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AtaxiaDelacour
Female
3 years of age - Born November 20th.
She is of lean build, built like a runner some may say. Graceful with her paws, but clumsy with her tongue she has rather striking looks with her bi-colored eyes being wonderfully contrasted by the light hue of her pelt. She is not entirely white though, having dark patches of stiff-guard hairs along her slender shoulders and hips. While this Luperci female was born with the ability, it is rare to see her take the third form, choosing mainly to remained cloaked as a true-wolf, and on some occasions her halfling form.
Ataxia has always been rather rebellious away from the norm. She tends to enjoy her own company over that of others, being socially inept and lacking any form of social grace whatsoever. She's become increasingly solitary over the last two years having chose the restless life-style of a lone wolf over staying with her small family-pack. It has been a long time, and many miles since she'd voluntarily subjected herself to the company of others, but something new seems to be blossoming within her maturing mind.
Born into a small clan, they were one of the few left. All pure wolves, free of imperfections. They'd steered so far north, and drove out all except their own kin for so long they became entirely isolated. This was before she had been even born really, they feared the infection that brought about such drastic physical mutations. Their fear drove them close to madness, becoming a small band of hermits, walled within dank caves for the entirety of their lives. Only the head of the family, Ataxia's uncle, was permitted to leave the caves, doing so without permission could mean death. She had seen it happen, to a pup nonetheless. One of her many inbred cousins had found it in them to venture towards the beckoning light. She'd never seen such evil as she had that day. That Uncle of hers was not sane, he scared her beyond reason from the first time she'd even seen him. Savages, thats what they were. They feared the mutation so horribly, they regressed into primal states of mind. Then again, she would have probably stayed, would have probably never broke from their ranks and become a primal beast herself. Then again, she had always been curious, at least as a pup she had. Venturing from the cave was something she only braved at night, which ended in her downfall. She lived for the few minutes each day she would spend at the mouth of the cave, she never really thought it counted as really actually leaving. She was coming to her prime, nearly a full year now, and the buzz of spring seemed to make her young, not even 'ripe' self seem all the more appealing. The bastard whom (to put it mildly) had his way with her, had bore the infection, thought she didn't know this at first. She'd been so ashamed of herself, she dared not to speak a word of anything to her siblings or cousins. In fact, it would be weeks before she would speak at all, though still to this day she has never once spoke of what happened to her. She could have just gone on that way, numbing herself with tedious routines and busy work, but after a few days she lost all control. She was sure they were going to kill her at first, but it became obvious that they feared her even more. Even that bastard uncle of hers had run when she rose to tower above them, even though it was on unsteady feet. It would up being both terrifying and liberating, shaking the chains of her kin's deranged clan from her. The first six months past her first year, were hell. And it has taken her so long to reach where she is today, with the hell of the cave-pack now lingering as a bitter but distant memory.
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AtaxiaDelacour
The steady silence seemed to engulf her conscious being, feeling a buzzing emptiness as she waited. It had seemed wise for her to remain from where it was she had called, but now she was feeling the burning of restlessness, curling a tight grip upon her slender chest. Paws shifted her meager weight back and forth with angst as her radar-like gaze remained scanning the out-lay of the territory before her. She had not expected to be greeted within seconds, but the moments that elapsed seemed to be unnaturally long.
She had made an ill informed, spur of the moment decision and had been regretting making such a hasty decision the moment she had made it. She knew nothing about this pack, not the name, nothing. All she knew that it was headed by a male, who's scent was currently burning in her nares, overpowering all other scents. It was because of this fact, that she had seen rather than smelled the first female who came stalking forth. She seemed not to be in the best of moods, and yet she gave off no vibes of ill-intent, simply seeming curious. Bi-color gaze came to assess this female, angular auds slid forward, taking in all that she said as well as her question. Throat clearing akwardly, Ataxia looked around sheepishly, retaining her silence for a moment before before turning her gaze back upon Firefly. "Ataxia Delacour.." the words came out in a throaty accent, betraying her foreign ancestry.
She hadn't the time to inquire anything from this Firefly, before another female came slinking forth to make Ataxia's acquaintance. She seemed to be of a pleasant nature, and Ataxia gave a simple nod of her head, and a small forced smile, accompanied by a soft "Hello to you as well.." She wasn't shy per say, but her social awkwardness did tend to be painfully obvious in situations such as this. Ah well, she was doing her best - right?
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AtaxiaDelacour
The steady silence seemed to engulf her conscious being, feeling a buzzing emptiness as she waited. It had seemed wise for her to remain from where it was she had called, but now she was feeling the burning of restlessness, curling a tight grip upon her slender chest. Paws shifted her meager weight back and forth with angst as her radar-like gaze remained scanning the out-lay of the territory before her. She had not expected to be greeted within seconds, but the moments that elapsed seemed to be unnaturally long.
