Ｔｈｉｓ ｉｓ ｗｈａｔ Ｉ ｔｅｌｌ ｙｏｕ
My name is ... Kichwa
Some call me ... everyone calls me Kichwa
I have been alive for ...4 years and five months
I have been born as a ... fae. I'm too smart to be a brute.
I have earned the rank of ... Alpha fae.
I have the liking off ... no one.
My heart has been stolen by ... I will keep it to myself for now.
Ｗｈｅｎ ｙｏｕ ｓｅｅ ｍｅ
The first thing you see is ... my thick light cream pelt, stained and tipped with dark grey, black and brown. The tips of my ears, tail and snout is paler color and brighter than the rest of my pelt
The windows to my soul ... well, one of my eyes is darker than the other. But both of them have a clear auburn color, tipped with darker strikes.
Souvenirs of life ... I have none for so far.
Overal, you see ... my small build that's petite even for a fae. But don't get fooled for I might not been the strongest but for sure I am not the weakest. My body is build for swift movements, so in a fight my advantage is my small body and fast attacks. My underpelt is a light cream collor, while the top coat is dark with dark grey strikes toned with black and brown shades. My eyes are deep auburn and one is paler than the other. See me as you wish, that is I.
Ｗｈａｔ Ｉ ｈｉｄｅ
I have been told that I was ... |3rd person view|
Some are optimists, some pesimist but Kichwa here, is a realist. She sees things in life just the way they are. No sugar-conning, no whining, just simply real. She is a very strong intellectual. She has a mind of her own and dosen't bother what others think. She really pays no attention to those who are not close to her. She might even seem hollow and depressive, even maybe arrogant. But that's only the very fact that she isn't very comfortable around those who she doesn't know. But once you get to know, she is a whole different story. Yet, it seems that her stubborness and pride is always there, so you shouldn't even try to get that part away from her. It's simply who she is. So if you want to spend time with her, you should get used to it. She always wants things her way, and she'll take everything to teh end just to prove her point, and even ones she knows that she was wrong, she will never give in. Just so she doesn't seem weak. She is very intelligent and smart, and usualy is able to find a solution to every problem, and an answer to every question. She is loyal and will never let those close to her down, even if it meant protecting them with her life. All the same, she has some flaws as well. She sometimes has a problem of having fun, and even spends hours thinking before she does something. She isn't fond of amusement and entertainment, and has a trouble bonding.
Before I was here I was ...|3rd person view|
-4 years ago-
A warm summer morning far from Yellowstone. The sun crawled upon the bright sky, revealing golden ray and embracing the land with it's gold shine. Everything seemed good, and it was. 5 month old Kichwa poked her head out of the spacious den, before getting back inside, she threw a glance towards her parents and her sister, Leah. The grey toned brute was curled around his family, keeping them safe and warm, no matter the hot weather outside. With a role of her eyes she sat on the hard stone floor, pavered with fresh green leaves, her father just had them brought yesterday. Different thoughts clouded her head. One of every kind. Of some even two. She leaned on the side of the den, the cold stone withdrawing the warmth of her body, sending chills down her spine. She got up quickly and leaned closer to the ground taking the position her father thought her for hunting, she shook her haunches and repelled from the ground bounding from side to side of the den, and jumping on top her father. "Dad!" She called to her father as she tugged on his ear gently. "Come on. Wake up, wake up!" She pleaded as she watched her father rise from his dream and sheepishly look at Kichwa. "What is it, honey?" The caring voice of the brute rebounded trough the stone den. "I want to go to the elders' den. Can I? Please? Can I? She continued to plead for permission, and to no surprise, her father nodded his head before laying his head down on top of her mother's flank. "Yes, you can go. Just be careful not to trip over your own tail." He said and even though his voice didn't sound like it usualy did, a mocking tone was clearly set. With a teasing glance to her father, she pawed his snout playfully before bouding of towards the entrance of the den. She slid past it easily, and for a moment she found herself blinded by the sun. Blinking multiple times to adjust to the light she began to run towards the den where Tacumsa and Adonis slept. The elder couple of the pack, and the alpha's parents. As she came closer to the den she barked to announce her presence. Almost every morning she went there. And it became a habbit of hers. She entered the den with no delay and soon found herself embraced by the familiar scent. "Good morning Beta" Tacumsa greeted her with pleasure. A wide smile spread over the pup's face as she heard the usual remark. She liked being called Beta, and even though it wasn't for certain that she will become Beta, she still liked being recognized as so. "And how are you this fine morning?" She continued as usual, awaiting Adonis's reply to the the question. "Better than yesterday, and only worse than we will tomorrow." The elder said with a smile, opposing the question of their age. And Kichwa could see that every day he only felt and looked better than the last. 'Reverse aging' She always thought to herself."Come, I have a special story for you today." The fae asked, her voice coming out as sweet honey-apple mead as she nuzzled the pup lovingly. Kichwa ran towards Tacumsa's embrace and found a comfortable position, she could have sat for hours like that. She really enjoyed the presence of the pair. They always had something interesting for her, either a story or an argument to be debated. The brute sat close to the two and watched as a laughter danced in Kichwa's gaze and a smile was tugged neatly on her snout. And then, the fae began to tell a story. A story about one of the bravest faes that walked those lands. And this is how it went.
