Haze Azrune, Female

[Haze]

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Name: I go by Shiori online.
Age: 14
Email: elbureth@comcast.net
How long have you wolf role played: 2 – 3 years (I lost track. xD)


Your Character

Name: Haze Azrune
Age: 2 ½ winters
Species: Unknown
Gender: Female

Family (1 paragraphs): Born to Razaroth and Shiori Azrune, Haze grew up like a normal pup for a time. She was born the runt of the litter, and her three older siblings picked on her. Syth and Yuna, having bridged the gap that separated them, became two of her few friends. Vivek, the “leader” of the group, remained an enemy. She was left to fend for herself when her pack broke up when she was but a few months old. Her father eventually died, but her mother simply disappeared. She has not seen any of her family in over a year.

Personality (2 paragraphs): Haze is a rather quiet wolf, finding it easier and wiser to listen and learn than to speak out and be foolish, or to be thought a fool. She respects her elders. Life has taught her that much, and it has taught her where her place is in the world. She is rather intelligent for her age, and she has experienced the highs and lows of life. She has killed and she has helped, and she sees both sides of the spectrum. She does not fall in either extreme, black or white, but rather views from the shades of grey between the two. She is able to see both sides of a situation, and usually remains neutral, unless she is forced to take a side, in which case she uses her own logic, experiences, and opinions.

It is hard to gain her trust, but if you manage to, she is a loyal friend. She will stand by you until her death, unless you betray her. If you betray her, she will leave you, even leaving you to your death. She does not tolerate betrayal well. She is loyal to the pack she belongs to, and she would die readily if it meant protecting those ranking higher than her, or even those of her same rank. She believes strongly in family and friends coming before herself, and she will protect those she loves with her life. She does not hold a grudge for long.

Detailed Description (1 paragraph)(include hobbies, fears and dislikes): Haze possesses a build slightly smaller than the average wolf, built more for speed than strength. Her pelt is silvery grey in color, and she has a white underbelly. Her paws are white as well, as is her muzzle. She has three faint lines across her face, mostly covered by fur, left by her younger brother when she was but a month old. She is usually found sitting alone, thinking, often by a stream or river, and occasionally will socialize with others. She has a soft spot for pups, and longs for some of her own. She fears being alone for all her life and losing her loved ones.

Explain his/her History (3 paragraphs): Haze was born to Razaroth and Shiori Azrune. She is the youngest of four, two males and two females. Her brothers’, Syth and Vivek, and her sister, Yuna, often picked on her. When they were old enough to venture out of their den, their father having went off again and their mother having disappeared to perform her duties as betess in her mate’s absence, Vivek took advantage of the situation. He attacked her, leaving her with three bloody scratches across her face. She hated him from that moment forward. Syth and Yuna stood by and watched their little sister being bullied, and she was saved only by the appearance of their parents. Shiori cared for her wounds. Soon, though, she found herself alone in the woods, having wandered too far. She made her way to her mother, following her mother’s scent and the sound of voices. She found her in a clearing amidst many other wolves. Haze wandered over to inspect everyone, soon meeting a red-brown whelp named Crimson. They became fast friends.

Months later, she found herself left alone. Her father had disappeared again, and her mother had run off for some unknown reason. Her siblings had wandered off, and Crimson had disappeared. She was starving, but she was too young to kill something herself. That was when a brute appeared. He took her in as his own, carrying her to a carcass. He dropped her down beside it, nudging her towards it. She began to eat, and they ate side by side. Finished, he asked her what her name was. She replied with “Haze. What’s yours?” He laughed and said, “Dark. Where are your parents?” She looked at the ground and muttered, “They left.” He smiled at her gently and said, “I’ll take care of you…” Dark took care of her and raised her well. He taught her to defend herself, and he gave her his wisdom. He told her his story, and he introduced her to the world. They traveled together for about 6 months, when she came to her old home once more. She heard the howl of Korima, and caught familiar scents. She wanted to explore, and he let her. They bade farewell to one another, and she thanked him. He shrugged it off and departed, headed to do some business of his own.

She entered her old territory, coming to find her father and mother. Her only friend was there as well, though he had lost his memory. She helped him to gain it back little by little. Soon, however, she found it was time to leave. She could not bring herself to stay any longer. She bade Crimson farewell, saying her goodbyes to her parents. She forgave them for leaving her. If they hadn’t, she never would have met Dark, would she? She departed, traveling to her mother’s old lands. She met her family there. At the age of 2, she left them, having spent around 6 months in their presence. She traveled here and there, searching for a more permanent home. She always wonders if she should have stayed with Dark. Perhaps she should have stayed with her family and friends, but she didn’t. She moved on, and she can’t turn back now. She must move forward, and so she travels to a new land in search of a place to call home…

Give an example of your role play (2 paragraphs):

A gentle zephyr rustled the leaves of the canopy of trees above, causing the obsidian brute below them to close his blood-red orbs and enjoy the rush of air that greeted his return to the island of Darkest Eternity. The friendly gale whispered in his ear of happenings, and he listened patiently, reading the stories it offered to him on a gilded platter. Nares were lifted, sifting through the mixed scents and emotions drifting to him, aided by the helpful gust, though it knew not what it had helped him to accomplish. Blood-red pools opened slowly, glancing around, auds flattened against his skull by the force of the wind. As it died down, however, they perked up, catching the sounds of voices. The brute cocked his head to the side, listening closely, but he was unable to tell as to which members of the clan each vocalization belonged. He grunted in a resigned manner and slowly rose from his position on the earthen floor of the territory, where he had been sleeping after roaming about for who knows how long. He stretched, eyes closed, and began to yawn, his maw parting and extending to its fullest, tongue curled, before clamping shut with a sharp snap.

