Post by Mistral Afterlight on Nov 13, 2006 19:19:43 GMT -5
Name: Mistral Afterlight
---Explanation: Since she looked so similar to her fraternal twin, Tempest Afterglow, the second name was given to mark the time at which she was born.
Description: The vixen was small in frame, possibly from being one of the runts of her litter. Her build was lanky as well, muscle yet to completely fill in where it should, due mainly to her having recently reached her full size. Her age didn’t reflect such a physical demeanor, at least in the place she was raised with her brother, twenty four long years.
The color of her fur bore the unmistakable trait of the silver fox gene, though in an offset way. While her brother’s fur pattern was the same as any normal silver fox, her fur was mainly black, with silver points. The shade of her eyes shone brilliantly against the ebony – a vibrant, predawn blue.
Abilities/Powers: Like her twin brother, Mistral has found a certain adeptness with the element of air. The soft ruffle of her fur that was caused by a breeze during any time of the year was simply wonderful to Mistral. Like her brother, the vixen hardly ever accounted this love of wind to their names.
The powers first arose while they were living with their brother, both discovering them in different ways. But the trigger situations each held a similarity, the ability was initially brought on by a situation of peril and fear. Though the two had decided to keep these abilities a secret from their family, they did practice. And at their current age, they could be considered novice air elementalists at the least.
Background: The night was one of a dark moon, and it was under this that Mistral and her siblings were born under. The family she was born into was one of red foxes, but her fur color set her apart from the others immediately, along with her twin brother. Where Tempests fur was the normal black fur overlaid with silver, Mistral’s fur followed a mirror effect, being silver-gray overlaid with black.
Why their mother gave them names of strong storm winds on such a calm night was a mystery, simply brushed aside without much thought. Most foxes in their family were given only one name, but since Mistral and her brother were so similar in appearance – twins – their mother gave them each a second name, marking the time they were born. Mistral, being born after the sun had gone down and the world had been shrouded in utter night, was given the second name of Afterlight.
As the litter grew in size, Mistral and her brother seemed to fall behind in such things, the reasoning simply being put to them being the runts of the litter. The other foxes from their litter grew large enough to go out and learn how to hunt. Eventually they reached full size, and went out to begin families of their own, but still Mistral and Tempest were the size of kits. Nobody worried about their growth rate too much; there was never even any talk about it being strange, or at least...not around Mistral and Tempest. But their parents began to worry, because the two older foxes were reaching the end of their life and with Mistral and Tempest still so young, another home would need to be found.
The first born of their litter, their ‘older’ brother (Tempest was second born, Mistral third, and there were two others – a brother and sister – born after them) let them live in his den. By now he had a mate, and kits of his own; Mistral and Tempest fit right in with the kits, being able to play with them as if they were littermates themselves. For a long while, the only odd thing about the two was their growth rate...but eventually stranger things began to happen.
It started with a cave in caused by a mishap that happened to Tempest, and a few days after that Mistral had an experience of her own. The two were playing on a small ledge by the nearby river. There, the ground was relatively unstable, and at one point during their play the earth fell away from beneath Mistral’s paws. Tempest had been farther up the bank, and so was out of danger, but Mistral had to make a jump for it. As she did, the wind seemingly carried her farther than she would normally have gone, bringing her to safety by her brother’s side; this was her first experience with their strange air affinity. Something the two decided to keep secret from the rest of their family.
More time went by, and soon even their brother’s kits were old enough to find mates of their own. Soon after that their brothers and sister had grandkits, leaving Mistral and Tempest deciding that it was time they leave their brother’s den to find their own. The two were still young, holding no desire to find mates of their own, and so found a simple enough den to share. By now they were the eldest foxes in the area, and many thought them to hold some wisdom about them. But the truth was that they had the same mental capacity as any fox their physical age, Mistral and Tempest were not yet even full grown.