It was a time far behind those of the humans. The land was that of the animals. And it was said that Fenrir placed the lion to rule the savannahs, the shark in the blue oceans, the eagle in the endless skies, and the wolf in the lush plains and thick forests. And it was so that one pride ruled them all, one shark over the others, a family over the eagles, and a pack over everything else. And that pack was lead by a strong alpha pair. Pihra and Layos were their names. Pihra was coated in a beautiful pure white pelt, with eyes of the bluest skies, while Layos's coat was pitch black and resembled the darkness of the night forest. His eyes illuminated like the moon. A bright green gaze to look over everyone. Legend has it that they resided in the same lands as Kichwa did back then. But some animals were more hostile than the others. They found wolves unable to rule with their lands, and so, the forces clashed and a war began. Wolves against bears. The battles brought great pain to the land. Prey grew scarce and many lives were lost. The food chain broke, and the circle of life stopped. And it was then that Layos left his soul to Fenrir. The bears lost, but the lost both sides had couldn't be replaced. Pihra lost her mate, her partner, her love, her second-half. It was then that she knew she had to strengthen the pack and find a new sanctuary. Their home was ruined, the hunting grounds destroyed and if they remained there they couldn't survive another winter. Their numbers have fell significantly and it was then that Pihra realized that she was carrying pups. It only added to the question what should they do. And it was then that she decided to move their pack. And their destination was Yellowstone. And as her belly grew rounder the day became night, and the night became day. And what seemed to last hours, lasted days, days grew in weeks. And it was then that Pihra realized that Layos was her strength and without him, she couldn't fight. Their pack was weak, but they had many things ahead of them. But her witty nature and her high intelligence helped her to pass the lion pride of the savannah, the shark of the ocean, the eagles that controlled the others, with nothing but words. Soon words became her strongest weapon and there wasn't an opponent that she couldn't defeat.And it was that story that grew in the pup's heart.
-5 months ago-
As she grew older she only felt more attached to the story, and by that to Pihra. Soon she became the heroine of the story, and she began to imagine herself travel across the land, leading her pack to safety. She was now 4 years old. Four winters she survived, four springs she ran, four summers she discovered, and four autumns she hunt. She took the rank of her parents one they stepped down, and she became the beta of the pack. But that wasn't enough for her. She needed to discover more, to learn more. She needed to leave. And so she did. And so she left. She never looked back. She traveled long distance, before she finally came across what she was searching for. Yellowstone. She could tell she was where she needed to be. The vast valleys from the story were almost unbelievably the same. The thick forests only made her experience the story again, this time, she was Pihra. And her pack was her will. The rivers that stretched trough the territory were like the memories that caught Kichwa's mind. And now, she has been looking to start a pack, and not just imagine, but to become Pihra. The heroine of her life.
My kin in this world is ... my pack. I have no one except for them.
Other that you should know about me ... nothing.
Ｔｈｉｓ ｉｓ ｗｈａｔ Ｉ ｔｅｌｌ ｙｏｕMy name is ... SonganSome call me ... Sonny, but what wolf is called Sonny?I have been alive for ... 2 years and nine monthsI have been born as a ... brute. Do you know a fae called Songan... I didn't think so.I have earned the rank of ... hunter.I have the liking off ... no one.My heart has been stolen by ... myself :3 I gnawed on it, and afterwards I ate it 
. Ｗｈｅｎ ｙｏｕ ｓｅｅ ｍｅ
The first thing you see is ... my scrawny pelt. I had thicker pelt at places and thinner coat somewhere. I have dark markings on my cheeks and brown paws. My tail tip has the darkest pelt of my coat, and my snout the palest. Yeah, I know...
The windows to my soul ... I have pale green eyes, but around the foliage of the forest they are more yellow than any shade of green.
Souvenirs of life ... none, yet.
Overal, you see ... my incredibly small build even for my age. I have a similar size of a grown fae, and that has always bothered me. I'm very lithe and faster than other brutes. My muscles are more build for running than fighting. I'm very thin as well. Not that I don't eat, quite on the contrary I eat more than I should.
