Post by ⊱ R H Y S ⊰ on Jul 5, 2014 19:51:26 GMT -6
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Name: Rhys ( Pronounced Ryse or Rise)
Gender: Female
Age: 29 DY / 4 HY
Breed: Black and tan coonhound, Great Dane mix.
Pack: Rotstalker
Rank: Alpha
Personality: Rhys is anything but what one would call 'kind'. In fact, she's often times cruel, cold-hearted and calculating. She refuses to show any kind of weakness, or allow it to thrive within the pack. There's no room for weakness if a pack wishes to survive in this world.. Or at least that is her view. She cares deeply for the pack, in her own brutal kind of way, often pushing them to their limits. If she finds out that you have a weakness or fear, she will likely give you orders in direct correlation with it, but be assured that it is for your own good.
Does she have a soft side? Perhaps, but no dog has ever witnessed it.
A mean side? ... All of her sides seem to be mean. Masters help anyone who gets in her way or manages to really set her off. She may seem calm at the time, but believe me, they're in for a nasty surprise.
One thing she loves above all activities is hunting. She loves the feel of wind in her face and the thrill of the kill. If she could, she'd do it every day, but her duties to the pack come first. Even if that means she has to go hungry so that they may eat. After all, she knows that without them, she'd be no more than a bad tempered rogue or stray.
Does she have a soft side? Perhaps, but no dog has ever witnessed it.
A mean side? ... All of her sides seem to be mean. Masters help anyone who gets in her way or manages to really set her off. She may seem calm at the time, but believe me, they're in for a nasty surprise.
One thing she loves above all activities is hunting. She loves the feel of wind in her face and the thrill of the kill. If she could, she'd do it every day, but her duties to the pack come first. Even if that means she has to go hungry so that they may eat. After all, she knows that without them, she'd be no more than a bad tempered rogue or stray.
Appearance: A tall dog, standing 34 inches at her shoulders, and weighing in at a slightly lanky 100 lbs. She has the appearance of both coonhound and great dane, with floppy jowls and long, tattered ears, though there are some very noticeable differences from what one would consider normal. One is that she has absolutely no fur, leaving her thick, scarred skin visible. It feels cold to the touch, and rough like the surface of stone. Her scars glow like dull embers at normal times, but the glow intensifies with anger or frustration. Her eyes, claws, horns and spikes also glow with the same ember-like colors. One of her eyes is completely missing, the permanently closed lid scored with scar tissue.
Her other oddities include two large horns growing from the back of her skull, with a smaller set directly in front of them. Three spikes on either side of the bridge of her nose, and bone-like structures of spines leading down her back and tail. At the tip of her tail there are four spike blades that are as sharp as daggers and just as dangerous. Her elbows and heels are also adorned with sets of spikes. All of which glow mildly at normal times, becoming brighter with anger or frustration.
Other Mutation: Smoke often betrays her emotions, billowing from her nose and mouth in times of high stress. It isn't poison or dangerous, but it may make for an eye and lung burning deterrent for other dogs when breathed into their face. It holds the scent of sulfur and ash.
Her other oddities include two large horns growing from the back of her skull, with a smaller set directly in front of them. Three spikes on either side of the bridge of her nose, and bone-like structures of spines leading down her back and tail. At the tip of her tail there are four spike blades that are as sharp as daggers and just as dangerous. Her elbows and heels are also adorned with sets of spikes. All of which glow mildly at normal times, becoming brighter with anger or frustration.
Other Mutation: Smoke often betrays her emotions, billowing from her nose and mouth in times of high stress. It isn't poison or dangerous, but it may make for an eye and lung burning deterrent for other dogs when breathed into their face. It holds the scent of sulfur and ash.
Limited Traits: None
History: Rhys was born as a single pup, to her mother, a pack exiled female named Curr. The father of the pup was unknown, as Curr often took any opportunity to breed that she could manage. She didn't care much for pups either, not to mention pups that looked like some strange, deformed creature. That left Rhys out of much care as a whelp, only being able to feed when her mother chose to come back to the den and supply her milk.
In spite of her lack of care, she grew well into a young dog who soon learned to look after herself.
It wasn't long before she left the birthing den, and found her way into the world. Her lack of socialization though, made her an easy target for other, stronger dogs. Her many scars come from these encounters, including one nasty encounter with a rotweiler mix named Gromagus, who took her right eye as payment for trespassing on his territory.
It was at the moment when her eye was being ripped from it's socket that she vowed never to let herself become the victim again. From then on, she would develop herself into a dog that would never be pushed around.
At the age of one year, she found herself in the territory of a pack of dogs who called themselves the Rotstalkers.. For obvious reasons. Their large territory encompassed most of a ruined city that was still infested with rotties. She worked her way into this pack, striking a deal with the current alpha that if she were to join them, she would use her loyalty and strength to fight for them.
[trigger warning, abuse]
She did hold up her bargain for a while, but when he tried to take her for his mate, she rejected him. He threatened her with exile if she did not bear his pups. She still refused. At her second refusal, the alpha became angry, and called for a few of his loyal followers. Together they herded Rhys deep into the bowels of the city. She'd thought they were keeping their word to have her leave, but once they reached a secluded place in the tunnels, the alpha turned on her, having his followers hold her down while he forced her into breeding.
