Post by Dracowulf on Mar 12, 2006 20:47:04 GMT -5
Name: Nyre
Rank: Alpha Fae of the Demon Wulf Tribe
Species: Dracowulf
Gender: Female
Mate: None yet, sort of looking
Light or Dark (Angel or Demon): Dark, Demon
Jewelery (if any): Crescent moonstone from left ear
Markings/Colors: Pitch black fur, red eyes with sapphire virtical pupils, red batlike wings, crimson tail diamond that can open and close to reveal a center diamond and two side daggers that move like scissors.
Overall appearance: She is wulvan in nature, with two six inch sabres instead of short fangs. She has tiger like claws on all four paws that are obsidian black and retractable.
Powers:
- Mist: she can disappear into "mist", invisible and untouchable, able to pass through anything.
- Soul reading and warfare: She can look into the eyes of any creature and see their soul - destroying a weak soul is easy, and she can start a battle with a stronger one.
- Healing: She can heal any wound - external with a touch of her paw, a lick, or contact of her blood with the injured's. She can heal internal wounds by lying down next to the wounded for a time.
- Fire: Nyre can breathe fire, just like the dragons she is related to.
- Nyre can control systems of her body - such as respiration, sweating, circulation, reproduction, and nervous systems with no harm to herself.
- Size: typically, Nyre is bigger than the typical war horse, but she can become bigger whenever she likes.
History (if needed):
The following is a poem, by me, describing Nyre's history.
I was born one fateful night -
A night of fear and fright.
The noise was pounding - ever resounding,
On that fateful night of dawning.
The dawn of one life - the set of many others:
Sons, daughters, mothers, fathers.
They took them all - those demons with wings -
And left the young, to be killed by terrible things.
Blind and helpless in the feild of red,
Our parents lay bleeding, dieing and dead.
Our tiny winged bodies shivered and trembled,
And toward me, strangely, the others assembled.
Time passed slowly that night of dread,
And slowly we opened the eyes in our head.
They all looked to me, to lead them all
The strong and the weak, the large and the small.
There numbered among us twelve in our midst,
Those who escaped the demonwulves' fist.
Up stepped a friend, born moments before I -
He showed bravery even greater than mine.
He looked to me assuringly as we went out -
He and I leading the others about.
These children of angel and demonwulf alike,
From my friend Sirhc, to Akita, and Spike.
The mass of pups ran through the night,
Pushing onward with all of their might.
Sirhc and I - we led them all
Watching them flail and stopping their fall.
By the time the bright blinding dawn came,
None of us were ever going to be the same.
We gazed at ourselves - able to truly see at last.
Some looked at me - and then looked agast.
I looked like the demons - those wulven from hell,
The kind from last night - we all knew too well.
The rest were all angels - wulves of feathered wing.
But each of mine were of the batlike wing.
They stared in wonder - and nearly thought better of me
As Sirhc stepped forward, saying "She is still she".
I thanked him and hid, from the others in fear
For not ready was I, to look like this so near.
The demonwulves had killed our families dead,
And now things had swam in that space in my head.
Why was I half demon half angel? I was still wulf, no matter the kind -
I could only hope, that the others were like in mind.
Time went on, the pups turned to teens - they look to angel and demon alike.
From Akita to Sirhc, and even Spike.
We roam the earth, searching for revenge
To find those demons, and our parents avenge.
Sirhc and I still run, side by side.
From the morning, to the eventide.
I look like dragon, look like wulf to be true,
And Sirhc defends me with "what if it were you?"
The others don't trust me - they see me as a threat.
I know they say "She's a demon I bet".
I carry the burden of the wings of the dead,
And have the body of the wulf memories in my head.
We searched for those murderers who hunted at night -
The others questioning me when I hunt in the same light.
What can I say - or do even now?
If you know how to chage - tell me how!
They look on me with scorn,
Though I mean only demons harm.
They see not a friend, but dracowulf before their eyes.
They see me take flight, and warily watch the skies.
The only friend I have has always stayed near,
Sirhc is the the best and only friend here.
So I stay quiet and try to lay low
Finding that the others like it so.
Then there was the night we found them
The demons in the forest - then,
We all attacked and tore
Flesh from bone - to the core.
Of us all, who wrent the most gore?
It was I - taking out more anger than ever before.
I had leapt - my white fur shimmering in the light,
And sunk my fangs deep in the flesh that night.
The seemingly frail bodies of those demon feinds
Had more power than most it seems.
But I had torn and wrent the masses
Killing fifteen - each in one or less passes.
Their crimson blood soaked my coat,
And when it was finished, the otheres came to gloat.
The bodies lie dismembered and torn,
Some barely able to tell their old form.
