vaya

NAME
VAYA

AGE
3

GENDER
Female

EYE COLOR
Honey brown

APPEARANCE
30”, approximately 100 lbs. She is built on a fairly light to medium frame. Relatively feminine in appearance, she is narrow though lean musculature prevents her from falling too close to dainty. Slightly fox-like in appearance with ears that sit relatively close on her head. Her colouration is normal for that of a wolf, being a light cream on her belly fading into a tawny then rust up to her flanks. Her back is a mix of russet red with black guard hairs and her face has a russet mask over her eyes and the top of her muzzle, fading back into tawny on her muzzle. (Inspiration was from this wolf.) Exceeding average, to put it into words.

IMPRINTABILITY –
Yes

OOC -
Julz

OOC Information
(for new members)

SAMPLE - please find below
HAVE YOU READ THE RULES? Si
WHAT IS OUR REQUIRED WORD MINIMUM? 200
HOW DID YOU FIND US? A friend mentioned they played here (Ve)
CHATANGO * julzface
BIRTHDAY (month, day) * Oct 17



Daylight.

Brown eyes fluttered open. Just as quickly, they squeezed shut. Entirely too bright. The tree she had collapsed under the night previous must be enjoying a good laugh at her as its branches expertly allowed the glare of the sun to fall directly onto her face. With a heartfelt sigh, her eyes crack open. Slowly, ever so slowly, they begin to take in the surroundings. Unfamiliar. Unsurprising, really.

It hadn’t been the best journey she’d ever been on.

Most wolves her age were still with their birth pack, thinking about branching out on their own. She’d been forced to it a little earlier than most. Not by anything too traumatic, really. The food had been unable to support a five member pack. Her brother was a better hunter. Her sister – the charming one. Poor Vaya was on the bottom of the totem pole again. Truly, it wasn’t a terrible place to be. It had been her relegated place since birth. Eating last was rote, not being included in decisions was her life. She didn’t mind it, not when it meant she could keep to her own devices. Until, of course, the food ran out. She’d always assumed she’d just be the nursemaid in her later years. Care for younger siblings, perhaps even nieces or nephews. She had accepted this as her fate and even perhaps looked forward to being a doting aunt. After all, she was just so… Average. She wouldn’t stand out when the boys came looking for mates.

Average. It could always be worse.

The average brown eyes were fully open now, accustomed to the light around her. How far had she travelled last night? She couldn’t quite be sure. The last part she vaguely remembered as a blur of dark trees passing by. Surely she must find a land she can call home soon. Get her expected life back on track. And, well, it wasn’t going to happen if she continued to lay there. With another sigh she lifted her front end from the hard ground, followed smoothly by the rear. A good shake rid her average reddish-brown coat from dirt. Perhaps she might finally find a home here. After all, she was no threat. Her body neither large and built, nor small and charming. She was… You guessed it, average.

But average wolves were needed too. Not everyone could be beautiful, nor strong, nor cunning. She had her place in life – if only she could find it. She glanced to the north – maybe that direction today? But the south looked equally as inviting. Indecision gripped her. Seriously, how hard was it to simply find someplace one belonged!?

Somewhere she could belong.