Name:
Azirazh (Ah-zee-rahz)
Age:
110
Gender:
Female
Antler type:
Addax
Marking Types:
King Cheetah
Region:
Eastern
Rank:
Defender
Parents:
Mother; Decased, Father; Deceased
Personality:
Happy
Overall, Azi is a generally happy wolf. She takes pleasures in the little things in life, and often times can be seen stopping to smell the flowers -though sometimes at the wrong place and time- and staring atthe sky or other parts of nature with a happy, calm demeanor. Usually she doesn't take other wolves to seriously, and she lets insults roll off her shoulders. There are days, however, when she's not feeling well or is just not herself where she isn't as chipper and lifts her lip easier towards insults or idiot wolves in general.
Thoughtful
Azzi likes to be thoughtful of others. She isn't the kind ofwolf o go out of her way to spread rumors or be malicious. She doesn't like to hurt other wolves' feelings,and this is often considered a flaw because it leads to other wolves taking advantage of her and walking all over her. She also takes the time to make a sad wolf happy or to calm an angry wolf down. Azzi doesn't like to see conflict amongst the group and will take it upon herself to take the time and try to be the 'counselor' of sorts so that eveyrbody is happy as well, because in her mind, happiness and flowers make the world go around.
Curious
Azzi likes to learn. The world is her playground to explore. She likes to think of herself as a sponge, and she soaks up information instead of moisture. She will often times go out of her way to learn something new. even if it might seem useless to others. Knowledge is a powerful tool and weapon and she intends to use it as much as she can to help herself and others.
Strong-Willed
Don't try to get this girl to stop. She will push herself harder and harder to get something done or she'll continue to argue to get her point across. Azzi will often times work herself into exhuastion trying to get something such as training or a battle done. She doesn't quite easily and will get testy with those who try to make her be otherwise. Azzi is very stubborn in this sense and has a slight tendancy to be thickheaded with her opinions and views.
Clumsy
Azzi has a history of tripping over her own paws, and often times in the worst of situations. She's clumsy, and will often be paying attention to something else and trip over a rock or walk right into a tree. She's even been chasing a bird and she has run into one of her own packmates because she was so intent on the brid she didn't see her pack mate! Her clumsiness comes about as an intense concentration on what she's doing, and sometimes just out of sheer bad luck or a slight unobservance.
History:
Rambunctious Pup
"Momma!" I whined, my paws working the ground in front of me, ears pinned back to my head. It was dark in the cave and I was feeling anxious and excited. Today was the first day my parents were going to let me out of this dark, cold cave. Thinking of the cold, I gave a shiver. The fur along my body shook, and my teal eyes closed briefly before opening back up as I rose to my feet. My paw pads hardly made a sound against the cold stone floor. My mother was still drowsing lazily in front of me, and I got tired of waiting on her.
In my impatience and excitement, I pounced on her nearly snow white fur and landed on her flank. I heard her let out an 'oof' from the impact of my little body and my tail started wagging as soon as she spoke, and I couldn't help but feel my body quiver with excitement.
"Alright, I'm up, Azi, I'm up!"
Giving a rather shrill squeal, I practically ran circles around my mother as she pushed her way to her paws, her grey eyes looking down at me with both tiredness and affection. I admit, I had been hard on her. My brother had died about a week after our birth and now my mother was really my only playmate in this stony excuse for a den. Though strangely enough, the thought hardly ever stopped me at the time when I wanted to play. At least when I left our stony den I'd be assualted with so many smells and colors and new things that it'd probably give my mother time to rest.
So proceeding outside while trying not to trip my mother as I weaved in and out of her legs in excitement, I walked into the light of the outside world for the first time. However, instead of being excited and happy, I was suddenly wrought with fear, but yet at the same time, curiosity.
My nose was assualted with the smells of flowers, bugs, little animals, the wind, and the recent rain. My eyes were overwhelmed with blues, purples, reds, greens, whites, and yellows. My body went still and I sat down on my haunches almost immediately. Soon however, my curiosity over came my fear, and with a little nudgung from my mother, I went forward. I let myself weave in and out of the green and yellowish grasses, and I played with the red, blue, and white flowers. I was soon pouncing on the little buzzing insects that were intent on bothering me and getting in my yellowish, brown marked fur. Giving a rough shake to rid myself of any bugs, I turned and stopped as I smelled something new. The smell was... musky almost, with the scent of pine sap and a food smell. It also smelled like mother, but also different. Soon, a dark furred male pushed his way through the underbrush with a dead rabbit in his jaws. It was a little while later after mother greeted him that I realized that this strong and powerful male was my father.
a sense of pride and anxiousness overtook me, soon to be replaced by excitement. giving a little playbow I ran up to him and pounced on him as he laid down. He just laughed heartily, and I knew from that moment on I'd never forget that deep, tingling rumbling that emitted from his chest or the deep laughing sound that escaped his maw.
Facts;
+Anteer is a massive island in the middle of a planet, much like Pangea
+Isnaroh’s society is structured similar to the Tribe of Rushing Water from the warrior book series.
