Kennel:12
Name:Blythe
Goes by the ailias of The Bloody Rose
Breed:Red wolf/ Grey wolf mix
she is a shape shifter (human to canine, canine to human)
Age:Her age is unknown. Rumors of her age range anywhere from 2 years to imortal.
Why do you want this animal?&What will you do for this animal?:I absolutly love her design, and just looking at her gave me the urge to write about her; the way iBrevity drew her makes her personality and background just cry to be written. I plan on writting stories about her or involving her, and I may RP her every once in a blue moon.
Personailty:Blythe's name contradicts her personality. Her name, which is an old English word meaning cheerful, doesn't suit her at all; she never shows a cheerful or happy side of her personality. She comes across as cold and isolated, and these observations seem to be pretty acurate. She keeps relationships proffesional and detached, never letting the other person know any personal information about her. She hates having to work with a partner or a pack, as she believes that having a travle companion would just bog her down.
Dislikes&Likes:Likes-
~Not having a partner/ being alone
~going un-noticed
~ Not being slowed down
Dislikes-
~Having to work with someone
~Being slowed down
~stupid mistakes
~Being talked to/ talking unicessarily
~Being disturbed in the middle of something
Histroy/Backround:{5000 max,500 min}
You should feel lucky. You really should. You, and only you, are the first person whom I've told you this and lived; the first to know about my past...
I am known as Blythe, the moonlit bloody rose. to know me is to fear or loathe me, and to become my enemy means ciertien death. Yet, you wonder, how did I come to be? Why did I become so cold? Why, if anything, did I choose to walk alone? As you shall see, destiny works in funy ways; it's will alone caused me to end up this way...
It all began, I guess, When I was but a pup. I was the only one that survived out of my litter, making my parents love me all the more. To them, loosing me was not an option. Well, at that point and time, at least.
As a pup, I looked like a normal wolf for the most part. I was almost entirely brown, the darkest part of the brown was twoard the top of my head and back. At that time, I only had a little spot of white on my chest. Later, it seemed, my pelt grew and changed as I did; and that, it seems, sealed my fate.
It all began with the white spot on my chest growing untill it encased my entire lower half, followed by black triangles on my cheeks with the same black striping my ears and encasing my eyes. Finally, red began to creep up my legs, making me look as if I was perminantly back from a kill. With the appearence of the final marking, I was thusly labeled a "cursed one" by the pack elder.
Being called a "cursed one" was not a good thing in our pack. You see, those with the curse are given the ability to change their form into that of a human, letting them have the choice to live with the humans unnoticed. This was especially horrid in my pack. We had lost many to the hands of the humans, and in doing so, our hatred for them grew. Being able to turn into one put you in their status; hated by all, and loved by none. As such, I was to be bannished from the pack, never to return; I was chased out by my own mother and father, that night.
I remember that night was snowey and cold. No one could see the moon due to the oncoming storm clouds, forwarning all of a blizzard. I remember the crunch of the snow under my feet as I ran twoards the edge of the pack territory, whining, bewildered, and scared. I had absolutly no idea why my parents were chasing me, and i didn't know what I had done. Their snarls terrified me as they snapped at my tail, closing in on me. Once I was just on the edge of the border, an opening in the woods cut in half by a frozen river, still ragging benieth the ice, I turned quickly and faced my parents.
"Mother! Father! Why are you doing this to me?! How could you do this to your own daughter!" I cryed at them. A fierce wind whipped past ruffling my fur. I shivered slightly at the cold. My parents stopped where they were.
"We have no daughter!" My father snarled. He crouched low and got ready to pounce. I staired, blankly; I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
"W-what on earth are you saying?!" The wind began to howl louder now, and the force behind it was more feirce and cold than ever before.
"You're one of them!," My mother snarled, practicaly spitting out the words, "You're cursed! You're no better than a human! Therefore, you are no longer any daughter of ours!!" I stepped back slightly, aghast at what this was all about. It was then that I found our what being called a "Cursed one" had ment. Efen so, I still couldn't comprehend how my parents could do that to me. I took another step back.
CrAcK!The ice beneth me shattered and I plunged into the frigid waters below. I gasped and fought to stay above the current. Slowly but surely, the fridged waters would win. I took in a gasp on the cold night air before shouting twoards my parents.
"Help me!," I gurggeled, "Please, don't let me die!" As I bounced up and down below the icey waters I could see my parents stair for a momment before turnning and galopping away. As saddness and betrayl filled my heart I found no more reason to keep fighting, and I sunk below the water as it all faded away to black...
When the darkness surrounded me all I could hear was a little voice inside me. It kept repeating the same thing over and over:
You'll always be alone... Don't trust anyone... You'll always be alone...When I came back to the concious relm, I found myself spitting up frigid water in a cold and snowey shore. Clod and alone, I knew the only way to survive was to embrace my curse; become human, and I'll remain alive. It was then that I decided my two rules to live by:
First, trust no one.
Second, do anything it takes to survive; as long as I do that, I'll be fine...
Art:
This is Blythe, walking through a snowey wasteland, thinking about the night her parents chased her out of the pack. The words are lyrics from Changes by Three Doors Down.
Other:Blythe is a notourious assasin in the human world along with the animal world. she lives and works alone, and has yet to ever break her two rules to live by.
by ! october » Mon Sep 27, 2010 4:31 am 
