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 Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2006 12:16 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2006 12:18 pm
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 The Legend of Black Claw
All tribes have their personal legends, some personal to that tribe alone, and some that spread across the nation for each and every tribe. One of the latter is the story of the young woman who was raised within the deep forest by a pack of noble wolves, forever living wild amongst the trees. Black Claw is one of these legends.
It is said that Black Claw's parents either left her within the woods (the parents are always of a different tribe), or sometimes that she was born out there amongst the trees, or the result of a pairing between a man and a seductive, shapeshifting wolf. It is said that Black Claw has run through the woods on all fours from the moment she was born, dipping her nose into water to drink, using her teeth and nails to bring down deer.
Some say that the howling of the wolves is brought on by Black Claw experiencing sorrow, or by her intense and terrible bloodlust; still more say it is brought by her glee. Nobody really knows too much about Black Claw.
In fact, only she knows the truth.
Black Claw was, contrary to belief, born amongst the local tribe. Her mother, however, died during her birth, and when her father saw not only this but that the child's eyes never lost their unearthly blue-white tint, he was convinced of the most horrific crime known to the Indians -- Witchcraft. Over six years he deduced and hunted down who he thought the Witch may be, and, vengeance in his heart, made to slaughter the woman and her family.
However, the woman's husband protected his wrongly-accused wife, and slayed Black Claw's father. Black Claw was merely six when this occured, and was considered a cursed soul -- blind, and her father had died in an attempt to kill an innocent whom he had accused to be a Witch.
Black Claw was raised by the tribe til she came of age at twelve; then the young woman was told to fend for herself. None would have her for a wife, fearful of whatever hex, whether cast by a witch or placed on her by her father's vengeful and spilt blood, she might bear. And the girl had begun to show another odd trait: that of the Seer. Through resignation she enacted her only possibility -- to live as a recluse within the deep trees of the forest.
Black Claw travelled for days and nights before she found a place to deposit her teepee, ensuring she was as far away from her ex-tribe as possible. Little did she realize she had housed herself near another Cherokee tribe, that of the Kawani.
Black Claw kept her home within the woods for quite a few years, finding friend or foe within the forest and dealing with it accordingly. For nearly five years the only other living beings she came across were animals; either wolves and foxes, or bear and deer. It was in this stage that she found Syn as a pup, while hunting in the woods. And it was during this time that she lost not only her sight, but her eyes as well.
Though technically blind, Black Claw could still make out the blurred shapes of objects before her, which helped her to scavenge food from the woods. One day, on a hunt for a berry bush or perhaps a fresh kill left behind from the wolves or coyotes of the woodland, she managed to become quite fortunate -- or so she thought. There was a nearly full, freshly killed deer carcass only about half a mile from her teepee; she could drag it back and have food for two days, maybe three, depending on how it kept. Unfortunately for her, she did not realize that there were others on the way to feast until it was too late.
All know the vicious ways of the coyote, and how protective they are of the most idiotic things; this kill belonged to one of the forest's many packs, and those who had not fed were coming to retrieve the kill. They did not take to this kindly, and, instead of letting the offense go, attacked the young woman.
The coyotes had bitten up Black Claw's face, chewing around her eyes and cheeks. Other nips landed around her body, but most were focused in those vital spots. However, the girl's screams did not go unheeded: a pack of wolves had heard the strangled and suffering sounds and came to see what was wrong. When the coyotes saw the wolves, attention was pulled from Black Claw to them, and for a moment they stood their ground. At least until the largest leapt out towards the coyotes; then they fled in fear.
The pack, in those odd ways of intelligence that the wolves occasionally show, sat around Black Claw as she came back into reality (she had passed out during the bites, as anyone experiencing that much pain and fear might do). When she stirred, she noticed that she could no longer see, that it felt like there were no longer eyes in her head. She whimpered and mewled, trying to crawl her way back home. The wolves stayed with her til she was near her teepee, nudging her along with their muzzles or giving her miniscule vocal signs so that she could find her way. They dispersed when she was around thirty yards from home, warded off by the protective and vicious Syn.
Her eyes were too damaged to be saved, and to prevent infection, Black Claw removed them with a knife she had crafted of stone, cautarized them with a hot stick from her fireplace. It was amazing that she had lived, for she had fallen into a terrible illness for weeks after, relying on Syn to bring her home whatever remains he could hunt out.