+The Isnaroh are wolves, nothing else
Azirazh (Ah-zee-rahz)
Age:
110
Gender:
Female
Antler type:
Addax
Marking Types:
King Cheetah
Region:
Eastern
Rank:
Defender
Parents:
Mother; Decased, Father; Deceased
Personality:
Happy
Overall, Azi is a generally happy wolf. She takes pleasures in the little things in life, and often times can be seen stopping to smell the flowers -though sometimes at the wrong place and time- and staring atthe sky or other parts of nature with a happy, calm demeanor. Usually she doesn't take other wolves to seriously, and she lets insults roll off her shoulders. There are days, however, when she's not feeling well or is just not herself where she isn't as chipper and lifts her lip easier towards insults or idiot wolves in general.
Thoughtful
Azzi likes to be thoughtful of others. She isn't the kind ofwolf o go out of her way to spread rumors or be malicious. She doesn't like to hurt other wolves' feelings,and this is often considered a flaw because it leads to other wolves taking advantage of her and walking all over her. She also takes the time to make a sad wolf happy or to calm an angry wolf down. Azzi doesn't like to see conflict amongst the group and will take it upon herself to take the time and try to be the 'counselor' of sorts so that eveyrbody is happy as well, because in her mind, happiness and flowers make the world go around.
Curious
Azzi likes to learn. The world is her playground to explore. She likes to think of herself as a sponge, and she soaks up information instead of moisture. She will often times go out of her way to learn something new. even if it might seem useless to others. Knowledge is a powerful tool and weapon and she intends to use it as much as she can to help herself and others.
Strong-Willed
Don't try to get this girl to stop. She will push herself harder and harder to get something done or she'll continue to argue to get her point across. Azzi will often times work herself into exhuastion trying to get something such as training or a battle done. She doesn't quite easily and will get testy with those who try to make her be otherwise. Azzi is very stubborn in this sense and has a slight tendancy to be thickheaded with her opinions and views.
Clumsy
Azzi has a history of tripping over her own paws, and often times in the worst of situations. She's clumsy, and will often be paying attention to something else and trip over a rock or walk right into a tree. She's even been chasing a bird and she has run into one of her own packmates because she was so intent on the brid she didn't see her pack mate! Her clumsiness comes about as an intense concentration on what she's doing, and sometimes just out of sheer bad luck or a slight unobservance.
History:
Rambunctious Pup
"Momma!" I whined, my paws working the ground in front of me, ears pinned back to my head. It was dark in the cave and I was feeling anxious and excited. Today was the first day my parents were going to let me out of this dark, cold cave. Thinking of the cold, I gave a shiver. The fur along my body shook, and my teal eyes closed briefly before opening back up as I rose to my feet. My paw pads hardly made a sound against the cold stone floor. My mother was still drowsing lazily in front of me, and I got tired of waiting on her.
In my impatience and excitement, I pounced on her nearly snow white fur and landed on her flank. I heard her let out an 'oof' from the impact of my little body and my tail started wagging as soon as she spoke, and I couldn't help but feel my body quiver with excitement.
"Alright, I'm up, Azi, I'm up!"
Giving a rather shrill squeal, I practically ran circles around my mother as she pushed her way to her paws, her grey eyes looking down at me with both tiredness and affection. I admit, I had been hard on her. My brother had died about a week after our birth and now my mother was really my only playmate in this stony excuse for a den. Though strangely enough, the thought hardly ever stopped me at the time when I wanted to play. At least when I left our stony den I'd be assualted with so many smells and colors and new things that it'd probably give my mother time to rest.
So proceeding outside while trying not to trip my mother as I weaved in and out of her legs in excitement, I walked into the light of the outside world for the first time. However, instead of being excited and happy, I was suddenly wrought with fear, but yet at the same time, curiosity.
My nose was assualted with the smells of flowers, bugs, little animals, the wind, and the recent rain. My eyes were overwhelmed with blues, purples, reds, greens, whites, and yellows. My body went still and I sat down on my haunches almost immediately. Soon however, my curiosity over came my fear, and with a little nudgung from my mother, I went forward. I let myself weave in and out of the green and yellowish grasses, and I played with the red, blue, and white flowers. I was soon pouncing on the little buzzing insects that were intent on bothering me and getting in my yellowish, brown marked fur. Giving a rough shake to rid myself of any bugs, I turned and stopped as I smelled something new. The smell was... musky almost, with the scent of pine sap and a food smell. It also smelled like mother, but also different. Soon, a dark furred male pushed his way through the underbrush with a dead rabbit in his jaws. It was a little while later after mother greeted him that I realized that this strong and powerful male was my father.
a sense of pride and anxiousness overtook me, soon to be replaced by excitement. giving a little playbow I ran up to him and pounced on him as he laid down. He just laughed heartily, and I knew from that moment on I'd never forget that deep, tingling rumbling that emitted from his chest or the deep laughing sound that escaped his maw.
Facts;
+Anteer is a massive island in the middle of a planet, much like Pangea
+Isnaroh’s society is structured similar to the Tribe of Rushing Water from the warrior book series.
+The Isnaroh are wolves, nothing else
