Name:
Kress Ranuul
(Deadly Beauty)
Gender:
Female, Fae, Femme ♀
Personality:
Ranuul is overall a likable girl. She has a kind demeanor, and usually likes to be around other wolves. Sometimes, however, she is ornery and sarcastic. This usually gets her into trouble, so she snaps out of her funks pretty quickly. She doesn’t have a mate, but loves pups and hopes to one day have some. She has some issues with concentrating on one thing, and her mind often trails, but she’s still a good girl and her intent to learn makes up for it. She is constantly moving, and usually bubbly and talkative. She could easily carry on a long conversation without the other wolf even opening their mouth. Most wolves like her, and the ones who don’t are usually annoyed by her, or jealous of her beauty and skills. She is very loyal, even if it means her death to protect those she loves. She hates the Drulian Fighters more than anything.
Likes:
Ranuul loves to take walks, chase anything that moves, and to just talk with her friends. She’d gladly do all three at the same time if she could, and sometimes, she even does. She likes to protect the Tribe, even at the cost of her life.
Dislikes:
Ranuul hates anything creepy. She also hates nosy wolves and cry babies. In her mind they want to find stuff out to use against her, and well, who likes a cry baby?
But there is one thing she hates more than anything: the Drulian Fighters.
Strengths:
Ranuul is good with pups, and would make a good mother someday. She’s also good at hunting, but often scares off prey due to her twitching, or just lets them get away due to day dreaming. She also seems to be good at talking to males, overall she’s a tomboy, and talking to them seems to come easily to her.
Weaknesses:
On the topic of weakness, Ranuul has issues fitting in with other wolves - Talking comes naturally but she often gets herself worried and then becomes tongue-tied. She also isn’t a very good fighter, and gives away her position to the enemy whenever there ’s a sneak attack in session. Ranuul's also constantly beating up on herself, and telling herself that she’s not good enough, this makes her get moody. Her loyalty can sometimes be a problem, as well as her hate for the Drulian Fighters.
Spirit bond?:
No, she has no spirit bond whatsoever, though she dreams of having one. She has always wanted to have a spirit bond, to be someone for once. But she will shed no tears over it.
Job within the tribe:
She is a Hunter, wanting to become a Shaman. She will try to do whatever it takes to become one, as she finds them so interesting.
Story:
"Ranuul!" hissed the fae beside her, gesturing towards the large Kress Antelope. Ranuul crouched, creeping towards it. She motioned foward, and the wolves followed her.
"Stop," she whispered, and the Pack behind her did so. She stalked the animal, a gleam in her eyes.
She heard a branch crack behind her, and the antelope lifted it's head. It's ears swiveled around for a moment, and Ranuul lept.
At the same moment, the antelope began to run. Ranuul gripped onto it, biting it's flank. Her weight brought it down, and the creature struggled on the ground. The hunting party lept foward, holding the animal down as Ranuul gave the killing bite. She shook her head slightly, and the creature gavea great shudder, then lay still.
She looked at it in satisfaction. "Grab the legs, let's carry this back to camp," she said.
The party dragged the great creature back, but Rannul stopped them.
She heard the sound of snarling, then jumped out of the way as another wolf leaped at her.
Suddenly, they were surrounded. She snarled, turning in a circle.
She recognized several of the wolves, and spoke. "Drulian Fighters! What business do you have here?" No one spoke, only curled thier lips at her.
"What say you?" she cried, turning and looking at one straight in the eye. "What say you?" she snarled. Her eyes were burning with anger, and she lept out at the nearest fighter.
The hunting party followed her lead, and a great battle started. She watched as the fighters wounded her firneds, and she was suddenly knocked over.
She looked up into the face of the fighter, and her eyes opened wide.
"Istanal......." she whispered, then everything went black.
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She woke up in a cave, her sides wrapped up in large leaves. She turned around, groaning in pain.
Looking around, Ranuul saw nothing she recognized. The place was dark, and a bit damp, and smelled like the Drulian Fighters.........
She stood up. Where was she? Where were the others?
An old wolf stirred by the fire, and padded up to Ranuul. "Ah, I see you are awake now." she said in a deep, raspy voice.
Ranuul growled. "Where am I? Where are the others?" a thought suddenly dawned on her, and her lips curled. "Did Istanal bring me here?"
The old she-wolf cackled. "My, you are a curious one! You are in the Drulian Territory. I'm the Healer, as you would call it. And Istanal did bring you here, yes he did......" her eyes wandered over to the entrance of the cave, and a large male wolf stolled in. He had a cat-like grace, strange for one so big.
"Rannul," he purred, his tail caressing her face. "How are you, my dear?"
She whipped away from him. "Get away from me!"
"Sweetheart, what'd the matter?" he asked mockingly. "Don't you want to get better?"
She winced, but managed to stay standing. "You are evil! You try to take away my home!" She tried to leap at him, but was too weak. "You killed my friends!" she cried, heartbroken.
"They aren't dead.They are merely........Broken." he gave a deadly smile. "I wanted to kill them when you could watch."
He grapped her by the scruff, dragging her out of the cave. He threw her to the ground, then tied her to a stake.
"Bring out the prisoners!" he growled, and Ranuul watched as her friends were filed, one by one, in front of Istanal. "Watch, my dear, and let go of them."
He smiled, then leaped at Ira, laughing evilly.
Her screams echoed through Ranuul's ears, a memory she would never forget.
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