NAME: Sauda

AGE Six.

GENDER Female

EYE COLOR: Her eyes are of the brightest blue, gleaming sapphires against the silver rays of the moon.

APPEARANCE
Sauda appears as a spectral shadow of the night; a wolf with fur so fragile that it glimmers with the sheen of a moonless night. Though her size is impressive, common of her species type, she moves with a fluid grace given to those who have danced with death and lived. Her eyes are of the brightest blue, gleaming sapphires against the silver rays of the moon. Even though no one knows about them, Sauda has an array of scars - a result of being beaten. There are several short lines of scarring over her upper back, two on her left upper paw, and one just behind her right ear. Though they have faded with time and are nigh invisible beneath her fur, they are still noticeable in just the right light, and it is a miracle that these are the only scars still remaining.

Height: 36in.

Length: 6ft.

Weight: 100. -Average-

PERSONALITY : Sauda, is the kind of person that does not tolerate ignorance. She is fierce and always knows what she wants and how she is going to end up getting it. There is never a challenge that she will let overcome her. Instead she will continually fight it until eventually whatever that barrier was is no longer there. To those that she does not know or trust, she can be extremely firm and unwelcoming. Not only that but she has an awful temper, one that can easily end up becoming provoked if someone pushes the wrong buttons. The one thing about Valkyrie is that you have to be careful of what you say or even do, for she is she is a grudge holder. If you do something that she deems wrong to either her or her family, she will give you hell for a long time. Sauda has a long memory and therefore she cannot let go of things so well, which is probably the reason she can hold something against someone for years. The chances of her eventually coming around and forgiving you are pretty slim.




SAMPLE - *Recycled*
Sleep had never been an easily-afforded commodity for the she-wolf; it came and went as it pleased, such a fragile muse that oftentimes Valkyrie thought that it would flit away and leave her forever. Tonight, however, it came to her swiftly. She supposed it was events of the past week catching up to her, As always, she had taken her time in her walks through the forest, backtracking and finding her makeshift den. She remembered telling herself that it would have to do for now - she would find another later, one less rickety and damp. Even such a precious thing as sleep did not visit Valkyrie long, for she woke from her slumber to a soft creak that soon steadied itself above her head. Perhaps a lynx, she thought to herself, as the little cats oftentimes made their way over her den and caused the logs to shake and shift. However, as she rose to investigate, the was rewarded by the most tumultous noise - and then the entirety of her den came crashing down into her, the now-broken logs that had once sheltered her now gifting her with a heavy blanket of debris that would have killed a smaller wolf. The last log fell, and with it came something else even heavier - and she was struck over the top of her head with something hard, the sudden pain made worse by the scrambling body that had caused all this mess. She gave an ear-splitting yelp as it all came down on her, and suddenly her muscles were on fire, her mind reeling.

It took her a few moments to regain her consciousness, and the black she-wolf slowly managed to drag herself out of her ruined shelter. With her back to the hefty pile of broken debris, she stood; her steps were unsure, her posture shaky. She felt sick, and her vision was faded and blurry. Words formed in her head, but nothing would come out - instead, a low, menacing growl rumbled through the very core of her frame, directed at the thing that had caused all this mess - a blocky shape in front of her that she could not recognize, nor smell. A frighteningly sharp array of hooked teeth glistened in the dim light that the hole above had created, the large wolf's unfocused eyes giving no moment of relief.
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