Calosea Atrayu

[Calosea Atrayu]

"I have wondered bout you, where will you be, when this is through? If all goes as planned, will you redeem, my life again?"
Faunts - M4 Part 2

birth name~ Calosea Atrayu
alias~ Cal
age && date of birth~ 1 year (appears 9 as human) | May 6
gender~ Female
sexuality~ Developing, but still too young.
species~ Gray wolf
rank~ Loner
canon~ No

hair color~ Fur: Gray with white, red, dark grey. Hair: Dirty blonde
eye color~ Emerald
height~ Wolf: 21.5 inches at shoulders | Human: 54 inches
weight~ Wolf: 100 lbs. | Human: 80 lbs.
physical flaws~ Long, straight scar across back
Appearance~ Main fur color is gray, but with areas of white, very dark gray, and even brown. Two white spots adorn the area just above her eyes, while on her back, there is a conflagration of all the colors. Also along her back runs a massive scar that was acquired by escaping a human war zone in an unorthodox way. As a human, she appears to be nothing more than a little girl, with blonde hair and a fair complexion. The scar is present on the human form, but covered by an orange shirt with some blue jeans and red shoes with black socks. The hair is in no definitive style, but is allowed to go all over the place as it wants. Her hands appear to be slender and very delicate. With a skinny body, she walks lightly upon the earth, as if it is a delicate flower itself.

likes~

• Friends
  
• Playing
  
• Honesty
  
• Snow
  
• Strawberries
  
• Swimming
  

dislikes~

• Fire/ heat
  
• Humans
  
• Open areas
  
• Being alone
  
• Sitting still
  
• Machines
  

weaknesses~

• Is not yet fully grown
  
• Pacifist
  
• Incapable of living alone for very long
  

strengths~

• Very physically active
  
• Is always happy
  
• was partially trained in combat
  

goals~

• Find truth of family's death
  
• Find a pack who will take her
  

overall personality~ She regards the world as precious, anything might die at any moment. Hurting each other is very wrong, as per the above, they could die and you would feel bad because of it forever. Treasure the natural world, it is fleeting and fragile. In regards to normal situations, however, she is generally optimistic. Nothing bad could happen. It is only to lock down the fear in her heart. Loud and obnoxious even, she may generally appear to be a normal kid, but the world made her mature a lot faster than usual. Those who observe her when she is alone know that she is really almost always sad and jumpy.

She abhors fighting, but will engage in if absolutely necessary, even though she is not yet fully grown. Meeting new people, she is incredibly suspicious and yet appears friendly. Getting her to open up is like parting a sea. She does not speak of the past unless she absolutely trusts the listener. Rather than be ecstatic and energy-filled during a full moon, she appears to be drained and lethargic. Thoroughly enjoys being in heavily wooded areas, untouched my human industry. She defers not to speak in important matters. For some reason, fresh snow lifts the shadows from her heart and lets her enjoy life as a normal pup.

home country~ Amestris
siblings~ Fresco Atrayu, Aestel Atrayu (both deceased)
father~ Gaius Atrayu (deceased)
mother~ Aveyn Atrayu (deceased)
other people of importance~ None
history~ Born into the war-like Atrayu pack, Calosea was quickly taken up to be a warrior. Almost immediately training began, to hone physical and mental features. Of course, being newly born these didn't go beyond running and very strict hide-and-seek. But in the dense forests on the mountains, you had to use everything you could to find someone hiding among the thick brush. Scents were mixed with thousands of others, tracks obliterated by the passing of less subtle animals.

One such exercise was finding Gaius, her father, amongst a sister pack with only her nose. It took nearly two days, the mountains being unspoiled by humanity and bursting with native life. Which in turn meant very large wolf packs. The massive group was ever moving and shifting across their particular mountains, so much so that Calosea was going to give up ever completing the task in a timely fashion. Gaius saw her despair, but did nothing.

An idea soon came to her. Her father would still have to eat and drink, so rather than use her nose to find him, she found the nearest ponds and hunting grounds, then constantly patrolled them. Of course, the other pack was agitated at this, because she would constantly scare away their prey, not yet being experienced in hunting. But this worked, and she passed the trial. To which she found out was her last one if she failed. They were worried she would not be able to keep up with the rest, and so it was a two-fold test. Whether she could complete it at all using her wits, and if the other pack accepted her.

This scarred Calosea deeply. How could her own pack do that? The only response was, "We have to have the best there is. We are constantly at war. We wouldn't want you dieing out there, fodder for the other packs." The irony of this, she would later know, was all too painful. But, she took it like her father wanted her to and continued to train, of a sort. But then everything changed.

Being traditional, the Atrayu pack got all of its members together on the night of the full moon to howl a lament to the fallen. One such night the lament for the fallen turned into the death wail of the soon-to-be dead. A massive human army marched straight through the mountain where the pack was camped. Now, that normally wouldn't mean anything to wolves, who could hide. But when the army was ambushed by another, all was fire. The mountain itself cried in pain as the human war took place on its surface. Every tree was set ablaze as more and more machines of war poured into the battlefield. The pack tried to run. They couldn't fight this many humans at once. But they never got away, save one.

