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| Topic Started: Jan 7 2017, 03:26 PM (38 Views) | |
| Davina | Jan 7 2017, 03:26 PM Post #1 |
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vTz8M8BZ3xc Name: Makkitotosimew (Yes, you have to use the whole thing, unless you've been given leave to use Mew) Race: Shifter Gender: Female Age: 22 Abilities: Psy : Detect, Evo, Metal Alchemy. Token Trait applied to Rank 1 Telepathy Appearance The female: 5'10, dark red hair that is always up, gold eyes that are too big for her face, pointed ears, small nose that turns up slightly at the tip and a wide mouth with a slight scatter of freckles where whiskers might grow. 180lbs of well stacked woman, tight muscles are well hidden under lush breasts and softly curved hips. The fox: Red, luxurious fur with white at the ear and tail, about 15lbs The Fighter: In her hybrid form she maintains the size and body type of the woman while becoming covered in a layer of red fur, her face becomes like the fox. Clothing and Attire She prefers soft fabrics, eschewing the harder leathers for cottons and occasionally silks. Personality: Silent, watchful and occasionally bursting with energy she's a female who keeps most of her thoughts to herself and while she has the temper often associated with the color of her fur it's always a surprise for both friend and foe. She's aware of her physical attractiveness and makes no show of hiding it, instead accepts herself and uses the tool kit the great Goddess gave her. She's practical and though raised primarily in the human world then eventually trained with the Lycan she has little need for pack or physical possessions. Both are tools, means to an end if it were and while she enjoys company it's almost always to watch rather than create the moment. History Abandoned at a cottage outside of some human settlement she was raised normally by an older couple who mistook her for an orphan abandoned by a young mother. They doted on her, allowed her every indulgence and rarely were able to keep up with the always curious toddler. The first change was frightening, for both child and parents, mistaken for cursed she spent the next two years being hidden until she gained control then taken to every sorcerer and medicine woman that the couple could find. She learned to hide herself for their comfort but she wondered in her bed at night. At her tenth year with Ben and Jyoti the pair caught a lung infection, already Mew's powers were showing to be something ineffective against the human disease. Time wasn't something even she could ignore now. Jyoti sent for a distant cousin, one who was rumored to speak with animals, hoping that she would be sending her girl into a home where she might be understood. Mew was devastated and retaliated by running from the new man, throwing herself into the form so long denied. Senses heightened, she ran screaming into the night, overwhelmed as the forest swallowed her she ran for what felt like miles in her child's mind. Her ears caught each wail and crash and blew the cracks of branches into an army of monsters coming for her, new smells, so strong now were more terrifying until she finally stopped being able to run any further. The little bundle of red was matted now, limp and making mewing noises wasn't hard to find, not for the older man, he had simply to follow the cries that were so strange in these woods. When he sat next to it, carefully covering the trembling body with a large hand, he understood the pain she felt and for a moment hung his head to grieve with the small creature. Mark hadn't known when he came to the summons but now he did, they had found a shifter somehow and he scanned the woods as though her parents might suddenly return. He could take her home, his own wife would accept her as she was but they'd never be able to give her what she'd need. When he knew her breaths were those of a sleeping child he carefully gathered the tiny fox and brought her back to the cottage. She ran twice more, both times making it little further than a mile, before she accepted him another two weeks to get her to quit disappearing under the home when it was time to leave. The journey brought them far from the rolling hills she had always known but they brought her closer to the forests, to the sounds and smells that brought a primal comfort even as her young mind worked through all the changes. Mark was different from mom and dad, encouraging her to change forms, to express herself in the way that was natural in both. He helped her though his ability to speak with animals until he realized she could both hear and speak his mind when she wanted to. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KfDr_7LN-Ew His wife, Bethanny, he would later claim saved the small kit hundreds of times in the first year Mew stayed with them. She was so silent at times, you'd barely know she was there and then suddenly you'd hear a crash and discover she was trying to figure out how to climb the spice rack. It was Bethanny who found the old druid who knew of an emerging pack of lycanthropes, one who had pulled into settlement and was trying to establish itself. Perhaps, though lycan weren't foxes, they would know how to find Mew her kind. The couple loved the girl but they were quickly being out thought by the clever mind and they knew she'd need to find a purpose soon. By her twelfth summer she was blooming, becoming tall and lush with a fairy face and a mind like steel trap, Mark and Bethanny were desperate when they loaded up for the trip to the woods. They needed help! It didn't take long to find the pack.... well for the pack to find them really, between the magic he was putting off and the mental yelling he was doing at every animal and the small uproar the fox seemed to set off in the woods when she was running about at night they were a problem. Pretty soon it was decided by the council, well, mostly Zara's soft heart for troubled headstrong children and the quick bond formed between the twins and the fox that Mew would stay, learn the pack life and then make her own choices when adulthood hit her. This part of life was easy, she was fed, loved and smothered. She loved the pack for their values but so often felt stiffed under the sheer number of bodies and voices. Kithy figured quickly that Mew wouldn't be the one to throw the punches. The older female had just reported to Raghnall that the girl sadly had no combat use when a group of males began to harass the girl about her body. Both adults had started forward, each with looks of terrifying fury on their faces when the girls wide gold eyes seemed to snap with temper then she smiled a little. One male fell over, as though asleep while another began to scream with wide eyes at her as though afraid and the third took a large cooking pot to the face, Mew stood in the midst of it all looking calm and serene. Both stood a second before Kithy punched Raghnall's shoulder and announced he had obviously been mistaken, she needed a different kind of training. At 16 she was given the ceremony to show she had entered adulthood she celebrated with both families then bid quiet goodbyes to those she had become most close with. She needed to be alone, needed to hunt, needed the space and quiet. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O0lf_fE3HwA For more than a year she saw no one else, spoke with none but the others like her. She tried to find others who could change but no matter the size of the pack there were none and none knew of any others. It was easy to avoid people, towns and villages were more than detectable and the occasional hunts were nothing more than mind tricks to be played. She could speak multiple languages now, those of the fox, those of the humans and the howls and yips of her pack. The humans had taught her the basics of reading so, during a particularly boring week where she found herself in heat she taught herself to read the humans books. Most she was able to pull from camps were stupid with sadly embelished male and female parts. But she had found a very lovely one about the relationships between men and women of their type with love. It was a pretty story. Mark became ill and despite trying Mew wasn't able to make it back before his life was gone but it left Mew with a dilemma. Bethany. Humans were strange creatures, fragile and somehow less able to adapt. Mew had needed this female as a child now the female needed her. She was finished roaming. Two weeks later. She was going to bring Bethanny to the pack, or she was going to bury her in the backyard. The woman never put ANYTHING away in the right places. Another council meeting. This time it wasn't up to Zara, she was facing Kithy and that made life harder. Kithy hated the humans. The price for protecting Bethanny had been steep on one level, she'd still loose her freedom but she would work on Audwin's personal guard until such time as Bethanny died. In return Bethanny would be integrated into the pack as a teacher for the young, no one in the pack lived without working. Since Bethanny cried happy tears Mew surrendered to her fate. Edited by Davina, Jan 7 2017, 03:29 PM.
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