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Lead Warrior Narla
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Join date : 2015-07-03
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Location : Where beer does flow and men chunder

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Gender: Female
Age: 7 Years
Purchases: Rare breed - Dingo

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PostSubject: Narla - A true blue Aussie Narla - A true blue Aussie Icon_minitimeJuly 3rd 2015, 00:35

Name: Narla (meaning lookout)

Gender: Female

Age: 6 Years

Pack: Agavos

Rank Requested: Warrior

Appearance:
Born in the great southern land, a Dingo of the red desert sands, Narla looked as one would expect her to look. She was covered in a red-brown fur, reminiscent of her kinds adaptation to the coloured sands in the centre of the continent. At three places did her fur lighten: around the muzzle; her underside; and around her paws. As would befit a creature living under the hot southern sun, her coat appeared richer in colour on her posterior. Her ears would appear somewhat overlarge for her head, but for a dingo this is normal. She stands proudly at 58cm (approximately 23 inches) to the shoulder – short in comparison to many wolves, but perfectly adequate for a dingo. From nose to tail tip, the beauty stretches to measure 150 centimetres (that’s 59 inches) and weighs in at 17 kilograms (or 37 pounds). She has a skinny look about her, her chest sliding elegantly into a tiny stomach and pelvis. Lastly come her eyes; beautiful round orbs coloured a rich brown, spreading warmth and showing depth to all who gaze upon them.

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History:
This story begins in a land far from all things known by the wolves of this land. For this creature is not a wolf, this creature is what some call a Dingo, the wild dog of the great southern land. This land is not one of green forests and glassy lakes, but one of red deserts and plunging waterfalls. This land has mountains covered in rough bushland, hiding secretive alcoves of ancient pines standing well over a hundred feet tall. It has thousands of pristine sandy beaches, displaying waters that appear of liquid crystalline. Land and sea life are both majestic and deadly. The wolves of other lands may find the creatures here odd and perhaps even frightening. This land worships great monolithic rocks and great structures of the earth.

It was into this world our heroine was born. Second eldest in a litter of five, little Narla was not the runt one would expect. By Dingo standards she was well bred, but by a wolf, she was yet to learn how different she was. Her siblings were thus: three males and a female. Her elder sister often tormented her for being different to her. This sister was beautiful and elegant where Narla just felt herself to be plain and ordinary, she had everything any female could want. Elia, her sister, was adamant on becoming a scholar, wishing to travel the land and learn its many stories. Her eldest brother, Luca, was a born leader. He was strong and handsome with dreams of advancing through the ranks. He wanted power and perks, but he wanted to use those things to help others. He was a silent creature, preferring to listen and learn than to exclaim loudly. After him came Balon, one who simply wanted to work. Whether he hunted or fought it didn’t matter, he just wanted to contribute to his pack. The youngest was Tommen, but his life was short lived.

The quintet was quick to emerge from their mother’s den, eager to explore the world. They were skinny, scrawny little things, gallivanting about on their overlong legs. They wished to play and learn as much as possible, but they were still young. On one such occasion, the litter wandered just a little too far from the den whilst at play. There was a sound, Elia heard it first, as she often pointed out to Narla. It was the sound of scales moving against one another, gripping the ground, muscles contracting and pulling the body forwards. Snake. The children knew they had to freeze, keeping the snake in sight. It wouldn’t be able to feel them moving. It would grow bored and move on harmlessly. Unfortunately, Tommen was not so quick-witted and ill placed. Elias warning reached him to late as the great black reptile reared up, flashing its red belly o them. Danger, that red meant danger. The others knew he was dead even before the snake struck. It’s fangs sunk into the pup’s chest quickly before it pulled back. The venom was already coursing through his body, there was nothing they could do. Only four returned to the den, putting a damper on the atmosphere for a few days. These things were common in this dangerous place, there was no use dwelling on them for long.

Weaned off milk and onto meat, the pups quickly grew, filling out into their forms. The pups grew to adolescents, learning to hunt and fight quickly. Elia was no fan of combat and hunting was not her strong suit. It was clear she would need a pack to survive. Most dingoes would live solely in a family unit, like theirs, but in larger territories, they’d heard of many unrelated dingoes forming packs to survive. Elia would be one such female. Luca thrived on his own, becoming adept at both hunting and combat – it seemed his ambitions of power would serve him. Balon learned to hunt, not particularly well, but adequately enough to survive.