Their littermates fell prey to old age, and the offspring of their kits grew quickly, learning to hunt and finding mates of their own. Finally, around the same time that these grandkits of their littermates were starting families, Mistral and Tempest reached their full growth. Soon these grandkits would have kits of their own, but the twins had decided that they had already lost too many loved ones to the years. It would be best if they left, it was decided. And so they did, before the kits were born, else they become attached to another generation. By now, they were twenty three years old.
The wandering that commenced for the two seemed to be such a short time, while in reality it lasted at least a year. One full year of wandering with none but each other, and still they were without answers, and without a home. One particularly night would be different though, leaving them to fall asleep only to wake up in a new world. Mistral was woken up by her brother, and the two found themselves in a strange new place that – to Mistral – simply felt more alive than where they’d fallen asleep. The water seemingly sprouting from the rocks added to the effect.
Not much talking was needed before a decision was made on what to do with this situation. They would set out and explore this new land, find others to ask. They would search, they would find answers, and perhaps...they would find a home.
Roleplay Example: (This is in reply to Tempest’s roleplay example)
The sleep had been a rather peaceful one, particularly with the sun falling down onto her ebony pelt and warming her. Such a peaceful sleep should not have been broken by something startling...yet hers was. Her brother had shaken water from his own pelt onto her, bringing her to wakefulness with a sharp yelp, her feet immediately gathering themselves beneath her with claws scratching against the stone she stood on.
Stone? was her first conscious thought, considering the two had fallen asleep in a meadow of soft grass. The sound of moving water came to her ears, causing them to flick, and that was when she noticed her brother’s sopping appearance. Amusing as he was, the scenery around them drew her attention quickly away. It was simply breathtaking. Never before had she beheld plants so green, water so blue. Mistral realized that this was a new world, there was no way it could be the one they were born into. This place...it was too alive.
That thought was solidified as she noticed where the waterfall in front of them was coming from. Beneath the rock, would be her first guess. But no. It seemed to Mistral that the water was coming from inside the rock. “Where...? This place...” she began to ask her twin, but the words were stolen from her as her eyes swept over the landscape once more. All but one, which seemed to describe this world so perfectly. “...Beautiful.”
---Explanation: Since she looked so similar to her fraternal twin, Tempest Afterglow, the second name was given to mark the time at which she was born.
Description: The vixen was small in frame, possibly from being one of the runts of her litter. Her build was lanky as well, muscle yet to completely fill in where it should, due mainly to her having recently reached her full size. Her age didn’t reflect such a physical demeanor, at least in the place she was raised with her brother, twenty four long years.
The color of her fur bore the unmistakable trait of the silver fox gene, though in an offset way. While her brother’s fur pattern was the same as any normal silver fox, her fur was mainly black, with silver points. The shade of her eyes shone brilliantly against the ebony – a vibrant, predawn blue.
Abilities/Powers: Like her twin brother, Mistral has found a certain adeptness with the element of air. The soft ruffle of her fur that was caused by a breeze during any time of the year was simply wonderful to Mistral. Like her brother, the vixen hardly ever accounted this love of wind to their names.
The powers first arose while they were living with their brother, both discovering them in different ways. But the trigger situations each held a similarity, the ability was initially brought on by a situation of peril and fear. Though the two had decided to keep these abilities a secret from their family, they did practice. And at their current age, they could be considered novice air elementalists at the least.
Background: The night was one of a dark moon, and it was under this that Mistral and her siblings were born under. The family she was born into was one of red foxes, but her fur color set her apart from the others immediately, along with her twin brother. Where Tempests fur was the normal black fur overlaid with silver, Mistral’s fur followed a mirror effect, being silver-gray overlaid with black.
Why their mother gave them names of strong storm winds on such a calm night was a mystery, simply brushed aside without much thought. Most foxes in their family were given only one name, but since Mistral and her brother were so similar in appearance – twins – their mother gave them each a second name, marking the time they were born. Mistral, being born after the sun had gone down and the world had been shrouded in utter night, was given the second name of Afterlight.
