Things that have happened to me in MD so far:

Is in love with Lord Corg! We have adopted Lepus! Whoot whoot!

Lepus just made me a purple card with a purple flower pressed on it that says "I wuv my momma wolfie." I will keep it forever.

A Brief Overview of Me:

Flowing red hair trails over pale cream skin dotted with freckles as I walk the land. Average height and a toned build accompany my skin as I glide. I am earth. I am water. Find me if you can as I hide amongst trees and grass. I make my home in the vines where only my black eyes are visible, touch me if you dare. Flattery will get you everywhere. See me for what I am...if you can. To be close to me feels like a waterfall and I will crush my foes with my essence.

                                                -I am, he is, you are, me is, you are me, and we are all together.

My Attributes:

Name: Ahsotan Nhad
Age [appearance]:19
Age [actual]: 180
Gender: Female
Species: Werewolf

Hair: Auburn red
Eyes: Hazel yellow
Frame: Walking at a height of 5'6” and weight of 120 lbs, Ahsotan is lean and lithe with a shade of skin like the pale moonlight. She may look weak and frail but under her clothes all her muscles are toned and defined.

Tattoos/Distinguishing Marks: A scar on her leg where she was bitten as a child in her home country of Wallachia which is now Romania and a cord-like bruise circling her neck that never fades.

Personality:Very quiet most of the time unless provoked, then the fur begins to fly as her temper flairs uncontrollably. An intellectual person with a love of languages, books, music, and nature.

 My History:

