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Ω - A Faerie's Desire - Ω N a m e
I've been called multiple names, but the one
I prefer was already stated. A Faerie's Desire.
I don't mind Fantasy either, if you find the first
one to long.
A g e
I am quite young, that
I can admit, but my eyes
have seen enough already.
I am 2 years-old, sadly born
in the harsh times of winter.
G e n d e r
A bold question to ask.
It seems quite obvious
to me that I am a female, with
the eyes and the name.
if there's anything I've learned,
From the past and the present,
Is that in between all the
Fighting and the Hunting,
There is little time to love,
And even lesser time for
Grief, and regret. For sorrow and for envy.
There is a reason why we
Wake up every morning.
Why we go to sleep at night.
Why we drink water when we're thirsty.
And why we love those
Who hurt us.
And why we hate the ones
Who love us.
No matter what you say about love,
I keep coming back for more.
Keep my hand in the fire,
Sooner or later,
I get what I'm asking for.
No matter what you say about life,
I learn every time I bleed.
The truth is a stranger,
Soul is in danger.
I gotta let my spirit be free,
To admit that I'm wrong and then
Change my mind.
B o d y If we were to mention every scar, every odd formation in my body... We'd only take 2 seconds.
I am quite muscular, that I can admit, but at first glance I seem like a more fragile being.
F u r Snow white. That is all it is.
E y e s Aha, the only thing I take pride in. My eyes
are as cold and as emotionless as the moon. Clear, blue orbs,
they almost seem like 2 little moons that have
been inserted to replace my eyes.
D e s c r i p t i o n I am an averaged-sized
fae, maybe a little smaller, with unusual characteristics.
I have long, and lean legs that are built for running,
as much long distances as short distances. My torso
and shoulders are built up with compacted muscles,
which are especially built for swimming, and my
body is lithe and agile, made for squeezing
into tights places and make my rounds
unnoticed.
P a c k I live with the Infinity Pack
R a n k Sadly, I have been ranked an Omega.
C r u s h Even if I did have one, I wouldn't tell you.
But I don't have one, therefore I will tell you.
M a t e It is forbidden for a fae with a rank
like mine, to have a mate. And, anyways, there's
nobody for me to love, and nobody
to love me out there.
P u p s Pshhh, as if. I'm pretty much still one.
P e r s o n a l i t y There is one thing I can tell you about myself, and that is I am not one to talk. Rarely, and I literally mean rarely, will I ever open my mouth to speak. It is not my place to tell others what I feel, or what to do, because if I ever slip up, it's the doghouse for me. Okay, that's a lie, but I don't speak much. I prefer to keep to myself than to socialize, and I'm always huddling in my little corner of the Omega's Den, not even bothering to pronounce a single word to my fellow Packmates. I am not, per say, very confident. The reason behind my quietness is the stories I was told when I was a pup. I remember exactly what they said: An old friend of mine was an Omega. He was pretty much the Pack's punching bag, whenever they were angry or sad. It hurt to watch him get bit, clawed, starved. Remember that when you're older, young ones. Prove yourself worthy of any rank but Omega. Can't really do anything about it now, I haven't been taught anything so there's nothing for me to prove. I am useless.
You will find I daydream a lot. If I am not in my den, I'll be lying down by the river, thinking, dreaming, of a perfect life. The life that I don't have. I'm not mistreated in the Pack, no, far from that. It's just... I'm scared of what they'll do if I misstep somewhere or something. It's very cowardly of me, I know, to live your life in the fear of getting snapped at, wounded, attacked. There's nothing wrong about that, but along with that fear, it's even worse when you're afraid of your own Packmates. I guess you could say I don't really fit in anywhere. I could probably go anywhere and always be the reject. I've never had a real friend except for my brother, but he's gone now.
H i s t o r y My story is nothing interesting. Born to Aquarelle and Steel, we were a litter of 5, only of which 2 survived, myself and my brother, Strider. My parents were very protective wolves, who literally sealed off our entrance with mud and rocks when we went to sleep at night, and who would only go out one at a time to go hunt or go for a drink. My brother and I weren't allowed to step a paw out of our whelping den, even as if just to sniff the air outside. They would treat us like the pups we were, and absolutely forbid us from doing anything outside of the den. It got kind of boring after awhile, but Strider always found new ways of keeping us interested. If you haven't figured out yet, I was more the follower of the group. And then, that exciting day came. We went through a whole season, without ever seeing the outside, and our parents were finally going to let us see the outside world, to teach us how to hunt. It was the most fun I'd had in moons, to be able to see trees and leaves, and even grass for the first time! It's tiring to be holed up in that hell hole for a whole year. So, we set off, looking for a rabbit trail, when I looked beside me, and my brother was gone. Looked to the other side, and so were my parents. The first thought that came into my head was they've been taken, or a bear got them or something, but later on I came to that dang conclusion. My family abandoned me, in the place they were certain I would die. I had no experience with the forest, imagine having to live on grass and bugs for 3 moons. And then, came the day I found the Pack. I have no idea how, I have no idea why, but I just knew I was saved. Until they decided to rank me as an Omega. But I guess I had it coming, seeing that I haven't been taught anything other than the fact that in case of last resort, you could eat bugs and grass to stay alive. I was a scrawny little thing when they found me, merely a pile of skin and bones, but I'm not so frail-looking anymore.
