Werewolf Moonsong
Clan:
Character description
On an overhanging cliff she stands, a silhouette against the majesty of the full moon. Her gentle limbs and chest quake with energy. Silver fur- the colour of her bane yet the beauty of her grace- sways in the breeze that carries the scent of the forest and the distant sea. She turns, intelligent blue eyes searching the darkness of night for the glimmer of fur or padding of paws that signals the coming of her kin.
And in the night comes a voice, a howl carried on the winds. It is far, and it is lonely. It is the only call of comfort that reaches her heightened ears.
The warmth of love and comfort flows through her veins at the call, and the urge to respond becomes too great. She raises her slender muzzle to the heavens and begins to sing.
To her ears and those of the inhabitants of the wood, her voice is not beckoning or inviting. It is filled to the brim with grief and despair, and the love for all those lost. Her song is traced with a sorrow that cannot be healed nor hidden behind false smiles. It is a goodbye, a reminder of the cold, hard truths that trace the lands of this modern world and the blood spilt through death and pain. And her song carries far in reach, filling the hearts and souls of her audience. It reminds them of the heartaches of the earth, and the scars that gouge the trees and the forest. But more than anything, her song begins to heal in the slowest manner. It is the song of healing, and though it is laden with hardships and sorrow, the world begins to find solice in the reminder of love that she sings to the night.
When her call fades to silence, her azure eyes a-glittering in the light of the moon and the stars, she falls to her forelegs. She is more wolf than human tonight, and that being sings to her heart. It is time for the hunt, for the battle against those that scarred the lands and gouged hurt into the hearts of the wolves. The creatures that flew on the wings of night without caring for the beauty of the moon, unable to find peace in the songs of the wolves. It was the drinkers of blood that would rue the day they hurt her kin.
Casting a solumn eye to the moon, she turns, long and slender tail tracing the air behind her. But she stops, and looks back. The beauty of her fur in the white glow casts an austere image, making her appear like the ghosts with their haunting lanterns that remain like footprints on this world. And as a grim smile creeps to her lips lined with fur, she vanishes into the night, under the canopy of leaves and the walls of shrub that line the floor.
For she is Moonsong, and when the moon sings high in the starry sky, so too does she.
And in the night comes a voice, a howl carried on the winds. It is far, and it is lonely. It is the only call of comfort that reaches her heightened ears.
The warmth of love and comfort flows through her veins at the call, and the urge to respond becomes too great. She raises her slender muzzle to the heavens and begins to sing.
To her ears and those of the inhabitants of the wood, her voice is not beckoning or inviting. It is filled to the brim with grief and despair, and the love for all those lost. Her song is traced with a sorrow that cannot be healed nor hidden behind false smiles. It is a goodbye, a reminder of the cold, hard truths that trace the lands of this modern world and the blood spilt through death and pain. And her song carries far in reach, filling the hearts and souls of her audience. It reminds them of the heartaches of the earth, and the scars that gouge the trees and the forest. But more than anything, her song begins to heal in the slowest manner. It is the song of healing, and though it is laden with hardships and sorrow, the world begins to find solice in the reminder of love that she sings to the night.
When her call fades to silence, her azure eyes a-glittering in the light of the moon and the stars, she falls to her forelegs. She is more wolf than human tonight, and that being sings to her heart. It is time for the hunt, for the battle against those that scarred the lands and gouged hurt into the hearts of the wolves. The creatures that flew on the wings of night without caring for the beauty of the moon, unable to find peace in the songs of the wolves. It was the drinkers of blood that would rue the day they hurt her kin.
Casting a solumn eye to the moon, she turns, long and slender tail tracing the air behind her. But she stops, and looks back. The beauty of her fur in the white glow casts an austere image, making her appear like the ghosts with their haunting lanterns that remain like footprints on this world. And as a grim smile creeps to her lips lined with fur, she vanishes into the night, under the canopy of leaves and the walls of shrub that line the floor.
For she is Moonsong, and when the moon sings high in the starry sky, so too does she.
Statistics
| Total loot: | 1,981.27 kgs of flesh |
| Victims bitten (via link): | 9 |
| Fights: | 103 |
| Victories: | 4 |
| Defeats: | 99 |
| Draws: | 0 |
| Gold gained: | ~ 0.00  |
| Gold lost: | ~ 1,000.00 |
| Damage to enemies: | 712.78 |
| Damage from enemies: | 10421.71 |
The attributes of Moonsong:
| Character level: | Level 5 |
| Strength: |    (11) |
| Defence: | (11) |
| Agility: | (11) |
| Stamina: | (10) |
| Dexterity: | (10) |
| Experience: |   (156|125) |
The ancestral site statistics of Moonsong
| Attempted challenges: | 0 |
| Successful challenges: | 0 |
| Failed challenges: | 0 |
Profile
| Gender: | female |
| Age: | 15-20 Years |
| Hometown: | --- |
| ICQ-number: | --- |
| MSN Messenger: | --- |
| Yahoo Messenger: | --- |
| AIM-Name: | --- |
| Jabber ID | --- |
| Skype ID | --- |
Arena
Moonsong has not yet achieved a special arena rank.
Moonsong has created 1 Werewolves so far:
| silver song | Level 1 | Loot 0 kgs of flesh |