When they reached ten months of age, the siblings were ready to move on in their lives. Elia set off to find herself a pack with a storyteller to learn from. Luca was content to wander for a time. Balon followed his sister in search of a pack. Narla went with her brother Luca and they travelled together for a time. They counseled one another and practiced their skills until the time came they should separate.

Narla travelled the country for a long time. She found the great monolithic rock, painted a stunning desert red. It glowed by the sunset each evening when she set out to hunt the rabbits that grazed in the area. She walked the sandy beaches of the east coast, watching the beautiful blue surge and crash against the rocks. She saw the wet green of the northern rainforest, surrounded by green tree frogs and copious ferns. She travelled and she saw things she never thought she’d see. She loved this travel and she wanted to see more. Word from those she met spoke of the northern coastline expanding and an island visible in the distance. The opportunity was too good to miss. At two and a half years of age she travelled to the northernmost tip of this place called Australia and from there she saw this fabled island.

Over a few months she watched the tides surge back and forth before they drew back so far they were shallow enough for her to swim through without tiring. A full day she battled the ocean before finally reaching the land across the great sea. She left behind everyone she’d ever known, the only land she’d ever known, in search of an adventure. Exhausted and waterlogged, Narla dragged herself ashore and collapsed, woken hours later by the rush of the incoming tide and a lick upon the muzzle. Brown eyes pried themselves open to look upon a creature much like herself. He was older and wiser, living in this strange new land. They travelled together and she explained that she was on a journey to the great northern continent. He only chuckled and asked, “Which one?” As she discovered, there were two major continents in the north and he was quick to inform her, “You’re not even in one of them yet, but I know the way.” His name was Annael and for the duration of their time together, he instructed her on the different creatures she might encounter in the northern continent he’s explored. When she asked why he came to this much smaller island, he said, “I’ve lived my life, a stranger in anothers land. I learned and remembered but it wasn’t for me. This smaller island of Limbo is more my kind of place. Not quite the Northern Continent, not quite your Southern one either. Just like me.” They island-hopped for weeks before finally reaching the great northern continent. He bid her farewell and returned to his island of Limbo.

Every step she took was farther from home than she’d ever been. It took her a year to travel so far north she found canids that looked a little like her. They called themselves wolves, they called her the “Little Mutt”.  Along the way she’d found all kinds of strange creatures, like the black and white bear Annael called a Panda and a funny four-legged thing with an extremely large nose. Those creatures, though strange to her, were friendlier than the wolves. In the canids northern territories she was shunned as an outsider, but still she tried to gain standing among them. After a number of failed attempts, one pack allowed her to join them. Unfortunately, it was not a serious undertaking on their part. They made fun of her differences and undermined her position behind her back. Each time she got wind of these events, she would be angry, upset and hurt, but she would always run back to them, desperate for approval. But, after nearly two years in their company, a time came when she could take their snide remarks and pure drama no longer. She left them silently one morning, without a word. Not that she really needed their friendship.

She travelled alone for a while, this time heading east. The further she went, the more bitterly cold she felt. Her coat was not designed to withstand such frigid temperatures. She longed once more for the southern sun and her southern land. So many times she was homesick and almost turned south, but she pushed on. It wasn’t out of any sort of determination to get anywhere, it was sheer laziness. She knew that at any moment she could find a place that fit her just right, whereas the journey home would take a long time. Besides she figured, I’ve come this far, why not go a few steps further?

Eventually this northern continent ended, but another was in sight across the salt sea. She made a perilous journey from one side of the world to the other, paddling her way across from atop a large log. When she made landfall she was greeted by snow and ice, making her little red ears shiver. But this time, the further she travelled the warmer it got. She was delighted when she reached a place a little more like home. She could feel the warm sun on her back and it made her smile. She spotted more wolves, though she was careful to avoid them. She spotted other canids too. These called themselves Coyotes and considered themselves the enemy of the wolves. The enemy of my enemy… These coyotes were typically similar in size and weight, but there were clear differences too. Their coats were more wolf-like in pattern and their ears were slightly smaller. After a long time of calming and coming to terms with being a dingo in a wolfs world, Narla thought maybe it was time to try again and join a pack.


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