Her name is Attila. She is a three year old female, four in September, and her eyes are the color of bright autumn ember with golden specks around the outer circle of the pupil. The outer ring of her iris, a dark mahogany.
She stands 28 inches tall, and weighs 120 pounds. The color of her pelt, her underbelly consist of a milky off white traveling down her slender legs and up her average torso, along her neck and her jaw. The white running into specks of blotchy dark grey patterns that cover most of her back and the crown of her head, melting into the white on the side of her neck. Soft patterns of autumn russet surround her ear and blending with most of the grey, from her head and down her back. Her stance is lean, and her stride is graceful. She's thin, but averagely thin, she does eat. Her pelt is full and soft along her body, thick you can say. Her tail is of red, dark greys, and milky white of plush. In other words, she's a common timber wolf. (Photo below is appearance)
She was born into a pack, her father the Alpha and his imprint, her mother who died a year after her birth. She'd been raise mostly by her father, taught to fight for what she loves, and only stand down when needed. One day, a very aggressive and brutal brute challenged her father for his position, and her father fell. She made her run that evening while the blazing orange sun set golden fire of rays upon her broken land, and she has been traveling since the day before winter season hit.
She's a kind heart, all smiles without the giddy, and sometimes has a bit of an attitude, thought she is far from aggressive unless need be.
She is unable to imprint, of course, but imprinting IS allowed upon her.
OOC info:
I am known as Cali. My birthdate is April 25, 1994. I found this page surfing the web for an RPG, and with slight thoughtfulness of a reference some years back.
I've read all rules and the minimum number of words is 200, no less. You can reach me at caitonomour16@yahoo.com
SAMPLE:
The cold air bit at my paws as I padded through the powdered white blanket of snow. It's been three full moons since I've been on my own, and I don't regret taking the advantage of having that option. Although, I do miss the protection of a pack and family, but this is the choice I've made. After my father died from the tragic fighting challenge to Alpha position, and my mother long gone before that, I no longer felt the need to stay and be a puppet for someone so brutal and careless. I'd been turned down by many friends, and rejected by many others along the way, yet I still push myself farther.
There are only a few more days until Spring, I'll be old enough to mate considering I'll turn four, I dread this much. Not only that, but will I ever be accepted into another pack? Or remain the lone wolf as I've been for most of this season? Only time will tell once the seasons changed, but for now I push myself farther into the depths of the blazing cold. The thought of being alone never truly struck my mind until today, not that I don't mind being mateless non the less packless, but I won't be able to fend for myself forever... Maybe with a little more ambition and a strike of confidence, I'm sure I can survive, but eventually the whole survival alone thing will become exhausting, then what will I do? I remember being taught to fight, and that's what I will forever do. But my bravery will soon spin around and bite me on my own haunches if I'm not too careful. Still, I'll be damned if I go down without a fight.
I've been known to be an average mind of brightness, and with what common sense I have, I'll manage to make it through until I find the acceptance I've been looking for. For now, I'll just lay here by this thawing pond of water and rest my stiffened frozen limbs, which aren't able to travel any farther. Maybe, just maybe, I'll find what I'm looking for in these foreign lands of what I now call hope.
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