Post by Amaya Kanashimi on Jul 23, 2011 8:03:54 GMT -8
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AMAYA KANASHIMI
FOUR • FEMALE • WOLF • HETERO • ORIGINAL
Diamond in the Rough
And I just can't get enough
Her illusion appears to be between the ages of eighteen to twenty, and like her wolf build, she is average sized and slightly slim but not undernourished; her feminine muscles are still hidden, under her clothing, and they aren't as visible as her wolf form's. Her height is around average, being 5'5 to 5'6. The curves and flesh amount of her illusion are quite well toned, just slightly less than average due to her slimness. Her skin tone is between tan and pale, though more towards pale, and like her wolf fur, her skin seems soft and delicate. Her fingers are delicate, and her fingernails grow to about a couple of centimeters from her fingertips.
To contrast her wolf fur color, her long hair is ebony instead of alabaster, but also like her wolf fur, her hair is softly delicate. Her nose is somewhat pointed, and her lips are usually just lightly visible, and they have never been seen to be creased in the faintest hint of a smile nor smirk. What you could use to almost easily tell that it's her is if you glance at her orbs, which are the same mystic gray as in her wolf form; she tends to turn her optics away from those who have noticed her wolf form's eyes, though. That same emotionless, calm expression remains upon her facial features most of the time.
Her size is pretty much the average for a feminine wolf, being 3'3, and she has a true huntress's muscles, though they are hidden under her coat and not very noticeable, within her slightly slim but not undernourished build. The slightly thick and smooth, glossy coat of hers has a pure, beautiful alabaster coloration, and if you were to run your hand through her fur, it would feel the same way it likely looks; extremely, comfortably, soft. But, underneath that soft fur of hers is a firm build, almost as of stone, making her slightly difficult to be thrown around.
Her razor-sharp weapons, those claws and incisors of hers, are a glistening, clean pallid until stained with blood. The feature that seems to stand out is her optics which are, unlike her ancestors', a mystic gray, the same as her human illusion's; they become a clear silver with enough moonlight shining into it, while in enough darkness, her orbs became a near clear ebony. Considered eerily or menacingly beautiful or not beautiful at all, she keeps that calm and expressionless look upon her facial features.
It's All a Part of Me
And that's who I am
Usually, this feminine is calm, cool, and collected, as well as more logical than instinctive. She is usually distant and quite silent, and she tends to take more of a liking of being alone rather than with anyone. Despite her usual stoned expression and actions, inside she is selfless, but not exactly one to be considered kind. She is usually fair, and she is quite intelligent, especially when it comes to defending herself, or perhaps even justifying herself. Despite her desire to remain a loner, she is a natural born leader, and she is headstrong. She usually makes split second decisions in battles or emergencies easily, and she uses her skilled judgment aplenty. She attempts to make certain that at least half of her decisions are well-judged, as well as well calculated, and she makes certain she doesn't just barge into something senselessly. She is serious most of the time, making sure that she does not fool around.
It is difficult to get past her emotionless expression mask, but when you do, there are many, many emotions and things hidden within her. Despite her being usually calm and usually silent self, she becomes somewhat paranoid whenever it comes to her past. She hides a flaw in her emotions; she tends to have mixed emotions at times. And that causes her to be hysterical, which she believes is a weak link. She is usually sorrowful and hurt on the inside, so it's not much of a surprise that she hides her emotions, although she still radiates a rather depressing atmosphere.
She prefers peace and quiet, the rain, the cold, and the darkness; thus, she dislikes unnecessary violence and arrogance, not to mention pride. Bright lights tend to agitate her, and so does the heat; she has a low tolerance for too much warmth. Her fears aren't plentiful, but even she is not fearless; death of herself is not a worry for her, but the deaths of those she cares for terrifies her. Also, although she does not admit, she is afraid of falling, whether it be in love or from a great height.
It's Time to Fly
And let's just say goodbye
When she was born by a silver mother and a light gray father on a snowy night of the new moon, she was the younger of the litter, and she was almost pure alabaster, since the blood from her birth still stained her fur a light pink. What was shocking was that, once they had cleaned her up, she was a near pallid color, with only a minuscule tint of silver within her fur. But in only two nights, her fur had lightened to complete white, yet her brother's light silver fur had darkened to a legitimate silver when he was born, a year earlier.
As she began to rapidly grow, they began to train her even harder. She caught on extremely swiftly, but she never seemed to be happy nor smile. They feared she was a sociopath, for her brother was much stronger but also much more emotional wolf. His parents loved him more, and they knew how to treat him. Amaya was a mystery to them, thus she felt more of an outcast then anything, to her own family.
Hardly a year passed - and Senshi found them. Protecting her, Kiba and Shinji - her brother and mother respectively - led her away from the den as Kiryoku - her father - fought Senshi. But before they could get through the territory and out of the vicinity, her uncle's rogue group surrounded them, blocking off all escape routes. Kiba took Amaya and ran, leaving Shinji to fend them off, slow them down. They ran into Chii, Senshi's mate - and she warily but kindly offered them an escape. As much as they didn't want to trust her, they had no choice; she was their only chance. And it turned out, she meant it when she said she would help them get away. They survived.
