This Saber is:
ADOPTED
ADOPTED
Krýo
Owner:~willow
Gender: Female
Element: Ice
Characteristics:
~Normal fangs encased in ice.
Making them the same length as the long fangs
~When walking, ice forms beneath the paws
~Naturally cold body temperature
~Small scar on left shoulder
~radiates an aura of coldHex Codes: e6e8e3-d7dacf-bec3bc-8f9a9c-65727a-33373a-a87e8e-153e52"A Story is Meant to be Told"Krýo is set in a loner state of mind, which is suiting for a born and raised loner. She likes to spend her time alone, though she will make the occasional exception for the company of a male, and tends to dwell on her troubled past which causes rifts in her relations with those 'close' to her. Her fuse is short and quick to burn and when pushed to that point, she can be quite explosive. The cold nip of her fur as she rasps her sharp tongue over it gives her a calming essence and allows her to fight back the anger that threatens to overwhelm her.
Preferring to be alone doesn't come to her without great conscious though. During the night, when the sabers are most likely to get attacked, she is alone and most vulnerable. Though she knows there is strength in numbers, she also knows there is weakness and doesn't want to be considered a weak-link. Most of her pack say that she is loner because of her cold fur and the element she represents, but this is for a completely other reason, the reason stated above.
Krýo is proud of the element she represents. The cold that nips at her nose and paw-tips. The frosty breeze that chills her fur. It's all so perfect to her. She enjoys walking around during the harsh months of winter, her paws making frozen patches of earth as she steps. She also likes making snowdrifts scattered about the land, which fall from her shaking mane. During blizzards is when she hunts and fights the best, and some blizzards are even her own creations, though she is often easily drained during and after this, leaving her weak for days on end.
Coming from a strong heritage has taken a toll on how she feels about herself. Her parents were strong warriors and natural leaders, but she wasn't as strong as the rest of her siblings, nor as the past generations of her blood line. She was shunned for this, one reasons she is who she is now. She has worked hard to prove herself as strong as the rest of her bloodline, but she still lacks, and is still shunned by her family for that. She grows close to no one for the reason of fear, the fear of being shunned and hurt again.
Born into a loner family isn't always easy. Both my parents were banished from their pack, though they and their ancestors were grand warriors. I was born in a snow cave along with my brother and sister. Dad says I was the last to open my eyes, a sign of my weakness, but I see think I was first to open them. I remember that day like it was yesterday, though it was years ago.
It was my first hunt, and I thought I was doing pretty good. The rabbit was just in sight and my slender form blended well with the falling snow. An annoyed growl and a wave of snow slung forward as a slash a paw across the white fluff. The rabbit had gotten away. My ears flat to my head and my tail tucked I trudged back to my father, who held no emotion toward me in his golden gaze. "I'm sorry Father, but I missed it." I murmured, gaze low. My paws shifted nervously through the snow. I knew this wouldn't end good."I know. Of coarse you're going to miss the rabbit. You have a rich blood line, but you hold nothing of it!" he growled, teeth bared at me. I shrank back as he landed a harsh blow to my cheek. I dared not look up at him, knowing what would happen. Instead, I continued to shrink back into the snow, the white stuff up to my shoulders now. This was my only chance to get away. I shook my mane, causing a snowdrift to fall over me. I plunged out the other side while my father, who was too proud to help his daughter, searched the snow for me.
I sighed in relief when he didn't see me and I was able to escape with a bruised cheek. Fine Father. If you don't want me around, I began to myself, "I'll leave!" My voice was an angered growl as I ran through the snow, my grey pelt blending as the snow sped up in its falling storm. The freezing of the ground with every step I take helped me stay above the snow, making travel quicker, though it sapped just a pinch of my strength with every step. The end of the day came and I was worn and panting. My paws ached and my leg shook as they held little strength. I needed to find shelter for the night, and quick.
Ducking into a cave for the night, collapsing instantly just inside the mouth of the small cave. It was only big enough for me. I sighed and crawled in it, closing my emerald green eyes. I quickly, almost instantly fell into a deep slumber. My flanks moved slowly in the rhythmic breathing patter of sleep.
