Masquerade;
4 years;
Vixen;


look into my soul;
Amethyst orbs with gold and ivory flecks.

my body shall not submit;
Height- 36 in.
Weight- 170 lbs.

Luscious ivory fur that blankets a toned, lithe frame. Masquerade is not exactly thick in muscular shape, but is rather well endowed. One can easily see that her body came with years of intense training and work.
A thin, fading scar lies across her right cheek from the 'incident'. It is practically non-existent, but is there, nonetheless.


behind the mask;
Due to her tragic past, Masquerade, much like her name, is a very hidden character. She keeps mostly to herself, and doesn't tell others much about herself or her history for it's a memory too harsh and cruel to recall.
The vixen can be very "bittersweet" in personality, as she is very blunt and, in a way, mean, to other wolves. She is capable of kindness but it is rarely seen; almost never.
She is a very loyal woman, as her childhood days involved much beating in the submission area. She also trusts select few because of the 'incident', and its because of this that she has no reason to betray or take part in a mutiny.

these are the sins i've committed to memory;
Masquerade was born from an infertile mother; the pup was a miracle. Her father, an Alpha at the time, was willing to move on from his mate for she hadn't been able to give him an heir until then. To many, it was unfortunate for such a young, pretty little thing to be brought up in the arms of a monster. But to Masquerade, it was the only thing she had ever called home… the only thing she ever called love. Her father was a cold man. He raised her with brutal intention, and much given harsh affections. She was trained in blood, sweat, and tears to become a highly skilled assassin. It was against her mother's pleas that she took part in a dangerous mission of her father's will, that would surely cost her her life.
A few members of the pack, alongside of Masquerade and her father, infiltrated enemy territory. They were to kill the Alpha and claim the land and members as their own. Things went wrong, however- horribly wrong. As there was a spy within their party that assisted their home pack in the murder of all four of her comrades, and led an invasion of enemy warriors against her pack. They nearly killed every last of her pack, leaving her with no choice but to move from her homeland, and escape the battles to make way for Moladion.
Upon her arrival to these unknown lands, the wolf took many days to grieve, and resorted to brutally taking the lives of innocent creatures in an attempt to fill the aching in her heart. After a while, she was able to live with the haunting of her unfortunate life, and suppressed her desire to kill. It came as a realization that she was doing the same thing they did. They took the lives of those who couldn't defend themselves. And so she stopped, and hid her talents and skills from those she came across in her time here.

imprint; yes

OOC INFORMATION

ooc name; Masquerade
code read; yes
minimum words;200
where have i found you; And old little site called Eternal Nocturne ;)
contact me;
Chatango: MasqueradeEvermoore
Birthday: October 4th

sample;
Her lips pulled back in a gentle smile. It conflicted against her fearsome image, but she didn't seem to mind. Her heart practically burst out of the cage in her chest. The warm blood beating and flowing through her veins lit with a sweet, liquid fire that only he could elicit in her. He was magnificent. His raw masculinity and power radiated off of him, as he rode the wind through the trees he had paced through and fro for so long.
But suddenly, her sweet fantasies were knocked back into the harsh and cold truth of reality. He did not come to her, and nuzzle her throat, and press kisses upon her fur. No... he growled. A most dangerous and deafening growl that managed to yank a whimper from her mouth. The curved listeners above her head lowered in disgust. They flattened against her scull, and she winced at the sound.
In spite of the abrupt change in her mood, however, she was rocked with a sick and dark pleasure at the sight of him going slack with desire moments later. His cyan eyes roamed over her body in a passionate and brutal caress. They darkened with an emotion she had never seen him display before and she shivered. Delighted, yet still afraid of him. Afraid of what a beast he truly was, and that she had forgotten so quickly that he was a male. And he was savage with his primal manly instinct.
His song was not sweet like she'd hoped it would be. It was filled with all things he felt- the hurt, the betrayal, and the undying need to ravage her senseless. She swallowed her drying throat, and attempted to calm her tingling nerves. His words made her body feel things… Things that no animal alive had made her felt before. And when he took notice of the wetness of her fur, she was struck with trembling knees. In truth, she did not understand what her flesh was doing. Why it was suddenly hot, and why her breathing became labored as if she had been racing for days. But it felt… good. It felt painfully, sinfully, and deliciously good.