My sapphire eyes looked down at the flow,
Most of the carnege caused by me I know.
They looked at me strangely as if I were stone,
I looked at them, and knew what they had already known.
Sirhc tried to stop me - to halt my flee.
But it was no use - he could only chase me.
My wings carried me far, far from that place -
Where they had seen me - I feared my true face.
I wanted not to become like those beasts,
Who wallowed in blood and disrespected their feasts.
It seemed unstoppable - this change that occured.
It happened silently, without a word.
I could hear Sirhc calling, trying to halt it.
But I, at the time, could not make it fit.
The crimson blood dried black,
The color seeming to bleed, covering my back.
Before long I was as you may see me now -
The blackest void of black you will ever know.
My eyes are stained red - the red of that blood -
As if it still flowed down from them like a flood.
Sirhc could not stop it - it was not his to cease.
My dracoinc body is now the true beast.
I have sabres and claws like the tiger - black.
And still to dragonlike wings on my back.
My tail is tipped by a diamond of red -
It opens and closes - rending off any head.
My ruby wings seem dipped in liquid blood -
The blood that had coated me in a flood.
Sirhc still searches - and tries to find me
But if he comes, a new wulf he will see.
For now I am both - dragon am I.
Now I own earth, and I own sky.
Borne of the demon, borne of the angel, all the best -
Now I am dracowulf - high above all the rest.
My heart has been blackened and stained,
Just like the black bodies I had maimed.
The transformation is done -
None can reverse it, not one.
I live now in shadow, where others dare hide -
Until they see me, in the place I reside.
My sabre fangs - long below my jaw,
Murder and kill all that enters my maw.
My body is lean and muscle only there -
Fed by blood and flesh and hair.
I am not demon nor angel alike -
I am the sort that no one dare like.
I am the dragon and the wulf now in one,
A creature that hates the light of the sun.
I am that creature that haunts you in dreams -
Then hides in the forest - behind you, it seems.
My breath is of fire, my teeth strong as diamonds sharp -
Yet my voice is entrancing, a musical harp.
Heed it and beware of the creatures that hide,
Or it may be me that peirces your side.
With a leap and a howl my sabres will sink,
Into your neck, with you no time to think.
Your death will be slow - You ghasping and choking for breath and life.
I will be the one to begin your strife.
You'll lie there bleeding and dying in vain,
For to me, your life to the grass' is the same.
You are worth nothing to this creature of night,
I relish in your pain and feed on your fright.
The wounds in your neck will leak out your life, slowly, so slowly...
Pooling on the ground before me.
Your life force drained, your heart thumping in fear -
Only serve to make your death more painful and near.
All you can do is look up and stare,
At the face of the wulf that is floating there.
As your life force leaves you, your heart barely beating,
I watch as your chest slows with your last breathing.
I wait for that moment, just before death,
To plunge in my fangs, and steal your last breath.
You will feel that last great indescribable pain -
As I tear out your heart as it beats last in vain.
Hold it above you I will -
And crush it before you as your life is barely with you still.
And thus you will die, your life stolen by me.
For my sake, your soul will not be free.
You will be left with the pain I left you -
Staring at the heart that was torn out of you.
I shall rend from your lifeless strewn form
The sustanance I require from the lastly forlorn.
Your death was in vain - no purpose did it serve.
No honor no glory is yours to deserve.
Your soul will stay in torment and pain,
The hopeless fear and remorse shall remain.
The pain of the heart that still beated within you,
Torn from your breast - and your last breath stolen from you.
That breath of yours is now mine - your soul do I own,
As you should have well known.
By taking your heart while it still beated,
And my taking your breath, you are defeated.
Your soul, your breath, both belong to me.
Too bad for you - you did not see.
So as you die, and watch your own heart beat its last -
Your mind will not dwell on the past.
You will only see the horror of the sight before you,
And the terror at the knowing that your last breath does not belong to you.
I stole it from your breast, it belongs to me.
Along with the others who did not see.
Death is my handywork, Fear my device.
You see this only now, with your pathetic heart in a vise.
I crush it with gusto, the blood flowing down,
Thus renewing my thurst, lust, and renown.
So if you dare hear my voice echo to your ear,
Be so kind as to heighten your fear.
Expect to die presently, and see your own heart beat it's last,
And your breath be stolen, as you live your last.
Personality: She can have a quick temper, and a swifter reaction. She is the best in battle, nearly indestructable. She is wise, strong, powerful - and she knows it. Nyre is honorable, wise, cunning, and loyal to those she needs to be. However, she is in no way timid when it comes to asserting her dominance over someone when she feels it is necesary. She is a quick wit and always ready with a comeback. She has never really thought about matehood, but doesn't mind the idea. But she won't settle for just anyone.
