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Zahira SilentPaws
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. : ~ Essentials ~ : .Name: Zahira Silentpaws
Pronounciation: Zah-hee-rah (flipped r sound)
Age: 2 years, 10 months
Date of Birth: May 18th 2008
Gender: Femme
Personality: At the beginning: she was very solitaire and keeps to herself for the most part, but is slowly becoming more social. Her personality is a bit cold and she comes off as a scary or slightly on the mean side. It is not her intention to come off as such, but her past living in a pack full of fear has caused her to harden and become very wary of opening up unto others.
Currently: Having opened up and been accepted fully into a real family after so long in the stressed lifestyle under Moonbane, she has matured and flourished into a very soft caring femme that worries frequently over her family. A large part of her new found kindness is due to the reunion with her pup-mate Thistle, and their continually growing relationship. As they begin to court, their emotions for each other overflow and Zahira's former self seems to melt into oblivion as the kind hearted wolf is now one of the best friends a wolf could have. The birth of her pups has turned her into one of the most motherly wolves around, caring for the wellbeing of every wolf in her family.
. : ~ Appearance ~ : .Pelt Color: Shades of dark grays, black, and small amounts of white showing through her pelt designed to hide in the darkness of the night
Eye Color: Golden
Distinguishing Marks: Scar on the back of her scruff and another running down her right flank from teeth
. : ~ History ~ : .Mother: Deceased
Father: Deceased
Siblings: Deceased
Courts/Mates: Courting Thistle Darkmoon
Pups: Tamaska (soon to be); Izar; Tamari; Davinia; Kyrie (Deceased); Sokanon
SpiritBonds: None
Other Relations: None
Other packs: Moonbane; Adoptive Daughter to Kisbane (ES)
Biography: Zahira - Blossoming Flower (Arabic); Shining, Brilliant, Luminous, Radient
Puphood:
Born into a small friendly pack, Zahira was quite the cute little fluffball. She was raised well in the first months of her life by her loving mother and caring father. She had a tendency to enjoy exploring a little e more than most pups, and it would occasionally start some trouble up for her, but the kind-hearted family pack could never stay angry at her for long. On one chance wondering, Zahira met another pup from a pack nearby. He seemed to have quite a bit in common with her and they quickly became friends. They would sneak off from their packs every day or two and meat up in the land that was in between to play up on a large rock where they could do just about anything a pup could want to. Rolling down the hill, playing hide and seek, fetch the tail, and of course there were plenty of pinecones to pelt each other with. This pup was named Thistle. These two pups would do anything they could to try to be together, though their parents were each wary of them being together as they were not entirely trusting of each others packs. They decided to allow them to play together, so long as they did not go into the others parklands. Life for the pair could not be much better. If one would have seen the two together, they would think the two were to be mates one day. Both being pups, they couldn't quite say each others names correctly, and they quickly coined their names for each other. Thistle called Zahira 'Rira' and she would call him 'Fissle.' Nothing in the world could have torn them apart…until Moonbane's pack decided to move in on the packs' territories…
The pups were out playing together when it happened. Had they not been, they most likely would have been a part of the slaughter that happened in Zahira's pack. Moonbane and his killers came right in on the pack, and killed every wolf that they found. They attacked quickly, dealing lethal, but slow killing blows and cuts. The bodies of the injured lay writhing in pain and howling for mercy, but here would be no mercy for any of them. They made the surviving adults watch as they found the hidden pups that were still there, and tore them limb from limb. Then they killed the rest of the pack one by one, by raking at their soft stomachs with their razor claws, leaving the poor wolves to soufflé a painful bloody death. Once all was silent, Moonane took his minions and left the corpses to rot. There were no reasons behind the attack. Moonbane simply wanted to extend his territory. Luckily for Zahira, she was out at the rock with Thistle, playing and enjoying life, for what would be the last time…
When Zahira returned home that night, she knew something was wrong before she even came close. It was dead silent. Not a bird chirped, or a squirrel chattered. It was a deathly silence that made her feel very nervous and scared. She called out looking for her mother and father, but there was no reply. Suddenly a cold scent crossed her nose. She knew the smell, but never this strongly. The scent of blood was so strong in her nose that she whimpered and ran for her den. She would scream out when she approached as she saw her fathers gutted form laying in the snow. A red ring has spread out from him, and his golden orbs stared right at her, glade over, lacking that warm glow that he always held when he saw her. With ears pinned down an tail tucked, she would tentatively step towards him chuffing softly. He didn't move. Tears flowed down her maw as she nosed at his limp form. "D-daddy? Wake ups daddy…" Whimpering, she would head into the den and howl in pain seeing what was left of her mother. Her lifeblood was splattered over every inch of the den, a leg torn and thrown across the room. Zahira would curls up against the scraps of damp red fur and shake as she cried uncontrollably. She didn't know what to do. She was just a pup, now completely alone. She decided she would go to Thislte the next morning and see what to do. Maybe his family would be able to take her in. She knew she would not survive alone. The only problem was, she was not alone right then.
