Name: Sara
Age: will be a year old this spring
Gender: bitch
Eye color: dull brown eyes, with a twist of emerald green in the left one.
Appearance: weighs 150 lbs and reaches 25 inches at the shoulder, has off-white fur, with a pale grey brindling. Her build is stocky and muscular for a female, so she is good in close combat but not so much running or long-distance chasing.
Personality: if there were two ways of doing something, Sara would choose the third. She is a jester and a joker and loves to confuse or irritate people. She loves a good mind-game.
History: Sara was banished from her home land because she has the 'mark of Saiiyan', which is the flash of green in her left eye. Saiiyan was a lone wolf who was thought to be a witch or a demon by the lore of the pack and his blood ran in their veins, every pup born with this mark was supposed to be left out as a sacrifice to the beast at nine months old, as was Sara, and she has been travelling alone ever since.
Sample: "Get up." Ran grunted.
"No, I'm scared!" She lied, hoping to appeal to his better nature.
"I said, get up bitch!" He grabbed his sister by the scruff and flung her against the rock wall of the cave. She yelped in pain as her damaged broken body slapped the hard surface, every wound upon her body had been inflicted by a pack member, her own litter-mates, her father, even her mother. The omega wolf lifted his leg and pissed on her when they were all done. She was left for Saiiyan, but he would not come for her, and she had staggered her way back to the home-land. Her eldest brother Ran who she had always been close to her was due to become alpha in a year or so, and her father had placed it upon him to beat her and make her face the demon they had told her stories of as a child. She longed for those days, when her eyes were as sky blue as any other pup, when she was normal, not a cursed thing designed to be torn to shreds by a monster.
She nervously stood, her eyes never meeting her brothers, her body trembling from head to foot.
"Come on." He led her out the entrance an towards the border. Her stomach lurched as the sacrificial stone came into view, memories of the first time she's been there clawing at her brain.
He shoved her roughly towards the boulder and with a small whine she stood upon it.
She could practically feel the were-creautures breath upon her neck as the fat moon rose in the sky, and soon she saw his figure, a large white beast with glowing white fur, stained with the crimson blood of his victims, and his eyes were purely the bitter color of green that twinkled faintly in one of her eyes. Little did she know it but this was her great grand-uncle.
Her last thought before her life changed forever was this; fuck you Ran.

Rules read?: Yuss
Word limit: 200
Found you through Innovia, which I quitted because there was like zero activity.
OOC: CrocodileTears