Username:
Xanga
Number of Pup:
Number 2.
Name:
Nephthys ((Means Goddess of death.)) I chose this name because of her dark colors and design.
Gender:
Female
Age:
Lets say almost a year old. They are pups, pups don't magically grow into a full grown adult like that it takes time.
Number of tails:
Seeing as females have five tails. She only has five.
Personality:
Nephthys is adventurous, she stares danger in the eye you could say. She walks alone, because she chooses this path she is cruel and very unkind to others. Her only friend the one whom she never shuts out is her little fox companion Nyx ((Meaning Goddess of night.))
History/Story:
((Her History is way longer than this. I will be writing her history in the form of a story, as that's the best i can think of right now. ))
Puppyhood
Nephthys wriggled around beside her mothers belly. Only being one week old she had just barely opened her eyes. Her mother licked her soothing her. She fell into a deep sleep, outside you could hear the pitter patter of rain. A gentle breeze blew through her soft puppy fur. She cuddled close to her mother, she pinned her ears back as she slept. She woke up mid day the next day, she found her eyes to be open all the way. She tried standing, her little legs to frail and could barely support her weight. She laid back down just as quickly as she stood. She looked around for her mother, no sight of her.
((seven weeks later.))
Nephthys leaped into the air, her target only two feet above her. She could jump very high and land with cat like grace. She snarled leaping for the butterfly as she has been for the last five minutes. Her mother had left her alone to hunt. She gave up and stalked towards a bush, she sniffed the air. She wiggled her behind, all five of her tails swaying in the wind. She leaped into the bush, to land on a nest. Why would a nest be hidden in a bush? Six chicks looked up at her frightened, they stared at her for two seconds before peeping loudly. Nephthys being the curious pup she is sniffed at them, one pecked her nose. She yelped in pain and snarled, picking the chick up and gulping it down. She enjoyed the taste and the feel of warm blood splashing on her tough. She picked another chick up but was thrown back. The mother bird squawked madly, using her talons to fight the young pup back.
Nephthys yelped not knowing what to do she ran. The mother bird fallowed her, a angry growl sounded from behind her. Her mother had returned, she howled and tackled the bird who fought back with everything she had. In the end the mother T.O.S had won her and her pup ate the bird and curled up to sleep. The next morning Nephthys yawned and darted outside. She ran untill she reached the cliff, she looked out over the land scape. That's when she heard it she turned around, perking her ears. She growled a bit and ran back home, the sight that awaited her was terrible. A trail of blood leading into the den, she darted in eyes wide with fear. She yelped at the sight, someone or something had slit her mothers throat. She howled with sarrow and ran to the broken body of her dearest mother. She nuzzled her muzzle into her soft fur. She looked at the entrance to the den with tear soaked eyes, all she would think about was making whoever or whatever did this pay. She wanted to make them feel the same pain she feels now.
She stayed beside her mothers body for three days, not eating or drinking a thing. She gathered the strength to pull herself up and barrie her mothers body in the dirt part of the den. She then went to look for some easy prey. She found another small nest of baby birds, she sighed and gulped them down. She ran off before the mother bird could return...
Companion:
Considering the fact that she looks for danger, i would say a small fox would be a best fit for her.
Art:
I will complete this very soon.