Post by Eztli on Jun 18, 2018 15:48:58 GMT -6
OOC
Name: Susy
Years RPing: How old are you again?
Slot Used: Last free slot
How You Found Us: A birdie told me about y'all.
General
Name: Eztli
Birthday: April 28th, 2015
Gender: Female
Species: Iranian
Physical
Height: 27 in
Weight: 70 lbs.
Coat Color: Mixture of browns and white.
Eye Color: Blue
Health Issues: Infertile
Other Information: n/a
Mental
Mental Stability: Unstable
History:
The pack was a small one, as such things had to be in the deserts of Iran for survival. Eskandar was the king and he loved his mate, Mehregan, dearly... but he had the affliction of wandering eyes and the inability to control his lust for other females. One in particular, was the simple-minded Atifeh who had been believed to be unable to conceive pups, which made her the perfect candidate in the eyes of a lustful king for his wrong-doings. For all the rumors that floated in the desert breeze, the brute had not once coupled with his mistress during the breeding season to avoid the risk. However, Atifeh wanted the king for a night... and she knew his queen would not be a willing one after a full day of their coupling and she also knew the king had an insatiable thirst for feeling a body beneath him. When Mehregan had gone to sleep for the night and Atifah knew Eskandar would be seeking release once more before sleeping, the female presented herself to him in all her glory. With the scents of sex still heavy in his nostrils, the king took his mistress for a single night in the breeding season, praying to the Gods he had not believed in since he was a child that no trace of their heated night would present itself.
To the king's dismay, Atifah gave birth just three nights after his own mate did. She had a single pup, a spitting image of her mother, and named her Jahanna. Eskandar declared the pup a bastard child, sentenced to serve the pack alongside her mother for the crimes of mating without the Alpha pair's consent. Atifah, however... had other plans. She did not wish for her only daughter to live a life of servitude. Once Jahanna had reached 3 months of age, Atifah begged her brother Akhtar to take Jahanna far from the cursed place that she called home. Akhtar agreed and stole away with the young pup one summer night, running as fast as he could while carrying the small Jahanna. Once he had gotten a few miles away from the pack's borders, the brute searched for another wolf to leave her with, as he had no intentions of raising his sister's child. Upon finding a lone female with a young male pup who seemed to be about Jahanna's age, he left her there and returned to the pack, stopping only to kill an unfortunate hare and bloody his paws and maw... an alibi for when the king question Atifah on the whereabouts of her daughter.
Jahanna was indeed raised by the lone wolf, Kurian, alongside Rustam as if they were both Kurian's own. Kurian even took into consideration the possible danger the pup was in and renamed her Eztli, and moved further away from the lands where she had first been gifted the young pup. The lone female taught both pups in the way of the hunt, as well as fighting... being an exiled warrior of a once powerful pack, she knew more than enough to make sure both pups were proficient fighters when they became adults. And as chance would have it, once they reached a certain age... what had once been sibling rivalry, became passion. The two knew there was no blood tying them, and upon reaching sexual maturity they let curiosity take over, Eztli came to find she could not get enough of the pleasure their lustful actions brought. Kurian let them have their fun... looking forward to the idea of new pups coming after the breeding season... however, the season came and went... and for all the coupling Rustam and Eztli did, no pups were formed in the young wolf's womb. When another season came and went with the same results, Kurian knew without a doubt that Eztli would never bear pups... and something broke in the once sweet and docile female. Eztli stole away in the middle of the night, unable to bear the shame any longer of not being able to bless their little family with new life.
For months she traveled alone, even across a new continent (Africa) that her kind had never seen, until she was captured by humans. The memory was brief in her mind, as everything had gone dark shortly after trying to escape their trap...and the next thing she remembered was waking up on the shores of Anikira. At two years old, the young wolf tried to join the first pack she came across... they were welcoming at first, and she enjoyed her time there... as did a few of the males in the pack. Having been alone for so long, Eztli decided to catch up on one of the things she had enjoyed most in her old life and mated with any male that would take her. Her lust was insatiable, and luckily there was always a male willing to oblige. She even got to the point that she became choosy with her lusts, leaving marks on any that tried to make advances when she did not want them... and unfortunately, there came a time when such a male was the alpha. He tried to force himself upon her behind his mate's back after he realized she did not bear pups after breeding seasons... and he banished her, claiming to his mate that it was he that had refused her advances.
So again she travels alone, seeking pleasure whenever she can find a lone male seeking the same... but never allowing it longer than a night. Too much time with a male had ended wrongly enough times for her to realize they would all turn on her eventually. The cold bitterness of loneliness does nip at her ankles from time to time, but until she can find a group who does not look down on her for not being able to procreate, or think they own her after a few couplings... she prefers to be alone.
The pack was a small one, as such things had to be in the deserts of Iran for survival. Eskandar was the king and he loved his mate, Mehregan, dearly... but he had the affliction of wandering eyes and the inability to control his lust for other females. One in particular, was the simple-minded Atifeh who had been believed to be unable to conceive pups, which made her the perfect candidate in the eyes of a lustful king for his wrong-doings. For all the rumors that floated in the desert breeze, the brute had not once coupled with his mistress during the breeding season to avoid the risk. However, Atifeh wanted the king for a night... and she knew his queen would not be a willing one after a full day of their coupling and she also knew the king had an insatiable thirst for feeling a body beneath him. When Mehregan had gone to sleep for the night and Atifah knew Eskandar would be seeking release once more before sleeping, the female presented herself to him in all her glory. With the scents of sex still heavy in his nostrils, the king took his mistress for a single night in the breeding season, praying to the Gods he had not believed in since he was a child that no trace of their heated night would present itself.