Ｗｈａｔ Ｉ ｈｉｄｅ
I have been told that I was ... |3rd person view|
All his life this young fellow's dream has been to become a hero. To become big and strong like his father was and to protect and serve his pack with his last dying atom of will in his body. He is determined to get his named writen in every wolf's heart. But for now trying his best is enough for this brave heart. And even though he is still quite immature he takes his life goal seriously, one step at a time. A real charmer and a kind gentlemen as well. He loves to make others laugh even if he is the 'mocking' stock. He sometimes even tend to act foolishly just to take out a laugh of someone, and even makes jokes about himself just to raise someone's mood. He is very smart and inventive. He is very quirky when it comes to it, always finding different way to entertain himself and others. He is very caring and lovable always trying to sooth others before himself. He is very pleasant to have around and a real joy to have fun with.
Before I was here I was ... |3rd person view|
You know how everybody's story usually starts in a hot summer day, well Songan's actually happened in the end of August and fog and clouds have covered the forest. The sun was only a distant disk of heat as the light illuminated from behind the foggy sky. It was high above the hills and most of the pack was out hunting. Songan's pregnant mother was back in her den with no one else but a young adolescent fae to keep her company. But what was about to happen was too much for such a young wolf to handle. Even though everyone expect of her to deliver the pups anytime soon, the time she chose was most highly less than worst. The two faes were alone in camp when she gave birth. The delivery was hard, and many things went wrong. Her pale green eyes were fixed in a distant place, as her young friend tried to help her in any way that would do he well. But with no result. She inhaled long and raspy breaths, as her lungs avoided to fill with air. With the last living atom of her being she rose weakly, as the fae went to her aid. Next to her laid three pups. Two of them dead, lost before they even came to the world. The other wigled his weak legs, whinning as he did so. A worn smile stretched over the fae's face and she nudged the living brute weakly before colapsing on the wet moss under her paws. Chilaili's gaze was now fixed on her only living offspring, the small wiggly pup that laid not far from her head. Her throat was closing in, the air that once went slowly now rasped as it went trought the dry throat. Her muscles relaxed, the weight of her being was no longer hers. Her vision flickered in front of her eyes, and slowly, every blink longer than the last, every breath more agonizing than the previous, she let go. She let go, and as it happened the young fae was watching every second of it, unable to help her pack mate.
When Songan's father Ajax, along with the rest of the pack came back from the hunt, they found what none expected to. Chilaili has taken her last breath, and her limp body was now laying in the den alongside the hungry pup that continued to whine, unaware of the tragedy that occured. Two more lifeless bodies stained the family's den, in front of which the young fae sat, part mad of what occured, part guilty for that she couldn't stop fate. Dispair and sorrow gripped Ajax's heart, but he didn't have the pride to show it. He instantly took Songan and carried him to one of the mothers of the pack, she was to know what to do. She was already nursing two pups of her own, one would not make a difference, so he thought. Although unwillingly the other two pups allowed Songan to share their mother, and he instantly began suckling on the warm mother's milk.
Day in, day out, Songan grew older and stronger. And even by that he was still by far the weakest and smallest of the pups in the pack. He was never able to win a play fight, nor tackle someone to the ground. He was always mocked by the other pups in the pack, being called a 'runt' or a 'mutt' and what not. But that really didn't bother Songan, he always kept on trying and trying even if he already knew that he was biting more than he could chew. He loved his father, and his father loved him. He always wanted to be a hero, he made different scenarious in his head, in which the pack was in trouble and he was to safe them. And he always managed to. The brave Songan always chased off the 'bad guys' leaving the pack in peace again. Other's of his age kept on mocking him, and he kept on laughing his way over the days...until...
Songan has grown old enough to fend for his own, and he was days away from his first hunting trip. He was back in camp along with others of his age, playing games and joking around. The sun was high above the trees, and the adults have gone hunting since early morning, they were to come at any time. But no one could prepare him for the news he was about to get. After a few more races, out of which Songan won two more, the sound of paws over dry leaves came from behind them. Their walk was slow, yet somehow they were eager and hasty. The young brute turned around, and even he did not know what was he about to see, pain gripped his heart and refused to let go. Only seven out of nine wolves have returned, and those who came were wounded and hurt. He rushed from face to face, from eyes to eyes, from lips to lips, trying to find his father's smiled reflection. Out of agony he lips parted, unable to be closed, and his breathing became quick and badly managed. The revelation left him heart broken, it tore apart his being. It took everything he knew. And left him with nothing. He was now alone. Alone in the world. No mother, no father, not anyone around him. And then he reminded himself... he is alone
My kin in this world is ... I had a mother, but she died. I had siblings but they too died. And now my father left me as well, and I am all alone.
Other that you should know about me ... nothing
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