She had made an ill informed, spur of the moment decision and had been regretting making such a hasty decision the moment she had made it. She knew nothing about this pack, not the name, nothing. All she knew that it was headed by a male, who's scent was currently burning in her nares, overpowering all other scents. It was because of this fact, that she had seen rather than smelled the first female who came stalking forth. She seemed not to be in the best of moods, and yet she gave off no vibes of ill-intent, simply seeming curious. Bi-color gaze came to assess this female, angular auds slid forward, taking in all that she said as well as her question. Throat clearing akwardly, Ataxia looked around sheepishly, retaining her silence for a moment before before turning her gaze back upon Firefly. "Ataxia Delacour.." the words came out in a throaty accent, betraying her foreign ancestry.
She hadn't the time to inquire anything from this Firefly, before another female came slinking forth to make Ataxia's acquaintance. She seemed to be of a pleasant nature, and Ataxia gave a simple nod of her head, and a small forced smile, accompanied by a soft "Hello to you as well.." She wasn't shy per say, but her social awkwardness did tend to be painfully obvious in situations such as this. Ah well, she was doing her best - right?
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AtaxiaDelacour
She wasn't hard to please per say, and far from being high-maintenance. In fact, as far as the female population went, she was set off from the majority in many ways. She wasn't the type to fuss, or the type to brood or even swoon. As far as interactions with the opposite sex went, she tended to avoid them at all costs, hating the majority of them due to biased and sexist ideas deeply embedded in her memory from various past experiences. Most males tended to be brutish pigs, letting their groin do their thinking for them. She herself hadn't ever really become involved with a male, but she had plenty of brothers and male family-members to have learned that lesson from. Yes, it was easy to see that she was quite stubborn. Like an old mule stuck in her ways.
With an absent mind, her long talons raked through the pale mane of hers, a sheen had taken into her coat, undoubtedly caused by the luminescent glow that the moon cast. She would have been entirely content to spend the remainder of the evening alone, but as a deep, masculine voice split the silence it became apparent that it was to be otherwise. She didn't give a start, though she had been surprised by how close the brute had gotten without having been alerted. Curiously her teal and blue chasms were turned upon him, her slender neck craning up a bit as she was still seated and planned on remaining so. His words had been a pointless toss-out, that she was assumed was intended to be an invitation for her to engage him in conversation. A rather blank look was presented across her feminine features, as she regarded him for a few precious moments, retaining the semi-silence as long as possible before her strong lungs took in a rush of the salty-air, exhaling sharply as she offered a weak, obviously out-of-practice smile. "Yes, very.." she replied rather awkwardly, having looked back in the direction of the sea as she spoke. "I think its owed to calm of the sea" she added, her duo-hued gaze remaining on the lulling waves for the time being. She knew, from simple common sense, that it was rude of her to go on much further without at least some form of introduction. "I'm Ataxia" she fumbled, feeling rather lame as she did so. She wouldn't ever dare brag of being socially graceful, for she knew that would be a complete and total lie.
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we will fight, and we will fall;
until the angels save us all...
She wasn't hard to please per say, and far from being high-maintenance. In fact, as far as the female population went, she was set off from the majority in many ways. She wasn't the type to fuss, or the type to brood or even swoon. As far as interactions with the opposite sex went, she tended to avoid them at all costs, hating the majority of them due to biased and sexist ideas deeply embedded in her memory from various past experiences. Most males tended to be brutish pigs, letting their groin do their thinking for them. She herself hadn't ever really become involved with a male, but she had plenty of brothers and male family-members to have learned that lesson from. Yes, it was easy to see that she was quite stubborn. Like an old mule stuck in her ways.
With an absent mind, her long talons raked through the pale mane of hers, a sheen had taken into her coat, undoubtedly caused by the luminescent glow that the moon cast. She would have been entirely content to spend the remainder of the evening alone, but as a deep, masculine voice split the silence it became apparent that it was to be otherwise. She didn't give a start, though she had been surprised by how close the brute had gotten without having been alerted. Curiously her teal and blue chasms were turned upon him, her slender neck craning up a bit as she was still seated and planned on remaining so. His words had been a pointless toss-out, that she was assumed was intended to be an invitation for her to engage him in conversation. A rather blank look was presented across her feminine features, as she regarded him for a few precious moments, retaining the semi-silence as long as possible before her strong lungs took in a rush of the salty-air, exhaling sharply as she offered a weak, obviously out-of-practice smile. "Yes, very.." she replied rather awkwardly, having looked back in the direction of the sea as she spoke. "I think its owed to calm of the sea" she added, her duo-hued gaze remaining on the lulling waves for the time being. She knew, from simple common sense, that it was rude of her to go on much further without at least some form of introduction. "I'm Ataxia" she fumbled, feeling rather lame as she did so. She wouldn't ever dare brag of being socially graceful, for she knew that would be a complete and total lie.
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