas yet can survive just about anywhere. |
History
Astarael
The fae was born on the wintry slopes, she survived well, snuggled happily within the safe borders of her artic pack. At that point in time joy was often her guide and beauty her companion. It wasn't long till she had become at the ripened age of three and soon had many lusting after her. Quiet soon after that she had her heart snatched by one particular male, though this one was not of her own pack. She was persuaded by many to forget her love of him but she could not. He betrayed her, he and his own group of fighters used her and soon she became her own packs undoing. He, joined with her pack's enemy, quickly destroyed her homelands. Yet she had escaped.
Belgaer
Belgaer was born within the forest woodlands. His father was a warrior, his mother, a pupsitter. As a child he desired not to follow his father. He had no desirable fate and no particular care for one. He attracted no females for he saw no need for them. At the age of three had had yet to pick his proper place within the pack and instead skirt from one job to another until one fateful day when he had just turned four....
The Meeting
Astareal had traveled many a miles, her tears, her anger, her woe driving her all the harder. She left her snow village behind. She had betrayed her family and watched them be slaughtered by her love. By the time sanity had began to take its grasp upon her she was far from her home. She collapsed, exhausted in the lower reaches of one of the lower mounts. It was here that he had found her on one of his outings. She laid there, her beauty waning, her life leaving. He had brought her back to his pack, where they nursed her back to life. From that point on the two became close friends. He became her guardian, protecting her at all costs. Belgaer soon found his place in the pack, a guardian, a night watcher. After being fully recovered she was welcomed within the group as a scout, being separated in her own way. The two grew closer each day, until the fateful day their world fell apart. Civilization had started to spread to the borders of their home. It wasn't long till they had gotten tired of the wolves being about and alit the near by forests in attempt to drive out their kind. Astareal had been trapped in the center with the pups, Belgaer braved the fire, rushing as quickly as he could to rescue her before it had time to take her. They were lucky that fateful day and now traveled in search of a new land.
Note: These two are not meant to be lovers in any way shape or form.
Personality
Astarael
Astarael, the sorrowful. She is often off on her own and considered to be the bringer of death. She rarely associates herself with others but when she does she speaks softly and of the utmost respect. She enjoys the simple things in life like the falling of rain, even if such doesn't show her facade. She is a friend of sorrow and is often found wondering about the shadows sticking to her duty of scouting, as a result of such she is most observant.
Belgaer
Belgaer, the thinker. Since the day Astarael entered his life his personality took a one-eighty. He changed from being reckless to thinking over his thoughts. Wisdom grew to be his companion. He's often seen musing. Belgaer is the more social of the two, often making many friends. He is protective and caring, such fitted him perfectly in his position of his previous pack, but now he is willing to do anything that is needed of him.