Rank: Alpha Fae of the Demon Wulf Tribe
Species: Dracowulf
Gender: Female
Mate: None yet, sort of looking
Light or Dark (Angel or Demon): Dark, Demon
Jewelery (if any): Crescent moonstone from left ear
Markings/Colors: Pitch black fur, red eyes with sapphire virtical pupils, red batlike wings, crimson tail diamond that can open and close to reveal a center diamond and two side daggers that move like scissors.
Overall appearance: She is wulvan in nature, with two six inch sabres instead of short fangs. She has tiger like claws on all four paws that are obsidian black and retractable.
Powers:
- Mist: she can disappear into "mist", invisible and untouchable, able to pass through anything.
- Soul reading and warfare: She can look into the eyes of any creature and see their soul - destroying a weak soul is easy, and she can start a battle with a stronger one.
- Healing: She can heal any wound - external with a touch of her paw, a lick, or contact of her blood with the injured's. She can heal internal wounds by lying down next to the wounded for a time.
- Fire: Nyre can breathe fire, just like the dragons she is related to.
- Nyre can control systems of her body - such as respiration, sweating, circulation, reproduction, and nervous systems with no harm to herself.
- Size: typically, Nyre is bigger than the typical war horse, but she can become bigger whenever she likes.
History (if needed):
The following is a poem, by me, describing Nyre's history.
I was born one fateful night -
A night of fear and fright.
The noise was pounding - ever resounding,
On that fateful night of dawning.
The dawn of one life - the set of many others:
Sons, daughters, mothers, fathers.
They took them all - those demons with wings -
And left the young, to be killed by terrible things.
Blind and helpless in the feild of red,
Our parents lay bleeding, dieing and dead.
Our tiny winged bodies shivered and trembled,
And toward me, strangely, the others assembled.
Time passed slowly that night of dread,
And slowly we opened the eyes in our head.
They all looked to me, to lead them all
The strong and the weak, the large and the small.
There numbered among us twelve in our midst,
Those who escaped the demonwulves' fist.
Up stepped a friend, born moments before I -
He showed bravery even greater than mine.
He looked to me assuringly as we went out -
He and I leading the others about.
These children of angel and demonwulf alike,
From my friend Sirhc, to Akita, and Spike.
The mass of pups ran through the night,
Pushing onward with all of their might.
Sirhc and I - we led them all
Watching them flail and stopping their fall.
By the time the bright blinding dawn came,
None of us were ever going to be the same.
We gazed at ourselves - able to truly see at last.
Some looked at me - and then looked agast.
I looked like the demons - those wulven from hell,
The kind from last night - we all knew too well.
The rest were all angels - wulves of feathered wing.
But each of mine were of the batlike wing.
They stared in wonder - and nearly thought better of me
As Sirhc stepped forward, saying "She is still she".
I thanked him and hid, from the others in fear
For not ready was I, to look like this so near.
The demonwulves had killed our families dead,
And now things had swam in that space in my head.
Why was I half demon half angel? I was still wulf, no matter the kind -
I could only hope, that the others were like in mind.
Time went on, the pups turned to teens - they look to angel and demon alike.
From Akita to Sirhc, and even Spike.
We roam the earth, searching for revenge
To find those demons, and our parents avenge.
Sirhc and I still run, side by side.
From the morning, to the eventide.
I look like dragon, look like wulf to be true,
And Sirhc defends me with "what if it were you?"
The others don't trust me - they see me as a threat.
I know they say "She's a demon I bet".
I carry the burden of the wings of the dead,
And have the body of the wulf memories in my head.
We searched for those murderers who hunted at night -
The others questioning me when I hunt in the same light.
What can I say - or do even now?
If you know how to chage - tell me how!
They look on me with scorn,
Though I mean only demons harm.
They see not a friend, but dracowulf before their eyes.
They see me take flight, and warily watch the skies.
The only friend I have has always stayed near,
Sirhc is the the best and only friend here.
So I stay quiet and try to lay low
Finding that the others like it so.
Then there was the night we found them
The demons in the forest - then,
We all attacked and tore
Flesh from bone - to the core.
Of us all, who wrent the most gore?
It was I - taking out more anger than ever before.
I had leapt - my white fur shimmering in the light,
And sunk my fangs deep in the flesh that night.
The seemingly frail bodies of those demon feinds
Had more power than most it seems.
But I had torn and wrent the masses
Killing fifteen - each in one or less passes.
Their crimson blood soaked my coat,
And when it was finished, the otheres came to gloat.
The bodies lie dismembered and torn,
Some barely able to tell their old form.
My sapphire eyes looked down at the flow,
Most of the carnege caused by me I know.
