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Posted on July 20, 2018 at 08:07:54 PM by slavka

Name: Slavka

Age: adult

Gender: female

Appearance: Slavka is a lean, stringy beast, whittled down to stark whipcords of iron muscle and tense sinew. She stands at the average height for a female of her breed, yet her painful skinniness makes her seem incredibly small. But not delicate. Never delicate. Scars trace thin lines over her gaunt, feminine face. Her pelt ripples night-black over her frame, its shadow interrupted by splashes of rich blonde on her muzzle, eyes, and throat. The eyes that glare at the world are the color of polished amethyst. In another time, Slavka was stunning . . . but now she is fierce in her decay.

Personality: Slavka is a bitter, savage thing, operating on primal instincts to survive. Living in her more animalistic mind means that this she-wolf barely speaks unless she's startled, as if someone needs to jolt her out of hypnosis. She snarls at strangers. Runs from friendship. Destroys bridges. The only wolves Slavka shows any tenderness to are pups . . . but most of the time, even seeing a pup brings her to the brink of hysterical tears.

Breed: grey

History: Slavka did not grow up in a loving pack. Abused by her parents - and later her mate - she did not expect, nor understand, affection. She existed to be useful: to feed the pack, produce pups for her mate, and fade into the background when she was not needed. Her world was loneliness and despair, so dark and complete Slavka believed she would die never knowing love. And then he was born: her first son. Her only child. A pitiful litter, by the standards of her mate . . . but the boy replaced Slavka's world of sadness with one of joy and light. She adored that sweet prince - more than anything or anyone. So when her precious universe vanished, and was discovered a week later brutalized beyond recognition, she shattered.

OOC: xathira

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Accepted! - By xathira July 29, 2018 at 03:02:14 AM
x - By staff August 20, 2018 at 01:21:13 PM

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