As the litter grew in size, Mistral and her brother seemed to fall behind in such things, the reasoning simply being put to them being the runts of the litter. The other foxes from their litter grew large enough to go out and learn how to hunt. Eventually they reached full size, and went out to begin families of their own, but still Mistral and Tempest were the size of kits. Nobody worried about their growth rate too much; there was never even any talk about it being strange, or at least...not around Mistral and Tempest. But their parents began to worry, because the two older foxes were reaching the end of their life and with Mistral and Tempest still so young, another home would need to be found.
The first born of their litter, their ‘older’ brother (Tempest was second born, Mistral third, and there were two others – a brother and sister – born after them) let them live in his den. By now he had a mate, and kits of his own; Mistral and Tempest fit right in with the kits, being able to play with them as if they were littermates themselves. For a long while, the only odd thing about the two was their growth rate...but eventually stranger things began to happen.
It started with a cave in caused by a mishap that happened to Tempest, and a few days after that Mistral had an experience of her own. The two were playing on a small ledge by the nearby river. There, the ground was relatively unstable, and at one point during their play the earth fell away from beneath Mistral’s paws. Tempest had been farther up the bank, and so was out of danger, but Mistral had to make a jump for it. As she did, the wind seemingly carried her farther than she would normally have gone, bringing her to safety by her brother’s side; this was her first experience with their strange air affinity. Something the two decided to keep secret from the rest of their family.
More time went by, and soon even their brother’s kits were old enough to find mates of their own. Soon after that their brothers and sister had grandkits, leaving Mistral and Tempest deciding that it was time they leave their brother’s den to find their own. The two were still young, holding no desire to find mates of their own, and so found a simple enough den to share. By now they were the eldest foxes in the area, and many thought them to hold some wisdom about them. But the truth was that they had the same mental capacity as any fox their physical age, Mistral and Tempest were not yet even full grown.
Their littermates fell prey to old age, and the offspring of their kits grew quickly, learning to hunt and finding mates of their own. Finally, around the same time that these grandkits of their littermates were starting families, Mistral and Tempest reached their full growth. Soon these grandkits would have kits of their own, but the twins had decided that they had already lost too many loved ones to the years. It would be best if they left, it was decided. And so they did, before the kits were born, else they become attached to another generation. By now, they were twenty three years old.
The wandering that commenced for the two seemed to be such a short time, while in reality it lasted at least a year. One full year of wandering with none but each other, and still they were without answers, and without a home. One particularly night would be different though, leaving them to fall asleep only to wake up in a new world. Mistral was woken up by her brother, and the two found themselves in a strange new place that – to Mistral – simply felt more alive than where they’d fallen asleep. The water seemingly sprouting from the rocks added to the effect.
Not much talking was needed before a decision was made on what to do with this situation. They would set out and explore this new land, find others to ask. They would search, they would find answers, and perhaps...they would find a home.
Roleplay Example: (This is in reply to Tempest’s roleplay example)
The sleep had been a rather peaceful one, particularly with the sun falling down onto her ebony pelt and warming her. Such a peaceful sleep should not have been broken by something startling...yet hers was. Her brother had shaken water from his own pelt onto her, bringing her to wakefulness with a sharp yelp, her feet immediately gathering themselves beneath her with claws scratching against the stone she stood on.
Stone? was her first conscious thought, considering the two had fallen asleep in a meadow of soft grass. The sound of moving water came to her ears, causing them to flick, and that was when she noticed her brother’s sopping appearance. Amusing as he was, the scenery around them drew her attention quickly away. It was simply breathtaking. Never before had she beheld plants so green, water so blue. Mistral realized that this was a new world, there was no way it could be the one they were born into. This place...it was too alive.
That thought was solidified as she noticed where the waterfall in front of them was coming from. Beneath the rock, would be her first guess. But no. It seemed to Mistral that the water was coming from inside the rock. “Where...? This place...” she began to ask her twin, but the words were stolen from her as her eyes swept over the landscape once more. All but one, which seemed to describe this world so perfectly. “...Beautiful.”
