Post by thistle on Dec 4, 2010 15:14:12 GMT -5
Name
Biological: Thistle Darkmoon
Adopted: Thistle Kumo
Age
2.5 years.
DOB:
April 2, 2008
Pups: None
Court/Mate: None
Siblings:
Jorar (twin brother/Deceased)
Parents
Biological: Tyrra and Dren Darkmoon.
Adopted: Elissa and Moonbane Kumo.
Other Relations: None
Personality:
As a pup, Thistle was just like any other. Loving, caring, kind adventureous and rumbunctious. However that all changed when he was snatched from his family. As Moonbane took him "under his paw." Thistle began to grow up to be just like him. Heartless, cold, filled with anger and hatred. He also has a lust for kill which comes and goes. But there is always that puppy side of Thistle that tries to release itself.
Biography:
Thistle was born to hunting pair, Tyrra and Dren Darkmoon. As a lone wolf, Dren was very skilled at hunting and had caught scent of Tyrra and her group of hunters while getting caught in the middle of a bear protecting its cub. As head huntress, Tyrra accepted his request to join the party only to be suceed with the kill. Tyrra reported the news to her Alpha, Gryth and named Dren honoured guest to the clearing for his accomplishments. After months of endless sucessful hunts, Dren became very close with both Tyrra and Gryth, allowing Gryth to give his new friend the rank of lead hunter along with Tyrra. And together; The two were unstopable.
As the months grew into spring, with moons and suns of playful courting, Gryth deemed them as mates leaving the two to begin their lives with each other. Once winter of 2007 struck, Gryth had allowed breeding rights and the following spring Tyrra would give birth to their first litter of Twin boys. Jorar and Thistle. By the time the pups were old enough to leave the den with supervision, Tyrra and Dren regained their hunting ranks and set off for the evening to hunt, and returned to the clearing sucessful only to be outnumbered by a group of warriors and a large ivory male. Moonbane.
Moonbane was out for revenge on the pack and had murded Gryth easily along with the others of the family. Making sure that no one stood in his way again. Filled with lust, the male ordered the attack on Dren and Tyrra and howled with a victorious howl casted amongst the breeze only to be interupted by two puppy like howls that came from inside a den near the clearing. Thistle had an instinct that something wasn't right and instantly took protection over Jorar, raising his hackles as he'd seen his father done so. Barking madly towards the ivory brute, Moonbane spared his life and took him as his own. Leaving behind his brother alone in his den. (Or so he thought).
--------------9 months later------------------------
At a year old, Thistle had become more like Moonbane since the taking. Moonbane training him to become the leader he was suppose to be through discipline and lashes. Thistle grew stronger and more dependent of his lust for killing. Killing everything on his father's command no matter who or what it was. Once Thistle made his second year of life, Moonbane knew it was time for the male to go upon his final mission and sent him on his way towards Amaranth.. Once there, he were to kill those of the old ways and howl once the victory was made. Hardly that was the case.
Once Thistle found the lands of Amaranth and those who saught to restore the old ways, He knew it was his time and that he would make his father proud by doing as command. But that all changed once he met the alpha's daughter, Roisin. A firey, stubborn female with a mindset all her own. Meeting his match, Thistle became rather drawn to the fae, no matter how much his fathers orders haunted him. With the help of a voice who he deemed as his "deceased brother," He is slowly growing way from his murderous ways and slowly easing into the life and heart of Amaranth.
Now, at his second and a half year of life, Thistle is bounded with a new goal set in place. To become a protector of the new Amaranth and to perhaps, create a new life with the one who found the love in him and melted his heart to make him see who he really was... no matter the cause...
Biological: Thistle Darkmoon
Adopted: Thistle Kumo
Age
2.5 years.
DOB:
April 2, 2008
Pups: None
Court/Mate: None
Siblings:
Jorar (twin brother/Deceased)
Parents
Biological: Tyrra and Dren Darkmoon.
Adopted: Elissa and Moonbane Kumo.
Other Relations: None
Personality:
As a pup, Thistle was just like any other. Loving, caring, kind adventureous and rumbunctious. However that all changed when he was snatched from his family. As Moonbane took him "under his paw." Thistle began to grow up to be just like him. Heartless, cold, filled with anger and hatred. He also has a lust for kill which comes and goes. But there is always that puppy side of Thistle that tries to release itself.
Biography:
Thistle was born to hunting pair, Tyrra and Dren Darkmoon. As a lone wolf, Dren was very skilled at hunting and had caught scent of Tyrra and her group of hunters while getting caught in the middle of a bear protecting its cub. As head huntress, Tyrra accepted his request to join the party only to be suceed with the kill. Tyrra reported the news to her Alpha, Gryth and named Dren honoured guest to the clearing for his accomplishments. After months of endless sucessful hunts, Dren became very close with both Tyrra and Gryth, allowing Gryth to give his new friend the rank of lead hunter along with Tyrra. And together; The two were unstopable.
As the months grew into spring, with moons and suns of playful courting, Gryth deemed them as mates leaving the two to begin their lives with each other. Once winter of 2007 struck, Gryth had allowed breeding rights and the following spring Tyrra would give birth to their first litter of Twin boys. Jorar and Thistle. By the time the pups were old enough to leave the den with supervision, Tyrra and Dren regained their hunting ranks and set off for the evening to hunt, and returned to the clearing sucessful only to be outnumbered by a group of warriors and a large ivory male. Moonbane.
Moonbane was out for revenge on the pack and had murded Gryth easily along with the others of the family. Making sure that no one stood in his way again. Filled with lust, the male ordered the attack on Dren and Tyrra and howled with a victorious howl casted amongst the breeze only to be interupted by two puppy like howls that came from inside a den near the clearing. Thistle had an instinct that something wasn't right and instantly took protection over Jorar, raising his hackles as he'd seen his father done so. Barking madly towards the ivory brute, Moonbane spared his life and took him as his own. Leaving behind his brother alone in his den. (Or so he thought).
--------------9 months later------------------------
At a year old, Thistle had become more like Moonbane since the taking. Moonbane training him to become the leader he was suppose to be through discipline and lashes. Thistle grew stronger and more dependent of his lust for killing. Killing everything on his father's command no matter who or what it was. Once Thistle made his second year of life, Moonbane knew it was time for the male to go upon his final mission and sent him on his way towards Amaranth.. Once there, he were to kill those of the old ways and howl once the victory was made. Hardly that was the case.
Once Thistle found the lands of Amaranth and those who saught to restore the old ways, He knew it was his time and that he would make his father proud by doing as command. But that all changed once he met the alpha's daughter, Roisin. A firey, stubborn female with a mindset all her own. Meeting his match, Thistle became rather drawn to the fae, no matter how much his fathers orders haunted him. With the help of a voice who he deemed as his "deceased brother," He is slowly growing way from his murderous ways and slowly easing into the life and heart of Amaranth.
Now, at his second and a half year of life, Thistle is bounded with a new goal set in place. To become a protector of the new Amaranth and to perhaps, create a new life with the one who found the love in him and melted his heart to make him see who he really was... no matter the cause...