NAME
Zain

AGE
6

GENDER
Male

EYE COLOR
Lime green covers the majority of his iris, with yellow flecks surrounding the pupils.

APPEARANCE - Tundra Wolf
Weighing in at 92 pounds, Zain isn't a very large wolf. His body is slender and not very useful in a fight. But he can run and hunt smaller prey quite easily. He stands at a not-so-tall 30 inches with an ebony coat that gives him the appearance of having and extra inch. Almost his entire body is black, with the exception of a couple of brown tufts from the dirt. he has a few white hairs here and there, mostly along his tail and muzzle.

PERSONALITY
Zain isn't a totally outgoing wolf. He's rather quiet and reserved. While other wolves are out figuring out their lives and such, Zain is the one to wander off alone. He likes to be alone a lot of the time unless he's in a pack. If he's in a pack then he's loyal to the end. He prefers to observe what goes on instead of being the center of observation. When comfortable around someone, he'll gladly come out of his shell and be a friend. But the same with a pack, he's a forever loyal friend.

HISTORY
Zain was raised in a small pack. He had three bigger brothers that were the kind of wolf with an ego bigger than anything. Zain on the other hand, preferred to sit with his mother and be the peacemaker with his litter mates. He left his pack when he turned three and was a loner. He has been in one other pack, but he left. The fact of being a loner was comfortable for him.

IMPRINTABILITY
Very capable

SAMPLE - recycled from Myth
Kaycee stepped through the Central Park gates with high hopes of having a good day. She's had a lot of modelling jobs lately and not one has led to any type of contract. Sure, she was in a few magazine ads, but that was about it. So to reward herself, KJ was planning to have a nice, long day in the park. She wasn't overdoing it today. No smokey eye makeup or foundation, nor was she dressed in her normal girly clothes. Instead she dressed herself in an old college hoodie, sweat pants, and old sneakers. Even her hair was sloppily pulled into a bun on top of her head.

Since she didn't really have a specific person or pet to spend her day with, Kaycee was out on her own. She didn't exactly have a game plan. Probably just walk around the zoo, play with other people's dogs, that's about it. She came across a hot dog vendor and simply couldn't resist. When you eat nothing but steamed vegetables, fruit, and fish, you get the craving for a good hot dog. She put just about everything on it: ketchup, mustard, chili, and relish. It might sound gross, but she wouldn't have it any other way. She took the first bite, causing chili to go all around her mouth. She laughed half-heartedly and wiped her face. She couldn't help but imagine her mother's extreme reaction. She easily could have gone into shock.

That was something Kaycee just couldn't grasp. Her mother lived to play puppet master in her daughter's life. She always wanted things done her way and her way only. If she had it her way, Kaycee would be residing on the East side on the arm of New York's most eligible bachelor. But something Mrs. Cahill didn't plan on, was her daughter taking the reins and living in a modest West side apartment with no current interest in a relationship. If it was anything more than friends, KJ wasn't very interested.

Kaycee was at the last bite of her hot dog when a large Malamute came her way. Like any dog, she took a whiff of the dog. Instead of just tossing her the piece, she stopped the dog's owner to ask. The man was dark haired and tall, it was all she could make out about him. He was tall enough to make most women feel tiny, but her 5'10" frame was just a couple of inches smaller than his. She placed her hand on his arm to stop him, taking no thought as to what kind of person he was. That was her, sweet little KJ who thought everyone was sweet and innocent like she was. With absolutely no doubt in her little theory, she simply talked as though they already knew each other. "Do you care if I give her this?" It was said so comfortably that her Australian burr was unmissable, not that it ever is.

RULES READ?
Yep

WORD MINIMUM?
200

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