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{ Royale • 3 years and 1/2 • Fighter }
Name My name, however different from others it may be, is Royale. The pronunciation differs from others though. From a French origin, it is pronounced 'Roe-Ya-Le'. I do not have many thoughts on it though, it's just something you get used to even if you don't like it.
Nickname I haven't really been called anything other than Royale. But, my family used t call me Roe sometimes. I haven't been called that in a long time, if you call me that I probably won't respond.
Gender Although gender is a little thing, it makes a big difference. If you cannot see that I am a female, it's either that I have built up enough muscle to make me look more masculine, or you have an eye problem. I won't hold it against you, but please be careful when you ask some questions.
Age Just for the record, I am not going to snap at you like all the other females do. Sure, it is rude to ask that question, but some of us are just curious. Since you've asked, I am 3 years old.
Fur Color Truth be told, I am not exactly sure what colour my coat is. But, my guess is as good as yours. My fur varies from different shades of grey. The top of my head and the tip of my ears are the darkest parts of my body, along with my flanks and the top of my tail. After that, it lightens to a yellowish white with a golden tint in it. Most of my tips are tinged with golden brown or dark gray.
Eye Color It may just be me, but I find my eyes stunningly beautiful. They are a beautiful honey amber, although the edges are more of a golden brown. I have specks of gold that only appear in certain sunlight, but I still mesmerize everyone with my eyes.
Special Marks Funny that you ask that... Actually, I have a very unusual mark on my right hind leg. When I was younger, I had been captured by stupid teenagers, who started playing around with fire and a metal stick. When the metal was burning hot, they pressed it against my hind leg and etched the figure of a crown. I do not know what a crown is, I just heard the word in their endless barking and figured that it what they burned onto me.
Personality It's quite hard to describe yourself. Most wolves would lie and start babbling about how amazing they are. I, for instance, had once told someone I was an amazing Hunter. Where did that leave me? He told me to prove it and whoever had the most prey by the end won. It wasn't exactly the best competition I've been in. To start, I would like to say I am a soft-spoken fae. I will rarely raise my voice, even if a certain someone angers me. Some say I speak a little too quietly, hence the lack of communication I have with my Packmates. Although I may be reserved and quiet, I am still a very loyal and caring friend. I will not hesitate to protect any of my loved ones, or my Pack, even at the cost of my life. I take pride easily in the achievements my Packmates earn, but I am not ambitious and I rarely set any goals. I am not a talkative wolf, I would rather listen to other wolves and what they have to tell me. I will always be open to listen to anyone, but I do not trust easily and I do not guarantee I will be helpful. With all this going around, I disappear often, keeping to myself in my den or sulking off out of camp.
History My story is one of a kind. I do not mean in the way that no one else has lived it, I mean it is one of a kind to me. I was born into the Pack, a single pup who's parents loved her with all their hearts. I also had an older brother to look up to, Medieval. Growing up had been experiences I never want to forget, like the first time I won a fight, or when I finally earned my rank. There is so many good memories in a pup's childhood, that it is impossible to keep all of them. Therefore, I only remember a few, but they are the ones I cherish the most. Except for the time when a couple humans stole me for a day and scarred my leg. No one ever looks at me the same anymore. The day my parents passed, I had been devasted. I was coming back from a walk with my brother, when suddenly one of the Omegas jumped to our sides and told us they had grave news. Somehow, Rogue wolves had ambushed a Scout patrol, taking out 3 or 4 of the Scouts. Little did I know that both my parents were some of the few wolves not coming home that night. For days I refused to leave my Den, stuck in my small, grief-striken world that only Medieval and I were a part of. I slowly began to realize that no matter how hard I tried, they weren't coming back. So, I left the safety of my Den, and went on a little scouting expedition. No one knew of my plans, so when I got to the clearing, I was alone. I found it when I was a pup, and ever since it's been my secret hideout. Careful not to disturb anything, I scratched 2 precise lines into the only tree there, keeping count of all the loved ones I'd lost. For everyone of them, I would pluck a feather off one of the birds the Hunters brought back and nestled them deep inside the tree roots. A raven feather for my mother, and a blue jay feather for my father. Ever since then, I've been careful who I get attached to, the only person I really trust being Medieval, my brother.
