Post by ♚ m a x . on Nov 4, 2010 0:59:41 GMT -5
[/i][/size] ¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯[/right]Incatasi *
NAME *; Incatasi Caldetha. Her first name is made up of two names: Inca and Tasi.
RANK *; An outcast - formerly of the Aenea pack.
PACK *; None. She wanders alone - most of the time.
GENDER *; Female.
AGE *; Seven years. Birthdate; August 15th.
KIN *; Her mother's name was Belraeth; her father was Vennan. She was born an only child.
MATE *; Incatasi has forbidden herself from ever picking a mate. If she ever does, it must be only because it would help her in her mission.
ORIENTATION *; Incatasi originally loved only males, although after her mate's betrayal and lack of contact with others, she is unsure of which gender she prefers. Females are kind, compassionate, understanding; males are powerful, protective, and loving. Although she isn't truly sure, Incatasi is seemingly bisexual.
Appearance *
[/i][/size] ¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯[/right]Incatasi is no powerful wolf. Her thin, ragged body is not very muscular. The only real muscles on her body are on her legs, haunches, and shoulders. Her tall legs allow her great strides, and she can run at an exceptional pace. Scars hide under the covering of messy fur on her body. Scars from old battles, training, hardships of her life . . . And every scar on her flesh is a lashing of her memory.
Incatasi, although getting greater in years, is no ugly wolf. Though a bit beaten and rugged, she has a nicely-built frame. Her face is long and narrow. Two eyes, like chips of ice and the color of the water’s current, bejewel the areas above her fine muzzle. On her left ear rests a small earring and her tail is covered in a series of tail-rings.
Although she may resemble a fox, Incatasi is one-hundred percent wolf. She still has the strength and size of an average wolf. Her tail is nowhere near the wonderful beauty of a fox’s, yet it is still bushy and long. Glossy red fur makes up most of her pelt; white splotches patch her ears, chest, and tail-tip. Orange fades to dark brown on her legs and snout. Resting elegantly on each of her shoulders, sides, and haunches are clear blue markings that make her distinct from all other wolves.
Hidden away from the world, in a pure-blue pool of water near the forest where the Vael pack lives, are her two treasures. No one ever bothers to look in her pool, her home. This small, pond-like body of water is what she calls the Kismet, her pool of fate. But the magic is not the Kismet, but what resides within it itself. Two koi fish – seemingly normal at first, but priceless to Incatasi. They swim in perfect harmony, keeping each other in balance. If the current falters or the water grows too strong, they become each others’ balance. These fish are named Inca and Tasi, the very origins of her name. Together, these fish allow Incatasi access to the balance of the world. Yet she dares not tinker with them; even the tiniest little push could ruin everything. Instead, she acts as a guardian to the fish, watching over them eternally. And in return, they grant her access to see things in the Kismet – see far and wide, miles away from where she is.
Personality *
[/i][/size] ¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯[/right]Incatasi is often a quite, resigned wolf. She is very doubtful and rarely trusts anyone but herself. If another wolf dares to enter her territory, she will attack without hesitation. Although she doesn’t favor spilling blood, she’ll do whatever it takes to rid of intruders – she does not like strangers.
The only time she will speak is when spoken to. She keeps her emotions to herself, and often looks at others with sharp, emotionless eyes. Because she has been living in solitude for so long, she is unattributed to socialization and outside contact. In this, she is fairly barbaric. Be careful, for she tends to aim curses and harsh language toward anyone or anything that bothers her.
However, Incatasi can be kind. Though she hates to admit it, she has always favored the Aenea pack, despite their cruel ways. She almost misses her old pack (however, she finds the life of solitude much easier to manage). If she catches a whiff of Aenea on any wolf, she’ll most likely be more favorable toward them, unless it was a wolf that she had a bad relationship with. Rarely does she make friends, but she is caring towards anyone she likes. She can keep a secret and support a friend’s back very well.
Incatasi does have a power. Her two fish allies, sort of half-gods, give her their powers in return for her protection. When necessary, Inca and Tasi will allow Incatasi to gaze into the Kismet and see things miles away. Yet she can only see – she cannot smell or hear anything from the Kismet. Although she can’t understand what other wolves say entirely, the power is very useful. For days she will sit at the edge of the Kismet, staring at current events. If there is a murder going on, she does not step in; if there is tragedy, she will only joke to herself about it. She has a power, but she herself is no goddess. She cannot change what goes on in the world around her unless she is there.