Calosea watched with blood running down her face as the entire area was burned mercilessly. Another machine of war appeared from the smoke, nearly crushing her. She escaped death by squeezing close to the ground, barely making it under its small bottom. Not without cost, as it snagged the very bottom of her neck and ripped a long line of skin right off her back, almost to the tail. The last thing she saw before losing consciousness in a ditch was a small flying craft, hovering the battle, resplendent in the fire's glow. It held no marking she knew of, and yet knew that was the reason everyone had died.

She woke to find a gray, ashen, desolate land. Her back was still bleeding, but only a trickle. It was night again, but obviously not the same night. She coughed and tried to shake all the ash caught in her fur off, but it held on tight. The fire had raged the entire battle, the next day, and finally burnt down just before moon rise. By then, however, it had taken hold of every inch of forest on these mountains. Everyone, not only her pack, she knew, but every other pack in the area, was dead.

There was nothing but death there, so she made her way down the mountains and onto the outskirts of a tiny trading post. She didn't understand exactly what the humans meant by their wars, so she didn't exactly hate them until right up at that point. A large, tan, muscular human came from nowhere and caught her in a net. She struggled and struggled until a deep darkness descended. She was still awake, still alive, but where? A jolt made her lose her balance along with a nasty screech coming from below. She knew she was somehow moving, but she did not walk.

The darkness lasted a long, long, time when suddenly another jolt and more screeching occurred, indicating whatever she was in had stopped. A lot of light then struck her face, blinding her as she was in the dark so long, hungry and alone and afraid. She felt again the sense of being carried in a container by a human as her vision returned. When she could see, there were humans everywhere, but in the background there, were mountains. Wonderful, forested, untouched mountains. She didn't even think about the fact she had probably traveled half way across the globe, she bit hard into the net and tried clawing out too.

By the time whoever the human was that had caught her noticed, she was already mostly out and trying to run. He flailed wildly just as Calosea broke free and ran, as fast she could, in the direction of the mountains. People shouted. There were other sounds, like ice cracking. She eventually started seeing less and less humans, and now to think of it, large square things that they appeared to come in and out of. Soon enough, there were neither anymore, but flat, dusty areas and the mountains behind them. She didn't like open spaces, it reminded her too much of her home. Now burnt, arid, desolate.

It took a few days for her to climb the mountains, all the while she didn't eat, barely slept, and just kept running. The smells here were different, as were the trees. But she could smell more, because there was less to cover it up. There were other wolf scents, of that she was sure, but just nearby there was fresh meat... She walked, slowly, as her frenzied fever finally gave way to exhaustion and starvation. She could see it now, a deer carcass with half the meat left on it... and she collapsed into a bush.

main account name~ Damek
other characters~ None atm
info~ I can get a little restless sometimes, and the result is mine saying strange things. Jsyk.
roleplay sample~
Calosea sat under the tree, watching her brother and sister wrestle with each other under the watchful eye of Gaius, their father. Whenever one gave up, it would be Cal's turn. She didn't want to do anything today but play. It snowed last night, leaving a cold blanket over everything. But of course, her father wouldn't hear of it. He was too disciplined, too in the here and now, to let anything slide. It had been like that forever. It could get so tiring...

A loud yelp went out into the forest. Fresco had Aestel by the hind leg, grinning stupidly because he was trying desperately to hold her, yet not hurt her too badly. She struggled only for a moment, turning every which way in an attempt to either break free or bite back, but it was hopeless against the larger brother. She lay down, leg sticking out awkwardly. and rested her head in her paws. Fresco let go of her leg, and sat on his haunches, looking towards Calosea.

She got up, and walked over to take position in front of him. There was no official start, just when either one could gauge the other's weakness. Of course, Fresco attacked first, seeing she was ultimately distracted. They were together only briefly before Fresco gave a quick yap and disengaged. A large rake extended on his flank, having come from Calosea's desperate flailing. Fresco looked hard at his sister. They were forbidden to speak during a match, but each one knew what the other would say.

Calosea then jumped forward, startling Fresco, but ran right past him and into the woods. Gaius leaped down from his perch almost immediately and started to follow, but then stopped at the edge of the tree thicket she had run into. He knew she hated blood, spilling it herself or just seeing it. She would never make an Atrayu warrior, and her values were starting to rub off on Aestel, who was showing discontent as well. He couldn't just kick her out. Another trial would be prepared.

Calosea roamed about the woods, wondering why just because she was born of him, she had to be exactly like her father. It didn't make sense to her, and Aestel expressed her doubts as well. Only Fresco accepted it silently. But then, he wasn't the smartest guy around. Cal found a small stream and drank greedily, for the snow usually covered most water sources. A slight shiver of leaves behind her made her perch up and flip around. But it was only her mother, Aveyn. "Why do you run from your father?"

"He forces us to fight... I don't want to fight, not after hearing why we fight." Those reasons were simply glory and honor. Those meant nothing to her, life was life, why take it away just to have fame? She would understand if they were deprived of something, food, land, water. But they weren't. The pack was fighting other packs because the other packs were dieing from lack of these things, so they attacked to try and get it. The whole system made no sense.

"In time, you will learn. Its us or them." And she walked off, leaving Cal alone in the semi-twilight of the trees to contemplate her place in the world. She decided she would stomach all the fights, the sessions, everything. Only to show she wasn't weak. It wouldn't matter in the end anyway, after she could live alone.

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