Moonbane's Pack:
A large femme had stayed behind from Moonbane's pack to watch for stragglers. She heard the little pup's crying and grinned wickedly. A pup that young would have a moldable mind, and given the right trainer after such a devastating thing as this, could grow to be a ruthless killer.She would lay at the entrance of the den and coo to the pup, hoping to lure her out into trust to come with her. Zahira was terrified and could not make herself move if she wanted to. The fae simply reached in and catch her by the scruff to carry her back to her home to be raised in the finer arts of stealth, stalking, and killing…She treated Zahira like her own pup, and gave her her name of Silentpaws. Her lineage was known for their abilities to sneak right up on a deer unheard. The name was well derived and hair herself would become one deserving of the title as well. Zahira was taught that a large wolf pack had come in and killed her family, and Thistle as well when she inquired if she could go meet her friend again. Her little heart broke when they told her that. Her best and only friend in the whole world had been killed, and now she only had this wolf who had taken her in to trust. With so much death and tragedy to happen so early in her life, she was a broken soul and would be molded by the evil ways of Moonbane's pack. Her puphood had ended before she was 6 months old. Life was hard, and beatings were frequent for mistakes made. She very quickly attained hunting skill and strength to kill. Her dark pelt, meshed with soft steaks of silver, made for excellent camouflage, and she even learned the rare art of tree climbing. She was trained to be death. She no longer cared if she herself lived nor died, for she had lost everything worth living for. That is what made made her into such a feared wolf, even amongst the others of the pack. Once she was fully grown, very few would try to do anything to anger her, and her golden orbs could make a lake freeze solid from her gaze. Having no real fear of death, she would take risks that may be considered reckless by others, such as attempting to take down a deer alone, stealing meat from a bear, and challenging other wolves, much larger than herself, in the pack. She quickly became one of Moonbane's favorites. Her reputation was known fairly well amongst the others, but to her, there was nothing but survival. She refused to get close to any wolf as she knew death would simply separate them in the end. She stayed by herself and lived the life of a scout most of her time there, only meeting with others when she had to.
It was about two years after she had been taken in that she found out the truth about Moonbane's wolf pack. She was sent out with a number of other killers to go eliminate another pack. When she saw how the other wolves were not simply killing, but torturing the pack, she had an epiphany. Images flashed in her mind of her mother and father and she let out a howl of pain collapsing into the ground. It had been a lie. Her entire life, she was living with those who had killed her family, and her only friend. She would slowly regain her composure and look to see her so-called 'companions' tearing apart wolfs. She turned to ice and quickly killed the others who had come with in as quick a way as she could to save this poor pack the same fate that had befallen her own. When they were safe, she stared out feeling lost suddenly. She needed to leave that filth. She didn't even hear the thanks she was given by the surviving wolves. She padded back to her parklands and marched straight to Moonbane.
She reported that the others had been killed and that the wolves would no longer be a threat, not that they ever were. Her eyes must have given her away because Moonbane rose and growled at her. Zahira would stare at him with her icy orbs and tell him that she was done here. She would be leaving immediately and had no intention of ever returning. Moonbane snarled at her and tackled her down to the ground sinking his teeth deep into the back of her neck, tearing at her flesh. hair could only yelp in pain as she was pinned to the ground. "You will never leave me Zahira. You are mine!" After a short struggle, he would mark her as his. She lay there limply as he took what he called his right from her. After he finished, he raked his claw down her flank, tearing the flesh from her leg so that she would be unable to travel away from the pack. But she was not so weak as to give up like that. She waited till he was gone, and made her way, dragging along the ground at times, out of the packlands in hope of finding a real life.
