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Post by Iskierka on Dec 3, 2014 21:30:55 GMT
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"A lady who can protect herself as an individual. We need more of those in this land."
It would have been a lie if Iskierka had said she wasn’t a tad bit surprised by this. She had expected laughter or perhaps a hint of doubt, but she was met with neither. Usually it seemed easier for wolves to doubt the strength of a femme, especially one of Iskierka’s proportions. She was not small nor was she short, but she certainly was not excessively large or imposing, and her figure was clearly feminine. It was her spirit that made her so strong, her feisty temperament and fierce determination. She had proved this time after time, but it seemed as if it would not be necessary with Esperanza.
"No worries, I'm not going to rip your throat out for sniffing a scent marker.” Dragged out of her thoughts, Iskierka narrowed her eyes to slits and cast the alpha a dark look. Not threatening – no, Iskierka wasn’t about to brawl over a few words, but her expression was very clear: I’d like to see you try. This, however, was followed by a smug yet playful grin. It was obvious that Esperanza had meant the remark sarcastically and not as a threat, proven by the clear laugh that followed, so Iskierka was sure to react in a similar manor. She liked Esperanza, although she hadn’t known her for very long yet. There was always the chance that something would happen to shatter the fragile peace, but Iskierka severely doubted it. The alpha seemed cool, collected, and kind.
As Esperanza went on to detail the numbers of her pack, or the lack thereof, Iskierka listened attentively. Indeed it seemed as if the wolves of the park had made themselves scarce, although she’d heard that Dexerous’s pack was growing steadily in numbers. The thought made her shake her head just slightly in disbelief. She, as a headstrong she-wolf, could never imagine following someone like Dexerous. If the rumors proved true, he was a strict leader, hard and cold like ice. She had encountered wolves like him before, and they never had the patience to deal with her temperament. They always thought they could break her, could turn her into a sniveling, soulless puppet. Ha! Iskierka would be damned if she ever allowed anyone to take away what made her….well, her.
"Not much of a pack wolf, huh? I used to be like that, then eventually I wanted to take over what I used to be - a leader. It's in our nature to be together, or at least so I've witnessed. Maybe some wolves are different."
At this, Iskierka glanced up, casting her amber gaze on the alpha. Esperanza had certainly spoken true. Although Iskierka knew she was strong enough to survive on her own, there were times where she missed bounding across an expanse of terrain, her pack mates barking excitedly as they closed in on a herd of deer they’d hunted for miles. Or the beautiful, haunting songs that they would sing at night with only the owls and fireflies to hear, before curling against each other in the dens, safe in their numbers. The longing to fit in, the need to work together as one extended family, was fierce. Although she would never openly admit it, Iskierka wanted it again. ”It’s not that I mind packs, really,” she began slowly, staring at the smooth surface of the water as she spoke, voice full of resentment. ”It’s that they mind me. I don’t deal well with being treated like property, or like a slave. I will gladly and loyally serve an alpha who deserves it, not one who intimidates and bullies to gain false respect. And I can be a little too…outspoken for most alpha’s tastes.” This last was delivered with a coy smirk, although she could still feel the anger bubbling just beneath her skin. She had a good heart, a brave heart, and it rankled her pride that anyone would doubt that.
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Post by Iskierka on Nov 30, 2014 2:04:09 GMT
 EsperanzaWORDS: 458 NOTES: Sorry it's on the short side D; I'm a bit tired from christmas shopping. |
"Exploring."
It was the simplest of answers, offered with a smile that made Iskierka pause in her verbal assault. She’d expected a startled response, perhaps even anger, but the female was calm and cool instead. Mentally shrugging this off, Iskierka observed the stranger silently, waiting. She assumed that more would be said, and she wasn’t wrong.
"How about you? Such a pretty thing should be off in secure numbers, don't need some male herding you around like a pet."