History *
[/i][/size] ¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯[/right]Hurt gleamed in the eyes of Incatasi as she gazed at what she loved . . . or what she had thought she loved. “You’re lying, Baelrath . . . I thought we were mates. I thought you loved me. Why are you framing me?” She spoke to her former mate. The handsome almond-brown male stepped forward, bright yellow eyes gleaming with spite. “Don’t lie, Incatasi. All the facts are there – your paw prints, fur, and even one of your tail rings!” He spat at her. “How can it be that you didn’t kill Tanver . . . Tanver, our son. I loved him, you know!”
Fierce growls of agreement met his words. Incatasi glowered, realizing for once was was going on. Sympathetic glances were sent toward Baelrath, but all that she saw from him was evil. Evil and lies. Tears formed in her eyes, but she tried to hold them back. She needed to be strong. Her voice lowered to a rough whisper. “You may have your way for now, Baelrath. Although I do not know your reasons, I will leave. But believe me . . . I will kill you for what you have done.” She smiled as he winced from the bloodlust in her eyes and the sadistic way her voice echoed through his ears, but he quickly regained his composure.
“Get out of here, traitor,” he snarled.
Incatasi bared her fangs but turned. It was time to leave. Her packmates did not know the truth, yet she did not care. The only thing she wanted now was revenge.
Sweet. Bloody. Revenge.
Incatasi’s eyes gleamed blue from the light of the Kismet. She peered eagerly into the bright blue waters. Inca and Tasi swam in circles, intertwining to create an image. She felt worry and sympathy from them; she knew they did not approve of this, but she needed to do it.
“There he is!” Incatasi cried triumphantly. In the swirling pool reflected a moving image of Baelrath. He was alone. Now’s the time. I must do it. For Tanver! She thought. The female nodded to Inca and Tasi, and before they could do anything, she was off. Her paws suddenly lent her amazing grace, speed, and stealth. As soon as she reached the forest clearing where she expected Baelrath to be, she hung to the trees, melting in with the deep shadows. Soon, the sound of pawsteps reached her ears.
Baelrath never expected her assault. She tackled into him, using all her strength to pin down the powerful male. His eyes swirled with confusion. “In . . . catasi?” Suddenly anger entered them. He tried to push her off, but she dug her hind claws into the ground. Incatasi was so boiled with anger and anticipation that she wanted to kill him then and there.
“Isn’t this a coincidence?” She snarled. “Us, together . . . alone, in a clearing. This reminds me of a scene, so long ago . . .” Baelrath growled. “You’re wasting your time,” he snapped. Her brow rose. “Scared, are you?” Her snout bent closer to his, until their noses were touching. “Good. You should be. Because I was so scared when you assaulted me and made me yours. I never wanted to, but then Tanver came into my life. He was the only good thing related to me. And you . . . you destroyed him. You killed him. Oh, my poor, precious Tanver!” Tears ran down her cheeks, yet satisfaction glimmered in her eyes.
“And then I found his body. It was bloody, broken, defenseless. You attacked me, threw clumps of fur in the bushes, spread my blood around his body and put his blood onto my claws. You took off my tailring and threw it in the mud. All because you needed someone to blame for your stupid, greedy acts. But now, that tailring won’t be the only thing in the mud . . . next it’ll be your head!”
Baelrath stood no chance against Incatasi’s wrath. She had him pinned, like a bug caught in a spider’s web. The last thing he saw was the flash of her white teeth being stained with red and heard her content laughter. “TAKE THIS, YOU SON OF A BITCH!” She bit down and tore. It was over. The monster was gone.
Incatasi stood back and turned, not looking back. Blood stained the grass as she traveled back to her den; her legs trembled with the weight of what she had done. But soon the blood stains washed off, and the body was eaten by the worms, just like her memory; though the haunting scent still lingers, everything was thrown into the mud for the time being.
likes.
- staring into the Kismet
- power
- red or orange
- cursing
- eating mice
- Aenea
- being alone
- knowledge
dislikes.
- strangers
- mates
- intruders
- birds of prey (they hunt fish)
- eating fish
- purple
- socialization
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