They looked at me strangely as if I were stone,
I looked at them, and knew what they had already known.
Sirhc tried to stop me - to halt my flee.
But it was no use - he could only chase me.
My wings carried me far, far from that place -
Where they had seen me - I feared my true face.
I wanted not to become like those beasts,
Who wallowed in blood and disrespected their feasts.
It seemed unstoppable - this change that occured.
It happened silently, without a word.
I could hear Sirhc calling, trying to halt it.
But I, at the time, could not make it fit.
The crimson blood dried black,
The color seeming to bleed, covering my back.
Before long I was as you may see me now -
The blackest void of black you will ever know.
My eyes are stained red - the red of that blood -
As if it still flowed down from them like a flood.
Sirhc could not stop it - it was not his to cease.
My dracoinc body is now the true beast.
I have sabres and claws like the tiger - black.
And still to dragonlike wings on my back.
My tail is tipped by a diamond of red -
It opens and closes - rending off any head.
My ruby wings seem dipped in liquid blood -
The blood that had coated me in a flood.
Sirhc still searches - and tries to find me
But if he comes, a new wulf he will see.
For now I am both - dragon am I.
Now I own earth, and I own sky.
Borne of the demon, borne of the angel, all the best -
Now I am dracowulf - high above all the rest.
My heart has been blackened and stained,
Just like the black bodies I had maimed.
The transformation is done -
None can reverse it, not one.
I live now in shadow, where others dare hide -
Until they see me, in the place I reside.
My sabre fangs - long below my jaw,
Murder and kill all that enters my maw.
My body is lean and muscle only there -
Fed by blood and flesh and hair.
I am not demon nor angel alike -
I am the sort that no one dare like.
I am the dragon and the wulf now in one,
A creature that hates the light of the sun.
I am that creature that haunts you in dreams -
Then hides in the forest - behind you, it seems.
My breath is of fire, my teeth strong as diamonds sharp -
Yet my voice is entrancing, a musical harp.
Heed it and beware of the creatures that hide,
Or it may be me that peirces your side.
With a leap and a howl my sabres will sink,
Into your neck, with you no time to think.
Your death will be slow - You ghasping and choking for breath and life.
I will be the one to begin your strife.
You'll lie there bleeding and dying in vain,
For to me, your life to the grass' is the same.
You are worth nothing to this creature of night,
I relish in your pain and feed on your fright.
The wounds in your neck will leak out your life, slowly, so slowly...
Pooling on the ground before me.
Your life force drained, your heart thumping in fear -
Only serve to make your death more painful and near.
All you can do is look up and stare,
At the face of the wulf that is floating there.
As your life force leaves you, your heart barely beating,
I watch as your chest slows with your last breathing.
I wait for that moment, just before death,
To plunge in my fangs, and steal your last breath.
You will feel that last great indescribable pain -
As I tear out your heart as it beats last in vain.
Hold it above you I will -
And crush it before you as your life is barely with you still.
And thus you will die, your life stolen by me.
For my sake, your soul will not be free.
You will be left with the pain I left you -
Staring at the heart that was torn out of you.
I shall rend from your lifeless strewn form
The sustanance I require from the lastly forlorn.
Your death was in vain - no purpose did it serve.
No honor no glory is yours to deserve.
Your soul will stay in torment and pain,
The hopeless fear and remorse shall remain.
The pain of the heart that still beated within you,
Torn from your breast - and your last breath stolen from you.
That breath of yours is now mine - your soul do I own,
As you should have well known.
By taking your heart while it still beated,
And my taking your breath, you are defeated.
Your soul, your breath, both belong to me.
Too bad for you - you did not see.
So as you die, and watch your own heart beat its last -
Your mind will not dwell on the past.
You will only see the horror of the sight before you,
And the terror at the knowing that your last breath does not belong to you.
I stole it from your breast, it belongs to me.
Along with the others who did not see.
Death is my handywork, Fear my device.
You see this only now, with your pathetic heart in a vise.
I crush it with gusto, the blood flowing down,
Thus renewing my thurst, lust, and renown.
So if you dare hear my voice echo to your ear,
Be so kind as to heighten your fear.
Expect to die presently, and see your own heart beat it's last,
And your breath be stolen, as you live your last.
Personality: She can have a quick temper, and a swifter reaction. She is the best in battle, nearly indestructable. She is wise, strong, powerful - and she knows it. Nyre is honorable, wise, cunning, and loyal to those she needs to be. However, she is in no way timid when it comes to asserting her dominance over someone when she feels it is necesary. She is a quick wit and always ready with a comeback. She has never really thought about matehood, but doesn't mind the idea. But she won't settle for just anyone.