”Ha!” Iskierka snorted, making no attempt to hide her scowl of disdain; not at the female, but instead at what she suggested. ”I’d like to see a brute try to bully me. It wouldn’t be the first time, and the last one lost half an ear when he tried.” Smiling smugly, Iskierka took a moment to relieve the memory. He’d been quite pushy, really, ignoring her snapping jaws and sharp words of warning. He’d insisted on grabbing her by the scruff, attempting to steer her in the opposite direction, and Iskierka had snapped. A twist of her shoulders, a tad bit of force, the look of surprise on his face as she’d wheeled and chomped down on the delicate ear…it had been a lesson he wasn’t soon to forget.
Forcing herself out of her reverie, she glanced up the meet the stranger’s gaze as she spoke once more. "I am Esperanza, leader of the Grand Canyon pack just beyond the horizon over there." Ah, so she was an alpha. Well that certainly explained her coolness. Iskierka had heard of the Grand Canyon pack, certainly, but she’d never ventured near enough to meet the alpha. She’d also avoided Cougar Creek, although not on purpose. She’d heard a brute ruled there, not the nicest of alphas, and she knew that to encroach on his territory would result in a challenge. She had no interest in leading a pack, but any challenge offered, Iskierka gladly accepted. Perhaps one day she would tempt fate, but not now.
”Iskierka,” she responded quickly, a clear but brief introduction. She trailed closer to the water, letting her paw pads kiss the cool liquid of the lake as she considered what she’d learned. ”The Grand Canyon pack, hm? I didn’t realize I’d wandered so close to your territory.” Here she paused, gazing out across the water as the wind caressed the shorter fur of her face, the spring chill cooling her where she stood. She was too tense to sit, too full of energy, so she remained standing with her head held high and her ears pricked forward.
After a moment, she turned back to face Esperanza, her eyes narrowed with consideration. ”You might really be something, if you’re an alpha. Is your pack quite large?”
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Post by Iskierka on Nov 28, 2014 22:27:17 GMT
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It was, Iskierka had to admit, a beautiful day.
She had wandered far from her original location, but with no one to answer to and no place to call home, there was little else to do. Not that she minded, of course. Adventure was what Iskierka lived for, and although she was not presently doing anything very exciting, it was better than sitting still. The sun warmed her back as the loped around the lake, the bright rays illuminating the various colors of her fur: deep red, soft cream, a hint of golden here and there, and the brown. This was one of the few places in Yellowstone that Iskierka hadn’t yet visited, and she was particularly looking forward to fish, if she could catch any.
Approaching the lake, she paused at the very edge, her toenails barely breaking the water. The surface was smooth and glassy, and if she peered hard enough to look past her reflection, she could spot silvery fishes jutting back of forth. Some were too small to bother with, but occasionally she would spot a larger one weaving in and out of the tiny schools. Fishing took patience, which was the one thing Iskierka lacked, but she hated an empty belly more than anything else, so she stood still and silent, watching. There was a moment where one of the fish, seemingly forgetting the danger that lurked about, darted too close to the surface and Iskierka sprang, jutting her muzzle under the water with a loud splash. The other fish dispersed quickly after that, but her teeth had closed over a slimy, wriggling body. Triumphant, she danged away from the edge, snorting water as the fish flopped in her jaws. She snapped them shut completely, killing it at once before laying it in the grass. It was of medium sizing, enough to hold her over, and she laid down to pick happily at the carcass. She’d found that fish were often more trouble than they were worth with all the needle-sharp bones, but this one parted from its ribs and spine easily, leaving her with a mouth full of meat. When she’d finished, she left the carcass for the gathering crows and resumed her path around the lake.
It was a long while before she spotted the shape in the distance, and it caught her off guard. The wind was unfortunately blowing away from her, so Iskierka hardly saw the wolf until she was only several feet away. Pausing, she tilted her head and observed. The fur of the beast was an appealing creamy color, with a splash of gold across the face. Another wolf might call from afar, or turn away entirely, but Iskierka had no interest in tucking her tail like a coward. Lifting her head proudly, she approached the wolf, who had settled down before the lake. Now that she was nearer, Iskierka could smell her – and the scent was most definitely feminine.
”I hope I haven’t wandered into some strangers territory on accident,” she announced, although she was almost certain that the area was unclaimed. She hadn’t smelled any scent markers, and as far as she knew none of the packs had expanded…but one could never be sure anymore. Snorting, she narrowed her eyes as she observed the female, as if to get a better look at her. ”Whatever are you doing out here on your own?”