Being as antisocial as she had been the last two year, it was tough for her to attempt to communicate with other wolves that she would meet as she healed and traveled. She came of as being quite hard, her voice was always icy, and she was suspicious of others. Those she met seemed to be frightened or would feel her to be a threat, and she would leave before any trouble could be started. All she wanted was to find a place to live in peace. Slowly, she managed to make the glare that always seemed present in her eyes soften, as well as the ice that seemed to coat her voice every time she spoke. Things changed drastically when she wandered over to the Amaranth wolves.
Amaranth:
She was welcomed warmly for once. Some were still frightened, but they seemed to be willing to try to get to know her a little at a time. She met the alpha, Raen, who shared with her the pains and understanding of having to live under her brother’s rule. A youngling by the name of Drago seemed to want to try to get to know her as well. And then she ran into Thistle. She did not know him, but she knew that this wolf had been a part of Moonbane’s wolves as well. She had heard his name to be the wolf in training to replace Moonbane when his time ever came. She immediately went on the defensive hoping to keep him distanced from her in hopes he would not report her to Moonbane, but as it turned out, he himself had fled those ways as well. Once this glass wall was broken, she began to warm up to him more, no longer fearing she would be hunted again. She finally was beginning to have a feeling for life again and wanted nothing to do with death. Perhaps the return of the fear of death had returned to her.
One morning, she was asleep having a dream of the torture Moonbane had put her through when she was suddenly attacked by a young wolf by the name of Dakoda. She hadn’t realized it was meant to be in play, and when the wolf had her jaws around Zahira’s throat, she panicked and struck the femme hard on the back of the head and biting hard at her own neck. When she realized what she had done she let go. She had not meant to hurt anyone, especially now that she was beginning her way into the pack family. She had a very rough time coping and went to Thistle and Raen, having a bit of a breakdown. After revealing a good part of her past and the horrid things she had done, she felt better. Something had fallen from her shoulders, the ice she kept around her heart shattered and melted away. Raen and Thistle accepted her still after hearing of her past. She knew then that this was the place she needed to be to live her life freely. Her heart and eyes softened and her personality warmed much quicker to the other wolves of the pack. She soon became close friends with Rennkah and Thistle. Now she is as kind-hearted as just about any other wolf around.
Soon after, Zahira and Thistle realized that they had known each other as pups, and have begun to get very, very….very close. The friendship has turned into something deeper and it seems that the two were destined to meet each other once again. They now play together again, acting almost as pups when around one another, and often are spotted snuggling together at night. One fateful night, Drago was caught up in the torrent of the river, and Zahira leapt into the icy waters after him to save the youthful pup. She was frozen and weak from the water, but had to go back to rescue Kemo, who knocked himself out in attempts to help Drago as well, and she ended up den-ridden for a few days and suffered a cold for the next week. All were well in the end.
The Migration:
As the time came for the pack to begin migrating to its new home, Zahira took lead of a group of wolves to make the first jog of the journey. Now she works egerly to help her new pack, for the first time since she was a pup having real friends and family. Though some trouble may be on the horizon, as she is feeling a bit weakened by the journey. She rests now more and more as the rest of the wolves make their way over to the first waypoint. She wishes Thistle was not so busy scouting to keep her company, but she knows he has to do his duty for the pack, just as she would.
It was during the Migration that she discovered she was with pups. The sudden sickness and tiredness that seemed to overwhelmed her suddenly was soon verified with her steady weight gain. At first she is terrified as the pups are the result of the rape she had endured in attempts to leave Moonbane. She feared the pups would be just like their father and so she decided that she would starve them from her. Unfortunately, this only seemed to cause her to harm herself as malnutrition soon led to a temporary blindness. After much coaxing and convincing from Kemo and Thistle, she began to eat again if not for the pups, for herself and Thistle, whom she was still growing closer to with every day they were together. As time progressed, her fears were slowly turned around as Thistle promised to her he would be there with her and the pups to make sure they would be nothing like their 'father'. Zahira's only real fear now was that she knew nothing of being a mother. Hers had been taken from her at such a young age that she did not remember much of it, and the mother she had in Moonbane's pack was not the 'motherly' type. Rennkah assured her that it would come to her. It was instinct for a whelping fae to become motherly after all.
