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Post by [» E x y v a «] on Mar 4, 2007 9:38:16 GMT
Name: Exyva [Called Exy for short]
Age: Four Mays [born 15th May]
Gender: Femme
Species of Wolf [if known]: She's a fine, well built Timber Wolf.
Heritage [if known]: She has lines of pure Timber Wolf, but has strange a hint of a possible Arctic Wolf in her.
Appearance: Her elegant build consists of contracted muscles, covered by a base colour of cream - tan complexions. Hiding some of the first layer is a few sleek patches of mahogany. Her paws are strangely dipped into a glossy white and her emerald springs of light often glisten with her mysterious way.
Height: Two and a half feet
Length: Three and a half feet
Weight: 70 lbs
Personality: Different. Intelligent. Rebellious. Cold. Mostly anxious. Resentful. Angsty. Somewhat hurtful. Kind, caring & helpful to those she loves.
History:
She prefers not to remember her past, but sometimes memories are forced upon her. Her father was the Alpha of an almost invincible pack; resilient, brave and herotic. Her mother was, of course, the Alphess, and her nature was accommodating, thoughtful and affectionate. What was wrong with this pack?
The pack was out hunting on a fine, fresh summer's day. They had just captured a large mammal, which was unidentifiable as a large tumor had spread around its body. As the hunters settled down to eat, a sudden ambush of humans, often called poachers, appeared. The wolves were, of course startled; but they weren't ready to attack. I won't go into detail, but Exyva managed to get away in time. She was shocked to slowly see her friends and family get killed by the brutal beasts, and is over-sensitive to any dialogue including humans.
Age: Four Mays [born 15th May]
Gender: Femme
Species of Wolf [if known]: She's a fine, well built Timber Wolf.
Heritage [if known]: She has lines of pure Timber Wolf, but has strange a hint of a possible Arctic Wolf in her.
Appearance: Her elegant build consists of contracted muscles, covered by a base colour of cream - tan complexions. Hiding some of the first layer is a few sleek patches of mahogany. Her paws are strangely dipped into a glossy white and her emerald springs of light often glisten with her mysterious way.
Height: Two and a half feet
Length: Three and a half feet
Weight: 70 lbs
Personality: Different. Intelligent. Rebellious. Cold. Mostly anxious. Resentful. Angsty. Somewhat hurtful. Kind, caring & helpful to those she loves.
History:
She prefers not to remember her past, but sometimes memories are forced upon her. Her father was the Alpha of an almost invincible pack; resilient, brave and herotic. Her mother was, of course, the Alphess, and her nature was accommodating, thoughtful and affectionate. What was wrong with this pack?
The pack was out hunting on a fine, fresh summer's day. They had just captured a large mammal, which was unidentifiable as a large tumor had spread around its body. As the hunters settled down to eat, a sudden ambush of humans, often called poachers, appeared. The wolves were, of course startled; but they weren't ready to attack. I won't go into detail, but Exyva managed to get away in time. She was shocked to slowly see her friends and family get killed by the brutal beasts, and is over-sensitive to any dialogue including humans.
E x y v a
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