Post by Raowolf on Jun 16, 2010 13:42:19 GMT -5
Name: Mollie
Nickname: Sweetie, Hun, Molls
Date of Birth: 19/9/2008
Age: 2
Gender: Female
Breed: Wolf(red)
Mutation/Power: Eye-colour-changer
Personality: Mollie is sweet and caring, open to love anyone, and pretty much the perfect do-gooder. She knows the names of most herbs and if she had pups would most likely name them after her favourites; Tanzy, Rosemary, Thyme, etc. But she has sworn never to fall in love again after her previous mate dying for her(see 'History'). Many dogs bank on her(a.k.a flirt with), however, especially when she is healing them. She is seen as a motherly figure by many, especially younger ones, and most grow up with her as a nanny of sorts. Indeed, when no nanny is available she does take up the role. Mollie often imagines that she can feel the pain of those she heals and this helps her to concentrate on finding the source of the pain, although she can't really. However, when she sees anyone getting hurt or bullied, she will instantly snap to attention and usually jump infront in defense, although she is quite a bad fighter. This has earned her a few undeserved scars. She is defiant and a little stubborn; she will not give up on the life of a patient and keep trying till she's stopped. She gets into tears when something - even a dog form an enemy pack - is killed.
Body Description: When in defense, her eyes blank out to white, but normally they are blue. Sadness means dark grey, while hunger is orange. When she is in love, and in an appropriate, romantic situation the same eyes go a pale purple. Mollie's body is slender but not thin. Fur is a very pale grey that goes silver in the correct lighting.Her ears are soft furred, her tail bushy and her legs long. There are no scars or blemishes due to her medicinal abilities, although she has gained a few. Mollie's fur in general is quite long, although shorter on her back. She is tall, but quite small for a wolf, and there is little muscle on her; enough to run fast and be more than useless, but not enough to win a fight with a larger or stronger beast, be it canine, feline or rodentine.
History: Mollie was born into a wolf pack as the daughter of the alpha. As a pup, she fell in love with a young troublemaker by the name of Connor. His jokes, however, were taken a little too seriously by her strict father. At a young age he was thrown from the pack. With her caring attitude, she never fully forgot him, but did not recognise him when they next met. It was cold winter; they were both about a year old, and she was just returning from a strop against her father for pairing her to the strongest juvenile as a mate for life, when she spotted him storming and raging. Taking interest, extremely bored and wanting to delay her return, she retrieved a rabbit from one of the piles left by a hunting party earlier that day, and brought it to him. He nearly killed he for it, but let her go on the promise that she would continue bringing him food. She agreed. By this time he was stony cold, anti-social and vicious. Slowly but surely she tamed his wild heart and they began to fall in love - again. But it was not until the last moment that they recognised eachother. She resolved to try and run away with him; but, on their first night, as they began to move away from the territory, the wolf she had been paired with about 6 months ago discovered them on a patrol after finding their private den devoid of her. In a rage, he and Connor battled it out all across the territory, Mollie frantically screaming words of discouragement as she followed. Finally, they reached cliff edge. In their blind fighting, the two males did not notice the long drop and torrent of the river below. They toppled, to poor Mollie's screaming tears. Their bodies were never found. After this she ran. She never stopped running, she did not sleep, or eat, drink, or scarcely even breathe. Finally she was found by a vet and restored to health. Then sold to the lab. All the while she remained blank and empty, but, just like she had done with Connor, the pain of the other dogs comforted her, so by the time all of the dogs escaped the 2 1/2 year old was virtually back to her normal self. A bi of the Whitefire therapy and as good as new. But the little shells of doubt and fear, sorrow and pain, still remain. She would never let on, however.
Picture: www.wolfpeople.com/wolfstore/images/T/mika-01.jpeg Something like that, anyway
Nickname: Sweetie, Hun, Molls
Date of Birth: 19/9/2008
Age: 2
Gender: Female
Breed: Wolf(red)
Mutation/Power: Eye-colour-changer
Personality: Mollie is sweet and caring, open to love anyone, and pretty much the perfect do-gooder. She knows the names of most herbs and if she had pups would most likely name them after her favourites; Tanzy, Rosemary, Thyme, etc. But she has sworn never to fall in love again after her previous mate dying for her(see 'History'). Many dogs bank on her(a.k.a flirt with), however, especially when she is healing them. She is seen as a motherly figure by many, especially younger ones, and most grow up with her as a nanny of sorts. Indeed, when no nanny is available she does take up the role. Mollie often imagines that she can feel the pain of those she heals and this helps her to concentrate on finding the source of the pain, although she can't really. However, when she sees anyone getting hurt or bullied, she will instantly snap to attention and usually jump infront in defense, although she is quite a bad fighter. This has earned her a few undeserved scars. She is defiant and a little stubborn; she will not give up on the life of a patient and keep trying till she's stopped. She gets into tears when something - even a dog form an enemy pack - is killed.
Body Description: When in defense, her eyes blank out to white, but normally they are blue. Sadness means dark grey, while hunger is orange. When she is in love, and in an appropriate, romantic situation the same eyes go a pale purple. Mollie's body is slender but not thin. Fur is a very pale grey that goes silver in the correct lighting.Her ears are soft furred, her tail bushy and her legs long. There are no scars or blemishes due to her medicinal abilities, although she has gained a few. Mollie's fur in general is quite long, although shorter on her back. She is tall, but quite small for a wolf, and there is little muscle on her; enough to run fast and be more than useless, but not enough to win a fight with a larger or stronger beast, be it canine, feline or rodentine.
History: Mollie was born into a wolf pack as the daughter of the alpha. As a pup, she fell in love with a young troublemaker by the name of Connor. His jokes, however, were taken a little too seriously by her strict father. At a young age he was thrown from the pack. With her caring attitude, she never fully forgot him, but did not recognise him when they next met. It was cold winter; they were both about a year old, and she was just returning from a strop against her father for pairing her to the strongest juvenile as a mate for life, when she spotted him storming and raging. Taking interest, extremely bored and wanting to delay her return, she retrieved a rabbit from one of the piles left by a hunting party earlier that day, and brought it to him. He nearly killed he for it, but let her go on the promise that she would continue bringing him food. She agreed. By this time he was stony cold, anti-social and vicious. Slowly but surely she tamed his wild heart and they began to fall in love - again. But it was not until the last moment that they recognised eachother. She resolved to try and run away with him; but, on their first night, as they began to move away from the territory, the wolf she had been paired with about 6 months ago discovered them on a patrol after finding their private den devoid of her. In a rage, he and Connor battled it out all across the territory, Mollie frantically screaming words of discouragement as she followed. Finally, they reached cliff edge. In their blind fighting, the two males did not notice the long drop and torrent of the river below. They toppled, to poor Mollie's screaming tears. Their bodies were never found. After this she ran. She never stopped running, she did not sleep, or eat, drink, or scarcely even breathe. Finally she was found by a vet and restored to health. Then sold to the lab. All the while she remained blank and empty, but, just like she had done with Connor, the pain of the other dogs comforted her, so by the time all of the dogs escaped the 2 1/2 year old was virtually back to her normal self. A bi of the Whitefire therapy and as good as new. But the little shells of doubt and fear, sorrow and pain, still remain. She would never let on, however.
Picture: www.wolfpeople.com/wolfstore/images/T/mika-01.jpeg Something like that, anyway
