Post by zepher on Jul 12, 2009 15:09:55 GMT -5
Name:Zephyr ~fuzzy~
Age: Adult
Race: Ghost wolf
Appearance: I'll find pics and make a sig eventually.
Personality: Zephyr is kind, soft spoken, romantic with hardly any temper. He was killed in a land slide and thus was forced to abandon his beta position in the pack. This was long before any of the current packs found solace here in this valley, so yes he is very old. Long ago he had a lover, but after being torn to shred by a violent pack, she let herself drown in the river, right in front of Zephyr's nose. He couldn't save her. The muddy, foggy day still hurts him deep inside, haunting him as he now haunts this world. He's calm and reserved, but also strong and brave. Very affectionate and now he is resigned to his fate as a ghost, though he can return to life he chooses not to. Not without a love to give life to a newly beating heart. (basically I'm joining to progress his story and find a mate for him).
Likes: Water, rivers remind him of her final moments, and also of all the good times they spent together. Flying.
Dislikes:Water, it's very painful for him to be around it even though he enjoys the sound. Fighting, thoug he will do it if needed..or would..if he were alive.
Mate: Had one, but she's long dead..so now. None!
Origin: forest
History: Long ago Zephyr was a loner, his voice was cracked from months of silence when he spoke to her. Back then, he was blind in one eye, now as a ghost he sees clearly. He had fallen in love with her. Her name? Long lost in the sands of time, it's been so long, now he only has a shadow of a memory but he remembers that day in the rain more clearly than any other....
"No Zephyr, you can't.."she said, her voice weak, breathless from her wounds, her blood ran with the mud and rain at his feet.
He uttered her name then, how he wished he could remember. He knew she was dying, but, if only he could bring her home, to the pack. Oh his mate, his love, "Don't do this..." his voice was a low rumble of a whisper, "I can save you, let me help you."
"Oh Zephyr, you and I both know I can't." the water level of the river began to rise, and the mud under her feet gave way. She began to slip into the waters open mouth. Her white claws dug deep into the mud, up to her chest as the waters pull struggled to pull her free.
He called her name, running down the slippery bank yo her, he meant to help her. "No!" She said as he tried to grab her, "No...I love you Zephyr." Her nose touched his and in a flash the water swept her away from him forever. He stood for a long while alone in the rain, staring after her, though she was long gone. The mist rolled in slowly as he started back toward the pack, to his death. He searched for her after that, but she must have crossed over. However he could not. Something unknown held him here and so he remains until love can find him once more.
Age: Adult
Race: Ghost wolf
Appearance: I'll find pics and make a sig eventually.
Personality: Zephyr is kind, soft spoken, romantic with hardly any temper. He was killed in a land slide and thus was forced to abandon his beta position in the pack. This was long before any of the current packs found solace here in this valley, so yes he is very old. Long ago he had a lover, but after being torn to shred by a violent pack, she let herself drown in the river, right in front of Zephyr's nose. He couldn't save her. The muddy, foggy day still hurts him deep inside, haunting him as he now haunts this world. He's calm and reserved, but also strong and brave. Very affectionate and now he is resigned to his fate as a ghost, though he can return to life he chooses not to. Not without a love to give life to a newly beating heart. (basically I'm joining to progress his story and find a mate for him).
Likes: Water, rivers remind him of her final moments, and also of all the good times they spent together. Flying.
Dislikes:Water, it's very painful for him to be around it even though he enjoys the sound. Fighting, thoug he will do it if needed..or would..if he were alive.
Mate: Had one, but she's long dead..so now. None!
Origin: forest
History: Long ago Zephyr was a loner, his voice was cracked from months of silence when he spoke to her. Back then, he was blind in one eye, now as a ghost he sees clearly. He had fallen in love with her. Her name? Long lost in the sands of time, it's been so long, now he only has a shadow of a memory but he remembers that day in the rain more clearly than any other....
"No Zephyr, you can't.."she said, her voice weak, breathless from her wounds, her blood ran with the mud and rain at his feet.
He uttered her name then, how he wished he could remember. He knew she was dying, but, if only he could bring her home, to the pack. Oh his mate, his love, "Don't do this..." his voice was a low rumble of a whisper, "I can save you, let me help you."
"Oh Zephyr, you and I both know I can't." the water level of the river began to rise, and the mud under her feet gave way. She began to slip into the waters open mouth. Her white claws dug deep into the mud, up to her chest as the waters pull struggled to pull her free.
He called her name, running down the slippery bank yo her, he meant to help her. "No!" She said as he tried to grab her, "No...I love you Zephyr." Her nose touched his and in a flash the water swept her away from him forever. He stood for a long while alone in the rain, staring after her, though she was long gone. The mist rolled in slowly as he started back toward the pack, to his death. He searched for her after that, but she must have crossed over. However he could not. Something unknown held him here and so he remains until love can find him once more.