Post by spike on Mar 9, 2012 18:27:50 GMT -5
Iktami
"Where all the scars from the nevers and maybes die. "
five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes
NAME Iktami
GENDER Female
NICKNAMES Ika, Tami
AGE 3 years
BREED Arctic wolf x Mexican wolf
SEXUALITY Bisexual
PACK Loner
HI I'M IKTAMI AND THIS IS ME:
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Hey there, cutie. About time you wandered over here. I was starting to think you were going to just wait around for me to approach you! Like what you see? I would definitely say that I'm a good-looking wolf. Not too much, definitely not too little. Take a look at me! I'm as white as white comes thanks to my father, Okatosh. He was a funny wolf if you ask me. Muy cómico. I get everything else from my mother. Strange to say, my mother was an oddly small mexican wolf which may not make complete sense. I'll tell you that story later, cutie. I'm a small wolf, quite the runt compared to others, but that doesn't mean I am any less of a wolf compared to others. My body is light weight and limber, made more for sprinting. I like that about myself for it makes me curvy though my fur may cover that some. If you dare use the word "scrawny" with me then there may be Hell to pay for it. Now look what you did, making me seem all mean and nasty!
Oh, my face? Well, how obvious is it? Cute, perky black nose on an adorable muzzle which is so clearly feminine. A small face and even smaller ears makes me cute and small. What, do you think it's not cute? What about my dainty paws? Well, that's a lie. My paws are oddly large and I often trip. How embarrassing! I guess the good thing is that I have these brown eyes that some wolves and dogs call "cinnamon colored." Sounds delicious, right? My eyes are small but I think they're good enough for me as I catch the males when I want them. I'm the perfect bunch of male-catching sexy wolf! Does that make sense? Never mind, it doesn't have to for me.
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Let's see here, so much I could talk about with this! Well, for one, I'm super flirty though innocently so. I mean, I'm not trying to get myself a boy or anything! I just think it's fun. Life is a party and that's what you're supposed to do is enjoy it. Hyper is what Flynn likes to say but my energy has nothing to do with that! Silly Flynn. I'm just a fun-loving wolf that would rather enjoy a game instead of being all serious over silly stuff. Don't tell anybody but I am klutzy for a wolf which, I admit, can be so embarrassing! Outgoing is also true. I just love to have tons of friends and be popular! It says a lot about you if you're popular. My preference though would be to be carefree though for some reason Flynn mutters about me being careless.
Still, there are some things in me that I prefer not to talk about. But I trust you to keep it a secret. I am motherly and yearn to have what I lost again. I know it was all an accident, all a surprise, but being a mother for such a short time left me heartbroken and with a severe trust issue. Flynn is the only male I trust near me but that's because he's never going to try anything. After Ricardo, I developed some commitment fears with anything romantic. Some part of me wants to get over it and love but I'd rather keep myself safe over sorry. The only reason that happened to me was because, deep down, I'm submissive and have a hard time standing for myself. I cover that up with a happy face and a bouncy attitude though. Least so Flynn says. I think Flynn is wrong! Or at least I hope he is.
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One day a big arctic boy met a pretty mexican girl and that is how I came to be. Okay, maybe it's a little more than that. My father had escaped from the zoo, supposedly, after humans became too sick to care for the wolves or any of the other animals. When somebody finally came to feed them, he escaped as did my mother. They said they were part of different "exhibits" and had never met before despite being a wall jump away. I don't understand any of that but it was a moment of swift choice when they made me. Me and only me. No, no siblings. One pup litter! Lucky me! I wouldn't say I grew up spoiled on all the attention but I certainly didn't know what it was like to be without company. My father always kept very good care of me and taught me nearly everything I know how. How to hunt, how to fight back rowdy males, how to avoid a stampede, how to live when living was all you had left. Everything. I loved him so much and to this day I miss him so. I wish I knew where he went after I left to lead my own way. I could never find my father but maybe he is out there.
My mother was demure and shy yet took pride in me for being her only pup. We had a good den, a good life around us. The bad thing was that I couldn't be a little pup forever and the urge to run and find myself was so strong. I had always been so eager to up and run, so my father said. Apparently it was right for me to get my wings and fly away. I was a year old when I finally left to wander the open roads of life. I met up with Ricardo soon after, a strong and big mexican wolf that became a good friend of mine. He, too, had left his parents in search of pack life away from them. His story wasn't nearly as sweet as mine as he had to compete with a bully of an alpha brother that demanded he leave or fight for leadership. Apparently Ricardo wanted to live.
Ricardo and I, we were like trees to a forest. It was impossible to consider us apart. We wandered north, we wandered south, even east and west couldn't escape us. We enjoyed the free life and having fun on our terms. But, of course, the male had to ruin everything. It had been about half a year for us and he boldly asked me to be his mate. It was my mistake to laugh at him as if this was all a joke. He wasn't joking. Apparently this made him super angry because he attacked! I wasn't going to fight Ricardo because he was my friend and so much bigger than I was. I wasn't going to stand a chance.
Things happened, okay? Bad things that made me run away the first moment I could. My assumption is that RIccardo tried to chase me down but I was faster and smarter than that. I was scared because he had broken my trust and he had broken me. I ran but something must've caught up to me because I slowed. Then I stopped. Something was wrong with me, I already knew that. I just didn't know what. Finding out what was wrong with me brought the worst of shock and heartache.
Apparently this whole time I had been carrying Ricardo's pups and I had pushed myself into obliviousness to avoid the thoughts. They were weak, the two little pups that I had. Too weak. Hardly a day passed before both succumbed to death, beyond my control. I was terribly sad for even if they had been Ricardo's and even if I had blinded myself, some part of me still loved them. To be honest, all that emotional strain forced me to let it go and leave behind the graves of my pups to travel onward.
I met with Flynn on my travels, a relatively somber dog but far more trustworthy and as afraid o relations as I was. I trusted him and he trusted me. We went together because our loneliness had drawn us together. That dog was like my brother and he accepted me as his wolf sister. We're very close and I'd do anything for my brother. So, here we are in Genesis, settled in as loners here for the past year or so. We've avoided packs so far but who knows where these ways of life can lead us, right?
YOUR NAME Spike
how do you measure, measure a year
I do not take credit for the picture. Credit given to photographer.
Iktami copyright by Spike 3/6/2012. Do not steal.
[/right]Iktami copyright by Spike 3/6/2012. Do not steal.
