they say the hardest love has the coldest end...
Briar
6 years of age
Female
From a far away glance you would call her eyes a light lilac. The closer you get however, you will notice that the pupil is surrounded by a dark ring of violet that fades out to the whites of the eyes into a much lighter version of the original color.
APPEARANCE
Briar stands 30 inches tall and weighs 55 pounds. She is built very slim like her father before her, so due to that fact she moves with very light feet. The pelt she wears is a creamy blond color, that is plush to the touch. Many have described her as endearing and almost even pup like, but in reality she is very durable thanks to the last year and a half spent roaming by herself.
PERSONALITY
When Briar was a pup she was outgoing and quite cheeky. Though due to being all but a bastard to her fellow pack mates, she realized that silence was the best remedy to mean looks. Over time she became a quiet and well mannered she-wolf, speaking only when spoken to, and very timid of others. Puppies however were her weakness, she loved living with the Den Mother of her pack. She is very maternal and protective of young ones or those who need protecting. But as protective and nurturing as she is, it won't stop her one second from being firm and stubborn, if need be. As she fell in love it brought her out of her shell and she was able to show someone how kind and caring she could be as a mate. It became, in a sense, a whole different type of weakness for her. As she had her first litter of pups, the already present maternal instincts kicked in and that became her whole life for a time.
That time has come and gone as she enters Moladion. The loss of her pups, pack, and friends drove her completely into herself. She has a strong self hatred she doesn't know how to deal with and an even stronger sense of guilt about where is in life. This depressive state she is in will continue to claim her for some time, until the right wolves enter her life and make a difference.
HISTORY
6 years ago in a land very far away from the lands of present resided a tiny little pack nestled on the bottom of a mountain in a pleasant valley. There was a wolf by the name of Tiaphonias. He was built a lot smaller than those who roamed with him in his pack, but with a pelt that was sometimes compared to a field of wheat and eyes the color of a cold grey morning, he had little trouble finding admirers, one of whom became his mate. The she-wolf was named Diaphyra, she contrasted her mate in size, color, and was his senior by 10 years. Many of their pack mates found their union humorous because of all those reasons, but that did not stop them. Many seasons had passed since the day they met and the day that they expected their first litter to be born. Diaphyra now met her 17th year of life and was not nearly as healthy as other mothers to be. As the day faded and the night came the puppies were born, and Diaphyra had passed away in labor, as did all but one of the pups. Tiaphonias so stricken with grief, abandoned the little pup. So with no parents to raise her the tiny pup became entrusted to the pack's Den Mother. The Alpha male made many visits over the seasons that followed as she grew from baby to young adult. Her father's beauty passed down to her and with eyes the color of lilacs she was very desirable. Briar, as she was named by the Den Mother, was barely 4 her first winter in season when the Alpha and herself mated. The Alpha's mate found out and very furious ran her out of the pack and up into the mountain. She delivered 3 beautiful puppies that she would have a very hard time supporting by herself.. Briar returned one morning to find a massacre and all of her babies dead. She finally cracked and took off.. 1 and a half years later she has found herself here, in these lands.
IMPRINTABILITY - Very much so.
OOC - Lucianna Satanna
SAMPLE -
“I wish I could just take you off to a world of our own,” my name is Caithus, and those were my last words I said to her before this all happened. I guess I should fill you in on the events that happened before our lives changed. Christina, well Christy as she prefers to go by, was having an absolutely terrible day. Her mother had all but disowned her and then called her later that night yelling at her to return home immediately. Needless to say she stayed with me, in my arms all night, and when we woke this morning we were not in the same place we knew. A tight pressure in my chest drew me from my thoughts. “Christina, you’re holding me too tight.” I manage to gasp as her grip continues to tighten on me. She grunted in response, I gently pried her off of me and began to survey our surroundings. Just a few feet away from us drops away, forming into a cliff of unknown height, and to our backs nothing but jungle full of thick overgrown trees and brush. I wasn't sure if I was still dreaming or if worse, I was still awake.
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BIRTHDAY 05/03
six years have passed me -female of the gender - no one to claim me