It only lasted a few minutes, but at the first sign of loosened grip, she struggled free and turned on the group of males, taking one down with a single bite to his neck. The others attacked, and she was left with no choice but to flee. She didn't leave the territory though. They chased her all the way back to camp.
She challenged the alpha right there, right in front of the pack. He had to fight her one on one, as pack law dictated. He accepted her challenge willingly, quite sure of himself. His arrogance was his downfall. The fight lasted no more than a few minutes. In desperation, he'd made a leap for the back of her neck, but she'd turned, driving both of her horns deep into his chest.
Rhys was now alpha by right of battle.
Her first task exiled the two remaining loyalists to the former alpha.
Nine weeks later a litter of three pups were born. Their bodies were frail and they appeared to be sickly. The seer had observed their birth, all the while retaining a worried expression..
A week passed, and the pups became more and more sickly. Their bodies had shriveled into hardly more than tiny skeletons. The seer had tried her best to save them, but not even she could heal their illness. Rhys had overheard her mumbling to herself over the pups, and pushed her way into the den, pushing the older female aside. Shock and disgust suddenly flashed in the seer's eyes, and she turned on Rhys, growling miserably.
"I have seen.. I know what you will do!" She choked out, glancing from mother to pups with panic-wild eyes.
"Then you also know that you will take the blame."
"No!"
"You will, and you will be exiled."
"You can't!"
"Exiled for the murder of my pups."
"NO!"
[trigger warning, extreme violence]
The seer leapt forward, trying to reach the litter, but the first of the three pups was already laying limp in it's mother's mouth. Blood trickled onto the floor of the den as she dropped the dead pup. "And if you interfere.. I'll kill you right here, and right now." The seer coward back against the crumbled stone wall, terrified for her own life. She watched as the remaining two pups were killed, and then to her absolute horror, devoured by their mother.
Rhys did keep her promise. The seer was persecuted, and then exiled for the murder of the alpha's pups.
A few weeks later, the body of that seer was found near the edge of the territory, half eaten by rats, and bearing the claw marks and scent of a cougar encounter.
Rhys has continued to lead the Rotstalker pack, thus far unchallenged.
In spite of her lack of care, she grew well into a young dog who soon learned to look after herself.
It wasn't long before she left the birthing den, and found her way into the world. Her lack of socialization though, made her an easy target for other, stronger dogs. Her many scars come from these encounters, including one nasty encounter with a rotweiler mix named Gromagus, who took her right eye as payment for trespassing on his territory.
It was at the moment when her eye was being ripped from it's socket that she vowed never to let herself become the victim again. From then on, she would develop herself into a dog that would never be pushed around.
At the age of one year, she found herself in the territory of a pack of dogs who called themselves the Rotstalkers.. For obvious reasons. Their large territory encompassed most of a ruined city that was still infested with rotties. She worked her way into this pack, striking a deal with the current alpha that if she were to join them, she would use her loyalty and strength to fight for them.
[trigger warning, abuse]
She did hold up her bargain for a while, but when he tried to take her for his mate, she rejected him. He threatened her with exile if she did not bear his pups. She still refused. At her second refusal, the alpha became angry, and called for a few of his loyal followers. Together they herded Rhys deep into the bowels of the city. She'd thought they were keeping their word to have her leave, but once they reached a secluded place in the tunnels, the alpha turned on her, having his followers hold her down while he forced her into breeding.
It only lasted a few minutes, but at the first sign of loosened grip, she struggled free and turned on the group of males, taking one down with a single bite to his neck. The others attacked, and she was left with no choice but to flee. She didn't leave the territory though. They chased her all the way back to camp.
She challenged the alpha right there, right in front of the pack. He had to fight her one on one, as pack law dictated. He accepted her challenge willingly, quite sure of himself. His arrogance was his downfall. The fight lasted no more than a few minutes. In desperation, he'd made a leap for the back of her neck, but she'd turned, driving both of her horns deep into his chest.
Rhys was now alpha by right of battle.
Her first task exiled the two remaining loyalists to the former alpha.
Nine weeks later a litter of three pups were born. Their bodies were frail and they appeared to be sickly. The seer had observed their birth, all the while retaining a worried expression..
A week passed, and the pups became more and more sickly. Their bodies had shriveled into hardly more than tiny skeletons. The seer had tried her best to save them, but not even she could heal their illness. Rhys had overheard her mumbling to herself over the pups, and pushed her way into the den, pushing the older female aside. Shock and disgust suddenly flashed in the seer's eyes, and she turned on Rhys, growling miserably.
"I have seen.. I know what you will do!" She choked out, glancing from mother to pups with panic-wild eyes.
"Then you also know that you will take the blame."
"No!"
"You will, and you will be exiled."
"You can't!"
"Exiled for the murder of my pups."
"NO!"
[trigger warning, extreme violence]
The seer leapt forward, trying to reach the litter, but the first of the three pups was already laying limp in it's mother's mouth. Blood trickled onto the floor of the den as she dropped the dead pup. "And if you interfere.. I'll kill you right here, and right now." The seer coward back against the crumbled stone wall, terrified for her own life. She watched as the remaining two pups were killed, and then to her absolute horror, devoured by their mother.
Rhys did keep her promise. The seer was persecuted, and then exiled for the murder of the alpha's pups.
A few weeks later, the body of that seer was found near the edge of the territory, half eaten by rats, and bearing the claw marks and scent of a cougar encounter.
Rhys has continued to lead the Rotstalker pack, thus far unchallenged.
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