As the pack lingered in the midway point to their new home, Zahira began to grow worried about the coming birth. Time was running short for her pups. They would not wait forever. And she knew the last part of the journey would be treacherous enough for a wolf in peak performance. As the night to move finally came, she approached the rushing waters that flowed swiftly past the slick rocks they would have to step across to get to the safety of their new home. She had matched up with Koga for the crossing and prayed to the Great Mother to watch over them, but her prayers went unanswered that night. Every time she seemd to have a good footing, she would slide into those fast flowing icy waters that sapped her strength. She couldnt make it across and ended up falling over into the waters once more at the last step from weakness. She would have drowned had it not been for Raen already on the far bank reaching in and dragging hr from the waters. Weak and barely able to feel her body, she was half carried to the new home and quickly placed into a den to get dry and warm. Something more had happened than just becoming weak and catching a cold afterwards. She could feel it. The pups in her belly, once always active and restless, was silent. She did not leave the den for anything other than to eat, drink and relieving her bladder for the next few days. Sick with a cold, and with the pups hardly making any sound, she feared for the worst. At least she was in her new home with her family. They would be there for her, for better or worse.
Birthing her first Litter:
The night came when she let out a howl of agony into the air. Terrified and in pain, she forced Thistle from her side, scared she would hurt him with her thrashing and blinding pain. The pups were born from her under the dusk of the 5th of March, 2011. With the joy came the sorrow however. Of the 5 pups born, one was stillborn. Given the name Kyrie, Zahira refused to allow her to be taken away from her at first, deliriously seeing her as 'sleeping', the femme snapped at Raen for even suggesting to take the pup away. After some convincing, she relented. The dead pup would not be good for the well-being of the others and she begged that Kyrie to be taken quickly and buried where her unsung song would sing on. Raen and Harlow found a place beneath a Weeping Willow and dug a grave for the fluffball where she will rest for all time.
Currently:
Slowly recovering from the loss of Kyrie, Zahira now is den-locked as she nurses her new litter. Thistle has asked her to be his court and one day mate when the pack recognizes it, mates. She could not be happier as her motherly instinct has kicked in. Some wolves best be wary. It is not suggested any enter her den uninvited as the birthing mother may become irrationally defensive of her pups safety. She does enjoy visitors, but strangers best be exceptionally wary. She has already left the den to growl at one visitor whom she felt a threat for coming too near her den. Never underestimate what a new mother can and will do, even in her weakened state...
Last Update:
3/8/11
. : ~ Before Amaranth ~ : .Character Names: Zionia, Elaine
Packs: SweetBreeze, Sacred Spirits, Wolf Spirits, Whisper Dreams, EarthenSong, Northern Lights Sweet Mystics, Amaranth
Ranks: SB: Elder/Council/Forum Assistant; SS: Elder/Council; WD: Alpha; ES: LoreKeeper, LoreWeaver
Courts/Mates: None
Pups: None
Honored Guest of: NLSM, EarthenSong
. : ~ Behind the Fur - Human Info ~ : .Name: Tommie
Age: 23
Birthday: July 27th
Gender: Male
Contact E-mail: Zionia@gmail.com
Contact Number: Ask
Location: Richmond, VA
Time Zone: EST (-5 GMT)
. : ~ Tieing up Loose Ends ~ : .How did you find Amaranth? I've been stalking Thistle for the past year and change
Ive been a part of Morgans packs for all that time in some way shape or form.
Why do you want to be a Member of Amaranth? Because I miss j00 all! Ive been with Raen and Thistle (and several others here whos names i dont know what you changed them to this time!) for a year now...and even if i am not a full pack-member with you all, I still feel that this will always be a home of mine. The care and heart that we all put into this family grows and manifests itself into an amazing place where we can all escape the little nusences of life and just relax and have a great time. You may think it is a little tough to RP up to the expectation of the pack when you first join. Sometimes making 3-5 sentences is tough, but I will say, the push in writing will help you over time. You will grow into the flow and learn to expand your own writing abilities and may one day outdo Raen, Thistle, or Dusk and make that amazing 5 block post that is your pride and joy...In all the packs I visit, none of them push for bettering your own ability and offer so much advice and training to help you discover your own abilities. Take advantage of what you learn on your journey through the Amaranth Wolves. It is more than a game, it is family. We are here for you when you need someone for an ear, a shoulder, a punching bag, a chew toy, or a tissue. Welcome to your home. Take what comes with a grain of salt, for when times get rough, the family is still here for you, and it always will be (until Raen suffers a heart attack or is eaten by her pets for forgetting to feed them from being here).
Demonstration of your Roleplay style: *mentions the epic post game* That good enough? I can put one down if you really want me to
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Ive been a part of Morgans packs for all that time in some way shape or form.