Of course, the same could be asked of Iskierka herself, and she truly had no right to demand any answers out of the she-wolf, but her curiosity ran rampant and there was no reining it in.
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Post by Iskierka on Nov 28, 2014 2:35:25 GMT
ISKIERKA THE BASICS;; Full Name: Iskierka
Gender: Female
Age: 3 years
Breed: Red wolf x Apennine Wolf
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Pack: Loner, until she chooses a pack to suite her
Alias: Raven
DIGGING A LITTLE DEEPER;; Appearance: See image. Height is 32 inches, weight is 87 lbs.
Personality:
Iskierka has been steadfastly stubborn since the day she could speak and think for herself. She is, in short, loud, opinionated, hot-tempered, and reckless. Once she has gotten an idea into her mind, she will allow no one to stop her and nothing to get in her way. While some would call her determined, others would call her arrogant, and often times she does not stop to consider the downside to her actions. She is whip-smart, but her quick thinking often leads her to act rashly, and she has a very small amount of patience. The worst thing that one could possibly call Iskierka is ”coward”; she rarely, if ever, backs down from a challenge, which is not entirely a positive thing when the odds are not in her favor. While she is certainly brave with the spirit of a warrior, Iskierka has trouble fitting into pack life due to her very abrupt nature and her tendency to disobey orders. With a good dose of patience and discipline, she would be a valuable addition to any group, and when she comes to care about something, she is fiercely loyal and passionate. She does not necessarily mean any harm with her behavior, as she simply craves the idea of living a courageous, fun life, and wishes to leave her mark on the world.
History:
Born to two loner parents in Yellowstone, Iskierka was graced with the vivid red fur of her mother and deep, fiery eyes. She was birthed in the dark depths of a cavern, nestled again two brothers and a sister. From the beginning, it was clear that while Iskierka was not the largest pup, she was certainly the liveliest. The moment that she could speak, it became very clear that she had acquired her temperament from her mother, harsh and boisterous in behavior. Both of her parent’s species, the red wolf and the Apennine, produced a high tendency to provocation in the pup; she was prone to brawl with her brothers and hiss scathing insults at her daintier sisters. As the pups grew, the smallest of Iskiera’s sisters passed away to illness, shortly followed by one of her brothers. This her mother blamed entirely on herself, falling into a brief period of depression; being of the red wolf species, she had known that the possibility of losing pups was very real, but had mated anyways.
Iskierka was always prone to show affection to her father more than her mother, who flickered between emotions quicker than the weather changed. She was never particularly close to any of her siblings, although the only one who she could remotely tolerate was her last living brother. In the beginning, Iskierka would sneak away whenever their parents weren’t watching, ridiculing her brother until he joined her for one of her “adventures”. This often involved hunting squirrels, playing tag, and wrestling in the forest. As they aged, her brother accompanied her less and less until Iskierka began to sneak off alone. Despite her mother’s irritation at her behavior, she would still go. Often times she would overhear her parents quarreling on her behalf, with her mother insisting that Iskierka was out of control while her father scoffed and claimed that she had “all the feisty of a warrior”. And indeed she did, for while her sister was more prone to helping their mother with shaman-like abilities and her brother preferred quietly scouting, Iskierka was always quick to meet any threat alongside her father. Hunting was not her strong suite; she was far too impatient to wait, and often times her prey would escape her in her reckless haste, so this she left to her brother and instead took up the role of ‘warrior’ in their tiny pack. While it was effective, her father continued to chide her for her lack of discipline, stating that she would need more order to ever function in a true pack. She never truly considered his words to be of much importance concerning the matter.
As she grew, Iskierka began to grow bored of the monotony life with her family provided. By this time she was nearing her fourth year, and while her brother and sister showed no signs of breaking from their aging parents, Iskierka longed for more. She parted from them one day with a sudden burst of inspiration burning through her, driving her paws, pushing her on.
THE FINAL TOUCH;; Role-play Experience: 8 years experience.
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