Crush When you think about it, everyone must like someone, deep inside, right? Well, if that's the truth, I do not know who I have feelings for. Those feelings are probably nestled deep inside my heart, just waiting to be discovered. But, for the moment, I do not like anyone in that way.
Mate As I've said before, I do not like or love anyone in that way. I do hope one day, but I don't think that will happen. I don't trust others very much.
Pups I do not have any pups, but, I do wish for a family of my own one day.
Family I have a very small family. My mother's name had been Couronne, which I believe is 'Crown' in French, while my father's name had been Ross. They both died in the paws of a couple Rogue wolves. The only live kin I have is my brother, Medieval.
Rank Wanted You think everyone has a wanted rank? Well, I don't. I am perfectly fine where I am, I don't want to have the Pack look up to me, for the matter that I am a very quiet she-wolf.
Other It's a wonder that sometimes, you know exactly what to say, you just don't know how to say it.
{For the 'Special Mark' part of my form, I hope you do not mind if I put that. Someone did that to a dog once, and I just thought I'd make Royale have it. You wonder why people are so stupid sometimes though, burning something into an animal's skin.}
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{ Medieval • 5 years • Hunter }
Name I have a very unusual name. It appears to run in the family, with my sister's name being Royale, my mother Couronne, and my father Ross. Mine is no different. Medieval is who I go by.
Nickname I guess there are a couple nicknames you can make out of Medieval. Med, Medie, Val, Dieval. But, don't call me any of those. I go by Medieval and Medieval only. The only person I let call me Val is my sister, Royale.
Gender I am a male, brute, guy. Whatever you want to call it, I am a masculine wolf.
Age I am but a year and a half older than Royale, which makes me 5 years old.
Fur Color My fur is a mix of colours. My top coat is black, plain black, but my under coat is white and gray, giving me the odd-coloured appearance. I am not that old yet, but already the end of my muzzle and the tips of my ears are already graying, making me look older than I am. Tha doesn't mean I've lost any of my spring or my swiftness.
Eye Color Personally, I do not know what colour my eyes are. So, basing on what others have told me, I believe I have green-yellow eyes that might even change to brown sometimes, depending on if I'm tired or not.
Special Marks I do not have any, as you say it, 'Special Marks'. Contrary to my sister, who has a burn on her leg. But, if anything counts, I am a very grotesque brute that towers over everyone. Or, almost everyone.
Personality I am the most honest brute you will ever meet. Trust me on this one. I refuse to lie. If I don't have anything nice to say, I will keep my mouth shut, or just say the truth. Some may think of me as ignorant, not caring about anyone's feelings, but it is what I think is right. You shouldn't lie to others, the same reason why you shouldn't steal prey. I only do that because I care, and I want to make you a better person. If I find you arrogant, I will tell you that. On the other hand, I don't usually say mean things, unless someone is threatening my sister. I am very protective of her, maybe even a bit over-protective, but I just don't want to lose her. I am mostly a laid-back brute, but if you bother me, or I don't like you, I will first tell it straight to your face, and then ignore your existence. No need for me to pretend to like you when I don't.
History It is pretty much the same as my sister's, except I was born a year and a half before her. I was a very big at a young age, and clumsy too, so I grew up everyone's laughing stock. And then came Royale and they seemed to have forgotten about me, only paying attention to m,y little sister. She was the only pup in the Pack, and she was also quite a handful to watch. When she was old enough, I would wrestle her and play with her, always having a good laugh at the end. If I didn't grow up with her, I don't think I'd be the same as I am now. She is really more of a best friend to me, as much as the best sister in the world.
Crush I find every single fae beautiful in their own way. Canada has that dominant kind of beauty. Egypt has the coat that matches her beautiful eyes. Red Leaves is just beautiful in her own way. And Royale, I just find everything about her beautiful. But, even though I think this, I do not have any romantic feelings towards any of them.
Mate We all want that one wolf we can love and depend on for the rest of our lives. Well, I haven't met my match yet.
Pups I do not have any pups, and I do not want any. It's not that I don't like pups, I love pups! But, I don't think I'd be the best father. I don't think I'd be able to keep my mouth shut about some things and just ruin everything.
Family A very small family I have. 2 dead parents, Couronne and Ross, and a live sister, Royale. I love her with all my heart, and I will do anything to make her life perfect. Losing our parents was already hard enough.
Rank Wanted I've always wanted to be the Alpha. But, then I realized, do I really want to weight of the Pack on my shoulders?
Other I've got nothing.
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