To the king's dismay, Atifah gave birth just three nights after his own mate did. She had a single pup, a spitting image of her mother, and named her Jahanna. Eskandar declared the pup a bastard child, sentenced to serve the pack alongside her mother for the crimes of mating without the Alpha pair's consent. Atifah, however... had other plans. She did not wish for her only daughter to live a life of servitude. Once Jahanna had reached 3 months of age, Atifah begged her brother Akhtar to take Jahanna far from the cursed place that she called home. Akhtar agreed and stole away with the young pup one summer night, running as fast as he could while carrying the small Jahanna. Once he had gotten a few miles away from the pack's borders, the brute searched for another wolf to leave her with, as he had no intentions of raising his sister's child. Upon finding a lone female with a young male pup who seemed to be about Jahanna's age, he left her there and returned to the pack, stopping only to kill an unfortunate hare and bloody his paws and maw... an alibi for when the king question Atifah on the whereabouts of her daughter.
Jahanna was indeed raised by the lone wolf, Kurian, alongside Rustam as if they were both Kurian's own. Kurian even took into consideration the possible danger the pup was in and renamed her Eztli, and moved further away from the lands where she had first been gifted the young pup. The lone female taught both pups in the way of the hunt, as well as fighting... being an exiled warrior of a once powerful pack, she knew more than enough to make sure both pups were proficient fighters when they became adults. And as chance would have it, once they reached a certain age... what had once been sibling rivalry, became passion. The two knew there was no blood tying them, and upon reaching sexual maturity they let curiosity take over, Eztli came to find she could not get enough of the pleasure their lustful actions brought. Kurian let them have their fun... looking forward to the idea of new pups coming after the breeding season... however, the season came and went... and for all the coupling Rustam and Eztli did, no pups were formed in the young wolf's womb. When another season came and went with the same results, Kurian knew without a doubt that Eztli would never bear pups... and something broke in the once sweet and docile female. Eztli stole away in the middle of the night, unable to bear the shame any longer of not being able to bless their little family with new life.
For months she traveled alone, even across a new continent (Africa) that her kind had never seen, until she was captured by humans. The memory was brief in her mind, as everything had gone dark shortly after trying to escape their trap...and the next thing she remembered was waking up on the shores of Anikira. At two years old, the young wolf tried to join the first pack she came across... they were welcoming at first, and she enjoyed her time there... as did a few of the males in the pack. Having been alone for so long, Eztli decided to catch up on one of the things she had enjoyed most in her old life and mated with any male that would take her. Her lust was insatiable, and luckily there was always a male willing to oblige. She even got to the point that she became choosy with her lusts, leaving marks on any that tried to make advances when she did not want them... and unfortunately, there came a time when such a male was the alpha. He tried to force himself upon her behind his mate's back after he realized she did not bear pups after breeding seasons... and he banished her, claiming to his mate that it was he that had refused her advances.
So again she travels alone, seeking pleasure whenever she can find a lone male seeking the same... but never allowing it longer than a night. Too much time with a male had ended wrongly enough times for her to realize they would all turn on her eventually. The cold bitterness of loneliness does nip at her ankles from time to time, but until she can find a group who does not look down on her for not being able to procreate, or think they own her after a few couplings... she prefers to be alone.
Personality:
Eztli was groomed to be the kind to blaze her own trails, to never depend on anyone but herself... but to remain loyal to those she forms her bonds with. The female is not one to beat around the bush or filter herself, rather always saying the first thing that comes to mind. Sharp with her tongue just as she is with her brain, she speaks however she wants (often with a lot of what would be considered fowl language), she is not one to second-guess herself and rather pushes through anything and everything she sets her mind to. Stubborn as a mule, the young female does not change her mind easily, and when she does it is only due to something benefiting her more so than her previous thoughts would have. She knows she's a good-looker, to the point of narcissism, and therefore settles for nothing but the best for herself and what she wants; whether that's a new male's attention or the first choice cut of the kill after a hunt. She has an insatiable lust, always more than willing to go after a male, or a female if one is willing, to feel release even if only for a moment. This however, does not mean she is willing to serve just anyone... if she does not find that wolf to be worthy of her body, she will not let them take her. She has left marks on wolves trying to take her against her consent, and is not afraid to leave more regardless of the size difference between herself and said forceful male. Although the female will always put herself and her needs first, once you have her on your side and prove to her that you will not leave her, she will be forever loyal to you and defend you until her last breath if the necessity ever came up.
Eztli was groomed to be the kind to blaze her own trails, to never depend on anyone but herself... but to remain loyal to those she forms her bonds with. The female is not one to beat around the bush or filter herself, rather always saying the first thing that comes to mind. Sharp with her tongue just as she is with her brain, she speaks however she wants (often with a lot of what would be considered fowl language), she is not one to second-guess herself and rather pushes through anything and everything she sets her mind to. Stubborn as a mule, the young female does not change her mind easily, and when she does it is only due to something benefiting her more so than her previous thoughts would have. She knows she's a good-looker, to the point of narcissism, and therefore settles for nothing but the best for herself and what she wants; whether that's a new male's attention or the first choice cut of the kill after a hunt. She has an insatiable lust, always more than willing to go after a male, or a female if one is willing, to feel release even if only for a moment. This however, does not mean she is willing to serve just anyone... if she does not find that wolf to be worthy of her body, she will not let them take her. She has left marks on wolves trying to take her against her consent, and is not afraid to leave more regardless of the size difference between herself and said forceful male. Although the female will always put herself and her needs first, once you have her on your side and prove to her that you will not leave her, she will be forever loyal to you and defend you until her last breath if the necessity ever came up.
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