By the age of 18, a year after the accident, Black Claw was back on her feet and fending for herself again. However, she now had to take Syn with her wherever she went. Times were difficult and twice she almost caught her teepee afire, but she managed to make it on her own, things becoming easier as she came across other aids -- namely, Kveykva, Night Glider, and Danzleikr.
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Name: Black Claw
Age: 18
Appearance: Tan skin and a pretty though sharp face is surrounded by black hair that is allowed to hang loose and free, though it contains the occasional braid with a feather woven in. Her face is painted with red, black, and white 'eyes', while her actual eyes are non-existant. Her clothes consist of simple deerskin pants and a shirt, and she wears a cloak that sweeps the floor, made of fur and feather, for warmth while in the wood. Inside, this fur is commonly used as her bed. Black Claw is relatively thin and stands aroud 5'2" tall.
Personality: Quiet and withdrawn, Black Claw isn't terribly trusting of humans, but may welcome the occasional Cherokee into her home, should they even take the time to hunt it out.
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2006 12:19 pm
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Name: Danzleikr
Attitude: Arrogant and willful, Danzleikr will, most of the time, do as he pleases. Though he always swore he would avoid humans, he, for a reason he will never be able to describe, feels that he will never be able to leave Black Claw's side. However, he is also not ready to give up his freedom, nor will he ever be. Danzleikr prefers to be a lone stallion over seeking out a mate, partially because he feels he is so much better and more beautiful than everyone else. This does not prevent the young stallion from flirting, though. He is currently thankful to have a 'home' where he recieves food and shelter, but also where he is never tied down.
Posts In: #8C9DA6
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/Loki: Meh, kind of a strange fellow. Not too bad, I guess. I'm much prettier than he is, though.
/Night Glider: Well. I live with her. She's... nice. I guess.
+/Glamrock: PREGNANT?
Name: Night Glider
Attitude: Night Glider is a typically cheerful soul. The young mare prefers to be outside during the night as opposed to most Soquili's preference to daylight, and will spend hours running through the forest and clearing, staring up at the stars around her. Night Glider adores nothing more than the night sky and will sleep all day long just to be able to stare at it that night.
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/Danzleikr: He seems a bit arrogant to me, but he's not around too often.
Name: Fraliga
Attitude: Fraliga is a quieter soul, very much unlike her father. She spends most of her time daydreaming, and has yet to be known to actually speak to another Soquili -- not even her siblings. Is she mute, or just shy?
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Name: Dusk
Attitude: Dusk is of the quieter sort, though can be rather talkative when his interest is sparked. He seems to question a lot, though is a very, very good listener. He is not violent in the least: such emotions do not register with this Soquili very often, and if they do he just retreats and waits for the soothing effects of flying against the night sky, inspecting every star. He occasionally wishes he could get closer to them, but realizes that his wings may never take him there. Though his head is sometimes in the clouds, Dusk is still very down to earth.
Posts In: #453D55
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2006 12:21 pm
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 Name: Kveykva
Species: Wolf
Personality: The most shy of Black Claw's wolves, Kveykva is known for her quiet and peaceful manner. She is laid back and easy going, hoping to some day be able to create a family. However, she considers Syn a less-than-adequate mate.
History: Kveykva was found by Black Claw around the end of the moon of Usgiyi. She had sustained a small injury to her forepaw, a minor sprain, but nothing too damaging. Black Claw, as per tradition, took the young wolf back to her teepee and helped nurse her back into health. Since that day, Kveykva has been a loyal companion to Black Claw.
Name: Syn
Species: Wolf
Personality: Syn is a rather violent wolf, favoring destruction; one who will kill for sheer joy of it. The only thing that keeps him from doing so is the scorn he recieves from Black Claw, the only being he will ever consider in a higher ranking than he. Arrogant, he will most likely never take a mate for the mere fact that he could never hope to find one as good as he sees himself.
History: Syn was found as a pup by Black Claw, parents nowhere to be seen. Although she could not see the marks on his face so similar to her own, Black Claw favored the pup and raised him well -- and perhaps spoiled him a bit too much. Though he was practically a lap dog, Syn still turned out to be a very feral creature, so much that even Black Claw sometimes has a hard time taking control over him. |
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2006 12:23 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2006 12:28 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2006 12:30 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2006 1:08 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2006 1:10 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2006 1:11 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2006 1:12 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2006 1:14 pm
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