Darastrix [female]
Jan 24, 2015 19:08:05 GMT -5
Post by Darastrix on Jan 24, 2015 19:08:05 GMT -5
NAME. Darastrix
AGE. 2 years
BiRTHDATE. Spring, 2012
GENDER. female
SPECiES. Gray Wolf
PACK. none
RANK. loner
HEiGHT. 33 inches
WEiGHT. 92 pounds
PHYSiCAL DESCRiPTiON. Darastrix, for the most part, is white in color. Her coat is thick and coarse, difficult for weather and enemies alike to penetrate, and is even thicker around the neck. However, she does possess an almost orange color on the backs of her ears, the elbows and knees of her legs, the lining of her eyes, and a faded saddle on her back. Coupled with the fact that her eyes are two different colors (the left is blue and the right is amber), she is a very distinctive wolf.
As far as muscle goes, Darastrix is far from lacking. For a female she is built rather thickly. She has a broad chest, a strong jaw, and muscular legs. At first glance she can seem very masculine, but the smart wolf would never say so in her presence. The one redeeming quality about her is that her gait is very fluid, despite the musculature of her body, though she isn't as agile as a thinner wolf. Speed has never been on her side, but stamina is a close companion.
PERSONALiTY. Darastrix was named for the ferocity of her personality and the sheer heat of her presence, akin only to the creatures of legend: Dragons.
When she was only a pup, new to the world, Darastrix showed her dominant personality. Even before she could see or hear, she would muscle her siblings out of the way to reach their mother's milk. If a brother or sister tried to challenge her, a fast and furious puppy brawl would ensue. At this age, she was largely uncoordinated, as all pups are, but she won more brawls than she lost. It was instinctive for her to clamp her little toothless jaws onto her sibling's leg, and pull them over, worming her way on top of them to hold them down. Her parents knew she would be a dominant wolf, but they didn't know the true extent until she gained mobility.
It was commonplace for Darastrix to rule her litter. One would only have to watch for a few moments before a sibling would step out of line, and be put right back into it by their sister. When mealtime came, Darastrix would snarl and snap, forcing her way to the first bite, and the juiciest sections. After only a few weeks of this, her siblings got the point and would stay back until she was satisfied. But Darastrix was not cruel. If a tussle between her siblings broke out, and it passed the threshold of play and fight, Darastrix would step in to break it up. She made sure that her siblings had their fill of each meal, even after she was finished.
At only 4 months old, now having been separated from their parents, Darastrix became a fair but firm leader of the litter. If a sibling would try to unfairly steal from another, Darastrix was there to punish the thief and return the stolen property. Many times her leadership was tested by a particular brother. He was larger than her, as males are over females, and he sought to dethrone her. Often the two would clash over little things. Teeth would flash, jaws snapping furiously, blood being drawn in the heat of their argument. Brother had one flaw that ensured Darastrix's victory, however; He wanted to rule, but he did not have the strength of personality to do so.
Brother could have beaten her in a physical fight, though it would be hard-won, but he lacked the fire that Darastrix possessed. Every time he would challenge, he would be defeated. It would be said that it would take a real dragon to dethrone the white wolf.
HiSTORY. Darastrix was born in a litter of three pups, to parents she never truly knew. The breeding facility they lived in kept the pups with the parents only until they were 4 months old, then the litter was placed in a separate enclosure, and the parents were bred again.
Her siblings' names are lost to her now--they lost importance in her life when they were all placed into separate enclosures at the age of 6 months. For a year and a half, Darastrix lived alone. Her enclosure was small, only 900 square feet. She survived well enough, having been fed twice a day, and with water always available. Being without other wolves, however, strained her mental state. Wolves are social by nature, and hierarchy is wired into their genes. Without the chance to satisfy such a basic need, Darastrix thought she might go insane.
She kept herself busy with exercise. There is a well-worn path around the perimeter of her enclosure, the dirt hard-packed by her incessant traveling of it. Every day, from waking til exhaustion, Darastrix would trot around her enclosure. This constant movement kept her fit, kept her muscles strong, and, most importantly, her mind busy. When the day came for her to be transported to the reserve, she was ready.
Humans have always been seen as blights on this world. Even though she was raised in an enclosure, not allowed to run free, her instincts told her that this was unnatural. That this was a circumstance created by the twolegs, whose stench she was constantly surrounded and sickened by. They took land that didn't belong to them. Wasted most of what they had. They commanded that nature part herself for their arrival. Darastrix still holds a deep-seated hatred for the bipeds.
They had to dart her in order to transport her, and she woke in a small crate in the bed of a truck. The roar of the engine hurt her ears, and the movement of the vehicle jostled her to and fro. It seemed like an eternity before the torture came to an end, and the crate was opened. Without hesitation Darastrix lept forth, speeding away from the twolegs and all that they meant, and racing into her first taste of true freedom.