Weeks went by, and news arrived that her parents did not survive. But Senshi did. And along with the news, he arrived as well. Heartbroken and in rage from losing his rogue pack after the fire, since humans had set fire to it when they heard the wolves' battle cries, he was in no mood to be merciful. Even to Chii. Kiba and Chii trusted Amaya to be safe on her own, although she had no idea why they wanted to protect her. Was it because she was the youngest? Probably so.
Despite fear and pain, she moved on, growing stronger and fiercer as life threw her many obstacles. Silence, logic, intelligence, skill, and many other things became key to her survival, and she was an ultimate survivor when the small forest she was residing in, after her escape, was set aflame from hunters. As revenge for her slaughtered family, she took down two hunters and a dog in that fire, not caring if they were the ones responsible for the first fire or not.
As she moved on, those orbs of hers contained a cold flame, but it soon grew hidden as she decided that emotions were weakness. With a sharp mind and dazzling skills, she managed to develop into an extremely powerful feminine; of course, she always hid her born leader skills, especially since she saw that they weren't required. She was alone.
Once, a human had gained her trust. He had taken care of her after a battle with a group of bears, nearly tamed her after rescuing her and nourishing her back to health, but she refused to forget her wilderness instincts; she would never be tamed. They traveled together for a bit, but she had always felt that she couldn't trust humans. And after a while, she was proved correct. One night, she heard a sharp click, and glanced up from her doze. He was aiming a gun at her forehead, the barrel almost shoved into her face. Immediately, she lunged to the side, receiving a gunshot to the shoulder, but nothing more as she lunged at him.
A yowl echoed that night. Not from her, but from the human. And it frightened the crows away as his gurgling began. Before his gurgling ceased, the pallid huntress was walking off, forcing her limp to be as concealed as possible. She then began on as a loner again - just with the experience that humans were fickle and that they would betray anyone - and still, she was faced with the facts of her fate.
It was when the world grew worse that she faced the facts; she was alone, and no matter where she went, she would never find peace. She would never see her family, nor those she once knew. She would never find a pack, nor anyone to care for.
She would protect the wolves she believed were worthy, which caused a major blow to her whenever she failed to save a few every once in a while, and she would allow the hunters who escaped her wrath to escape. But when it came to mutts, she wasn't very merciful. As for the ones who teamed up on her, she managed to escape and recover fully each time.
Once, she met a wolf who claimed to know what happened the night she escaped; he claimed to be Shugo, one of Senshi's men. Conveniently, he left out that he was her father's traitor. Chii was killed, and Kiba had disappeared, although chances were he did not survive. Grief-stricken but strong, Amaya stood her ground, demanding he tell her exactly how he found her. He said he had been following her, after escaping Senshi's wrath, hoping to tutor her on survival. Reluctantly, she accepted, but under his wing, she flourished. Although she was well capable of taking care of herself, she learned much more from him. She felt as if she had found what was missing in her life. Someone to love.
She didn't love him as a mate; more as a father. But Shugo loved her less as a father and more as a true lover. And in his confession, he attempted to rape her - only for her to narrowly escape. Injuring him, leaving him on the brink of death, she departed and never saw him again.
A month or so passed, and she ran into a large black wolf, with a silver side of his face. Although they weren't on any terms whatsoever, they fought hunters together in their meeting, barely managing to survive. The only reason she remembers him now is from how he allowed her to lean on him as they made their way away from immediate danger. He had, in a way, saved her, as she had, in a way, saved him. But she never saw him again either. [not yet teehee~] More time passed. And she ran into two large black faes. She could not recall their names, but one had scars over green eyes, the other scars on both shoulders. They were fighting, but then an intruder arrived, and she recalls nearly dying in the fray. She awoke to them mourning, but did not stay for further connections.
After all, she wanted to stay alone. To remain the lone wolf she always was.
Although she nearly ate those words when she ran across a litter of three helpless wolf-Siberian-Huskies. They were so tiny, so helpless. Almost newborn; just opened their eyes. And despite her bitterness, she couldn't leave them. So she took them in, cared for them. It turned out, despite herself, she was a fairly decent mother. Or mother figure at least. Months passed, and they thrived. They were eventually able to watch over themselves. However, her hunting had been limited. She was beginning to starve.
So she went out on her own, promising to be back as soon as she got a kill for herself; their own food was already there for them to enjoy. But when she returned, a large rabbit dangling, she froze. Blood. Everywhere. Canine blood. And everything was quiet. Her heart plummeted, but she still hopelessly went into the den, hoping that some miracle had occurred.
There was no miracle.
The pups were torn apart by mutts, their stench stinking up the entire den. And the all too familiar smell of gunpowder. Humans. They had no heart, did they? Her last string snapping, she called out, howling until she could breathe no more. And then she collapsed, staining herself in death. In massacre. Soon, however, she knew she had to move on. She had to find Kiba; to reunite. She had to find Shugo, and Senshi; to end them. And that was all that kept her hanging on.
Picking up her pieces and her strength, she ventured back out into the wilderness. Back out into her life. Once again, alone.
Your Voice is so Soft
Speak up so they can know you
Not needed, I believe?
Peel the Mask Off
Just who are you anyway?
RPr name: Amaya!
age: fifteen, almost sixteen!
you got something to share: uhh. i are tiny tiny and chinky chinky.
where you found our site: followed everyone from FP, =3
other characters: Haruka Suoh
anything else: nadda.
thanks to kae for this amazing template
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