He stood and groaned at the stiffness in his joints, grumbling softly to himself as he rose to his fullest height. He stood there for a moment, motionless, until he decided that he would set off in search of Jecari, whom had mysteriously disappeared before they were able to finish their conversation. But before he would set out on that mission, he decided to first find some water, a simple enough task. He smirked at the thought and turned around to pad off into the forested area around the clearing he had called his home during his long absence. However, he stopped at the edge, glancing around to look at it once more. An irony in itself, that he had not even attempted to kill another wolf ever since he had murdered his own brother, but then again, he had found much better and easier prey within the depths of the unknown within this very forest he called 'home.' He shook his head at his own folly and turned back towards his direction, his form disappearing from view of the raven perched in the tree he had slept under or in every night since, and it gave a loud call that sounded rather like a laugh at the poor soul drifting away, not even realizing just how lost he truly was.

Mitts fell softly to the forest floor before being picked up and dropped once more, each landing in time and in step with the other, alternating them as the brute padded along, headed for a river or stream to quench his thirst as best he could. Of course, he would also bathe, to cleanse himself of the dirt, grime, blood, and other random objects that had attached themselves to his glossy pelt, leaving it multi-colored instead of its usual sleek black color. As he went along, he paid mild attention to his surroundings, noticing that the smaller animals had learned by now and fled whenever they knew of his presence. He smirked to himself, finding this knowledge rather amusing. He had a sadistic sense of humor. That raven that had cawed and seemed to cackle at him was following him, flying from one branch to another, and whenever he would glance back at the obnoxious bird, it would cackle at him once more. He ignored it. That was his way, just ignore it and eventually it will tire of its relentless taunting, or it would end up dead. Either one suited him just fine, seeing as he could careless either way, because it didn't affect him in any way.

After a while, he stopped whenever the bird kept up its racket the whole time, and turned to glare at it. It just stared back at him, and he snarled at it, his blood-red opticals narrowed at the pest. If he had his way now, it would be his next meal. "Come down and fight, you useless pest!" he barked. It seemed to mock him, and he growled at it, baring bloodstained fangs in a wrath so deep, the foolish raven fell silent, staring at him in wonder and fear. He snorted and turned around once more, continuing his journey, or at least that was the plan. However, in a daring move that seemed more like to that of a kamikaze from World War II, the bird dive-bombed him. That was all he needed. He twisted and leaped into the air, his maw open wide and talons extended as his mitts aimed for the flesh of the bird. The bird was too close to pull out of it, though he tried, but it was far too late. He felt his fangs sink into the soft flesh of the raven, and he dropped to the ground, spitting it out. He chuckled and whispered demonically, “Only the strongest survive...." He spat on the bloody carcass of the bird and turned on his heel, padding off once more into the shadows, leaving it there to rot. Just before he disappeared, he glanced back and caught sight of more ravens and other birds landing to feed upon their fellow flyer. He laughed, a manic glint in his eyes, at the sight and continued on his path.

After what seemed like ages, he finally arrived at the river, dipping his maw into the water. He gulped it down for a second or two, then resorted to simply sipping and drinking, alternating the two depending on his preference. Once his thirst had been quenched, he turned and padded off to the edge of the clearing, leaving it and disappearing from the view of any watching. Then suddenly, he burst from the trees at a run and kept it up until he reached the shore of the river, where he used his legs as springs and leaped into the air, landing in the river with a huge splash! Water flew high into the air, spraying on both sides of the river and landing back into the river itself, causing ripples to spread out from the point of impact. Once the surface had smoothed itself once more, looking again like a mirror or frozen lake, he broke through the surface, swimming back to shore with a fish in his mouth. He stepped onto the shore and sat the fish down, putting a paw on it to keep it from getting away. He shook the water from his coat then picked the fish up in his mouth once more and padded about 20 feet from the river, where he promptly laid down with the fish between his paws.

Once he was comfortable, he bit into the fish, eating it slowly and savoring every bite. It was one of his favorite foods besides wolf. He enjoyed ripping through the slipper skin of the swimming creature, getting into the warm and delicious insides of it and feeling it go limp as its life fled from the torn and shredded body as it was being eaten alive. He enjoyed the feeling of its blood sliding down his throat and dripping down his chin onto his paws and the earthen ground below. Then he enjoyed chewing on the bones and eating the marrow within before leaving them there. Once he had finished, he padded back over to the river to wash the blood off. He waded in, and once he was satisfied that most all the blood was gone, he waded back out, stopping just beyond the joining of shore and water, and shook himself, feeling as though a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He then lifted his nares to the winds, sifting through the scents. Yes, Jecari had been near not too long ago, but the question was, where was she now? He would have to find out. He turned and padded off in the direction of her scent, hoping to find her well, or to find her at all.

Soon he had found her scent, and he followed it relentlessly, wondering where on earth she could be! It couldn't possibly be that hard to find her, could it? But obviously it could. He grew annoyed at the immense expanse of the island, which he had only just realized, and soon grew weary, but he would not - could not - stop now. He wouldn't stop until he knew where she was, no matter how long it took. Eventually, he came across her trail leading to the dens, but of course he didn't know that. He followed it for a bit, until he stopped in the distance, seeing a form outside a den, and he recognized it as Tyson. He knew Jecari was in the den, but obviously he wouldn't be able to speak with her just yet, so he would wait for whenever she came out to speak with her. He hoped she was okay. With a worried expression on his face, he turned back and kept on until he came to a nice tree. He leaped onto the lowest branch and laid down, stretching his form out across the sturdy branch and folding his paws across one another before laying his head on them, allowing his tail to hang freely below him. He wasn't far from the place of the battle earlier, but he didn't know about that and nor did he care. He closed his eyes and dozed off, images floating before him in his restless state of mock sleep...

[Drago]

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