The year is 1830 and Wallachia was under attack, again, and all of the gypsies fled for their safety. All minus one. As the small girl fled across the field for her life, wondering where her family was, she came to the tree line of the Forbidden Forest. Legend said that any who entered would die and be reborn as the undead, but all that went through her mind was safety. As she dashed on through the trees, dodging here and there because of the brambles and low branches, she heard a noise. It sounded familiar like from a dream she had once upon a time, yet different, more animalistic. Just then she heard the dogs and the men that were following her, in her mind she knew they weren't trying to help her, they would do unspeakable things to her underage body when found. She pushed the familiar sound into the back of her head and started running again until she found a cave that was half hidden by moss and vines. She wouldn't have found the cave if it weren't for the draft that was coming out of it. Quickly running inside she tried to cover the entrance as best she could with the moss and vines and began to go deeper into the cave. Eventually the sound of the dogs disappeared and she was alone...except. The hair on her arms and the back of her neck was standing on end and she was afraid but would never show it. “Like papa taught me,” she thought to herself. Trudging onwards in the darkness her ears were then assaulted with the sound of water, and lots of it. The room slowly began to brighten the more she went in and found out why. In the ceiling of the cavern, there was a hole where the moonlight was spilling through. As for the noise, it was a waterfall she soon discovered that spilled into a large cave lake and she was walking right toward it. In her dazed and weary state she hardly registered the movement behind her as she reached the ledge of the lake and would have fallen into its swift currents, if it weren't for the pair of strong arms that lurched her off of her feet away from the danger. She didn't move but looked up and behind at a pair of bright yellow eyes that reminded her so much of her grandmother's. Ahsotan had acquired that trait from her grandmother whom she called “Bubbala” while still getting her fathers genes as well. She didn't know her mother and was told she looked nothing like her for Ahsotan's mother was killed during a bloody childbirth that had marked her newborn daughter with a bruise around her throat that remains still to this day. As she stared she noticed other things about this stranger. He was a man and had a smell of earth and musk about him and his hair was disheveled. He didn't seem like all of the other people she had met though, and she had met many since she was a gypsy along with her family. The man tilted his head like many dogs she had seen do and sat her gently down on the ground. They stood staring at each other for some time before Ahsotan's curiousity got the better of her. “...Thank you for saving me, sir. May I ask what your name is?” at this the man stood tall and straight, speaking proudly and said, “I am Django! King of the Wallachia Wolves. When I saw that you were in danger I had to intervene. You see, the wolves and the gypsies have an understanding with one another. We have fought side by side for centuries and we have grown to love one another as family. You therefore are my sister and nothing will harm my family.” Ahsotan giggled at the idea of being a sister to wolves and was delighted when King Django let out a whimper of happiness as she hugged him in thanks. Many years passed and she had learned that her family had been captured by the Turkish army and were killed. Although she mourned the loss of her blood family, she had gained another in turn. She ran with the wolves through the caves and mountains. Once she turned 16 though, everything changed. “You are a woman now my little Ahsotan. I have come to think of you as my daughter and am sad to think that you will no longer be in my care,” Django said with a tear in his eye. Ahsotan was confused as she said, “But father what do you mean? I am no woman! I am still a child. I wish to continue running through the hills with burs in my hair and leather on my back. Please do not send me away father. I promise I will not be a burden. I want to be here forever, with my family forever.” At this Django started to form a plan that made his stomach turn, for if he didn't do this then someone else would and would scar his poor daughter for eternity. Later that night before the feast that was to be held for Ahsotan becoming a woman, Django approached her to tell her of his plan. “Ahsotan, you know what we are don't you?” Django asked. Ahsotan replied, “Yes of course I do. I have seen the transformations under the full moon light. I know that you are part wolf and part human. I wish I were like you,” she sighed and turned her eyes to the waning moon. “Yes, I know your desires Ahsotan. I must tell you that this is no blessing to be like one of us. We turn under the moon and forget ourselves. We only remember the love we share for one another. That is why we never harmed you. You are one us but not. You are human Ahsotan. Before I tell you this you must promise me to think about it deeply. Do not reply until after the ceremony tonight. Do you swear it,” Django asked beseechingly. Ahsotan was confused but replied, “Yes of course. Anything for you father.” “Good. Ahsotan,” Django paused and swallowed before continuing, “There is a way for you to become once of us. You must be bitten and our blood mixed with one another. If I am to turn you, it would be willing. I am afraid though, that if you were to choose a mate from our pack, you would have no choice. You are wanted by all the males of our pack Ahsotan. You are more a wolf than many of the females in our pack. Your mate would force you to turn. It would be painful and filled with sorrow. I do not want this for you. If you wish then I will turn you after you have decided.” Ahsotan stared with wide eyed wonder at her father but remembered her promise. “I will think on this father and will tell you of my decision after the ceremony is finished. Ahsotan and Django embraced as father and daughter and he led her to the ceremony that was to begin. All through the ceremony, Ahsotan was thinking on her decision. Yes, it was a curse but it was also a blessing in her eyes. To be one with nature is all she could hope for. After the ceremony was finished and everyone left her in the clearing, Django approached. “Have you made you decision child?” he asked with a heavy heart, already knowing what she would choose. “Yes father. I have though long and hard. I know this is a curse to many, but I see it also as a blessing. I wish to be one with nature. To have all my senses attuned to my surroundings. I wish to hear the trees and the dirt and understand what they are telling me. Please father, I wish to be one of my pack. Fully,” Ahsotan said full of pride and excitement. “Very well my child. As you wish. Give me your right leg and I shall make you one of us,” Django almost cried at the thought of doing this to his daughter whom he loved very deeply but this is what she wishes and this is what she will receive. Django took her leg in his hands and looked into her human eyes one last time before latching down above the knee on the inner leg. Almost instantly he felt the warmth of her blood flowing into his mouth and his beast side wanted to take over but he remained in control for his daughter. He could feel her beginning to change underneath him. He could smell the wolf inside of her beginning to grow. “She will be very powerful when she has had time to train,” he thought. When the smell of her had changed completely only then did he release her leg for he did not want her to be weak like others before her had been. Only given a taste of the wolf but not any more. She would be the kings daughter fully now. He bandaged her now gaping wound and left her to recover in peace while she explored her new senses. This was only the beginning. Three years later in the mountains of Wallachia, Ahsotan came across a gypsy camp. She was hungry and food was becoming scarcer in her territory, and she decided to take one of the goats from the encampment. While she believed everyone was asleep, she made her move of untying to goat to bring it back to her pack. Just as the knot was loosed she sensed something. A presence, alert and staring at her. She turned and wildly looked into the bright yellow eyes of her grandmother, Mishka. There was no recognition in her eyes as her mouth formed a curse and hurled it at Ahsotan. She cringed and curled on the ground howling and screaming from the pain as if her soul were being torn from her very being. “Filthy beast, we had an agreement once but that is long gone. You have been plauging us for far too long. I will make you suffer. You shall never grow old and never die while you watch all of those you care for suffer and perish. You will wish you were dead but will never die. May you live forever,” and with that she began to turn back to her wagon when she heard the wolf cry in a weak voice, “Why Bubbala? Why do you not know my face? I still know yours. I have never forgotten Bubbala. Please tell me you remember your own granddaughter.” At this Mishka turned and stared into the eyes of the wolf, one black and one yellow. “This could not be her Ahsotan could it? Oh the fates will damn me for this”, Mishka thought as she braced herself in the doorway clutching her heart. Her heart was beating hard and fast, causing pain to shoot up her right side while she felt nothing on her left. “I am going to die. I must save my Ahsotan from this terrible fate with my last strength. I must,” as she raised her hand to begin she fell to her knees as Ahsotan stared in horror as her grandmother's last breath escaped her lips. She ran through the pain that was wracking her body to her Bubbala's side. Grabbing her into her arms and crying and screaming into the night as the other gypsies came to look at the spectacle.

This is my Queen outfit.

This is my pirate/wench outfit.

This is my Gypsy Queen outfit.

These are my gypsy outfits. I usually only wear the blue one though...Looks better...*grins*

This is my nightgown.

I DREW WHAT I WANT MY AVATAR TO LOOK  LIKE!!!