Ʋƨɛяиαмɛ:
4.s e a s o n s.
Ɯσℓғ Иαмɛ:
Four Seasons
Иιcκиαмɛƨ:
Season
Δɢɛ:
4 Years Old
Ǥɛи∂ɛя:
Female
Яαиκ:
Delta Female
Ƥɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ:
Let me just say.. I am not what you'd think I would be. I am very quiet. I barely talk, besides to Tristan and give out orders. I try to talk to him whenever I can. No, I don't have a crush on him. I don't believe in the word 'love'. To me it does not exist. It is dead to me. Even though I am very quiet, I have a very short fuse. One word, can twist me the wrong way. You might end up with a few new scars to add to your collection. I look at weak things, like they are nothing. They mean nothing to me, and they will always mean nothing to me. I think like this, because.... well... I... my Father. He trained me to be like this. He showed me, and forced me to be like this. He taught me to never back down from a fight. He is my role model. But sometimes, he could be my worst nightmare. I still have some nightmares. He also hurt me, like nobody has ever hurt me before. It was like taking a bullet to the heart, with the pain that he gave me. But, that made me me, I will never forget the pain, blood sweat and tears he put into my training to make me me.
Ƥαƨт:
Alright. If you tell anybody that I told you this, you might die.
I was born as a loner. Yes, it was a horrible thought. We had to fight, and kill for our food. But, it didn't bother me at all actually. I started training when I was just weaned from my Mother's milk. It was a young age. About a month old. I was trained harshly, by my Father. He trained me, and every little thing that I did wrong, I got punished and abused for it. It hurt more on the inside, instead of the outside. I was beaten, almost to the verge of death a few times. But, my Father told me to suck it up, and ignore the pain, and keep on training. He rewarded me with more food than my other siblings. They were killed by my Father. The story that he told my Mother, is that when we were all out hunting together, as a family, a bear came, and killed my sister Thalia, and my brothers Fang, Link, and Shard. He didn't kill me, because I was the strong one. I was the one who could take the pain without dying, or running to my Mother. So, I helped my Father drag my litter-mates bodies home. But, I actually helped my Father kill my siblings. They were weak, so they meant nothing to me.My Mother was devastated, and then she treated me, like I was a newborn pup. She always asked if I needed anything, or if I was OK, or if I was hungry. It got annoying. As I got older, it never stopped. So, when my Father told me that I could kill whoever I wanted, I went straight for my Mother. Her blood has a sweet taste to it. It was so weird, but it tasted better than my siblings blood. Then, a few days later, my Dad gave me over to Shawn. I instantly hated Shawn, and my Father. After about a year with living with Shawn as loners, I killed the pups that I had just giving birth to. When he was sleeping, I killed him quickly. With no effort, I went blood crazy, and went straight for my Father. I killed him, and then it went on and on, I had killed lots of wolves. But they were always loners. When I had come across the territory, I ended up beginning the pack.
Ɯɛακиɛƨƨ:
My only weakness, is my Father.
Ɔяʋƨн:
The word 'Love' does not exist to me.
Ѧαтɛ:
The word 'Love' does not exist to me.
Ƥʋρƨ:
The word 'Love' does not exist to me.
Ѳтнɛя:
You can TRY to get me to like you, but you, will. fail!
Ʋƨɛяиαмɛ:
4.s e a s o n s.
Ɯσℓғ Иαмɛ:
Tristan
Иιcκиαмɛƨ:
Tristan is short enough.
Δɢɛ:
4 Years Old
Ǥɛи∂ɛя:
Brute
Яαиκ:
Lead Fighter
Ƥɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ:
Tristan is a very sweet wolf. He is always open for listening to others.Tristan isn't scared to show some fangs though, he tries to never get angry but if you mess with his family/loved ones he is going to rip you into the smallest pieces he can. He has killed before due to this and he is not proud. Tristan tries to make sure he never does this but in all , who would like someone messing with loved ones?
Ƥαƨт:
Tristan was born in a small pack. The pack was failing at surviving. It actually seemed that his pack's life was hanging from a delicate tree limb, and that tree limb could break, at any moment, and any second. Tristan's pack soon failed, and they all died off one by one. Tristan was the last to survive. Striving by living on his own, Tristan joined the pack, and has been living here ever since then.
Ɯɛακиɛƨƨ:
Fire
Ɔяʋƨн:
None. I will never love anyone at all.
Ѧαтɛ:
No! I said that earlier!
Ƥʋρƨ:
I said No! Nobody will ever love me at all. Can't you figure that out?
Ѳтнɛя:
Hai guyz. c:
