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Kennel number: P14
Name: Elena Lockhart
Meaning: The Bright One in Spanish
Nickname: El, Ena but she usually doesn't like those names
Kingdom: Animalia
Phylum: Chordata
Class: Mammalia
Order: Carnivora
Family: Canidae
Subfamily: Caninae
Tribe: Canini
Genus: Canis
Species: C. lupus
Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?: When I first saw her i didn't quite feel a connection but after this latest revamp and the slight design change my heart filled with love. A story instantly started forming in my head for her. She had such a strong pull on me that I couldn’t stop myself from trying out for her.
Personality:
Headstrong - Elena doesn't like being told what to do. If you tell her she can't she will do everything in her power to do it.
Caring - Though she may seem tough and defiant on the outside she is very sweet when you get to know her. Not many have seen this side of her.
Rebel - She does what she wants most of the time. And she will find different ways of doing things if ordered.
Tough - Because of the treatment in her young childhood she gained a tough exterior. She hates showing weakness, but for some reason Malandar brings it out of her.
Fighter - She will fight for what she believes in even if it isn't what everyone else does.
Likes:
Water - Water really soothes Elena. Usually she takes a bath or goes for a swim if something is bothering her. Her love for the water also comes from her hate and fear of heat and fire (read below for more info).
Nighttime - Most shifters feel better during the night, and Elena is no exception. She feels closer to her inner "beast", and she enjoys the feeling
Friends - Who doesn't like friends? For Elena her friends are her only family.
Motorcycles - She always loved motorcycles because of her adopted father. He taught her everything she knew and now she works as a mechanic in the pack-run store.
Building - She has been working on to rebuild an old bike. When she is frustrated or bored, she will head to the garage and work until she is too exhausted.
Running - Running helps clear her mind. She takes a run every morning to wake herself up, usually while in her canine form. The feeling of the wind in her hair and the ground rushing under her is exhilarating.
Working out - Same as running. She doesn't get as much time to actually lift weights, but she does most of that at her job.
Dislikes:
Thunderstorms - When she was a child, her father was afraid of her. He abandoned her on the side of the road against the will of her step sister. When she was on her own, powerful storms swept through the area. This scarred her for the rest of her life.
Strangers - Most shifters are wary of strangers. Especially Elena. She didn't socialize much while she was in Taylor's care. For that she has a hard time trusting newcomers.
Heat/fire - A thunderstorm lit the forest on fire. She was surrounded by the heat and fire, and her only way out was through two burning trees. She made it out but the trees she went through burned both sides of her. (which explains the three markings on her sides. They are actually healed burns.
Climbing - Elena has a natural fear of heights. She has never liked them and avoids them at all costs
Flying - Reason is above.
Pack: Northshade Pack
Rank: Unknown
Mate: None
Kin:
Human father – Taylor Portar
Walker Mother – Sarafina Lockhart (dead)
Step Sister - Melanie Portar
Adopted father - Benson Lockhart
Human
Tattoos: She has the female symbol in black ink on her wrist. Coming off the sides are small wings also in black. She covers this tattoo with the leather bracelet she wears.
Hair: Short chocolate brown hair. Usually covers her eyes. Most of the time unruly
Skin: She is native American colored with slight African American roots
Eyes: Blue. They are sometimes hard to see because of the way her bangs fall into her face.
Job: Mechanic. She specializes in motorcycles
History/Background:
I can feel myself being pulled from the dark recesses of sleep. With a reluctant groan, I roll out of bed, dropping to all fours instantly. In the blink of an eye, I am a wolf. My bangs remain long, covering my eyes. Sitting down on my haunches, I scratch away the remaining tingles from the transformation. Looking through the calm, dawn light, I jump through my open window and into the crisp morning air. Taking a deep breath, I allow my eyes to close, and I can smell the beginning of a new day.
Hopefully i won't have too much work today. I think as i trot through the dewy grass and into the small patch of woods behind my one story apartment complex.
As I enter the dark woods, I take off at full speed, reveling in the wind running through my fur. At least it isn't windy. Jumping a log, I catch the scent of rabbit and instantly slow, tracking the alluring scent. I am about to jump from my spot in the bush when something catches my attention. A glimmer or silver to my right.
Oh crap! I think, shooting backward, away from the gun.
I hear it fire and can feel the cold sting as the bullet skims the side of my head right below my ear. Luckily my cheek fur is unusually long or it would have been worse. I sprint through the forest making circles and loops so I won't lead my pursuer to my home. With a final burst of speed, I make my way toward my apartment and back through my window.
"I cannot believe I got shot"! I exclaim, looking at the blood trickling down my wound.
I had turned back into my human form as soon as I was safe and sound in my own room
"There has never never been a hunter in there before", I keep muttering as I dab at the wound with hydrogen peroxide. With every dab I take a sharp intake of breath. Opening up my medicine cabinet, I grab my liquid stitches. Opening the bottle I push together the wound and seal it. Ring, ring, ring!
"Oh crap!" I yell, running to my phone on the bedside table. Looking at the time, I realize I am almost late for work
"Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap, oh crap!" I exclaim as I rush around, throwing on my uniform and grabbing my keys. I then rush out the door.
Running down the small sidewalk, I make my way to the parking lot and hop on my bike. The only thing of value in my life is my motorcycle a Ducati Monster painted bright green by me with little pawprints running up the sides. Shoving my key in the ignition, I start her up, and she roars to life. Within seconds I am flying down the road.
***
Pulling into the garage parking lot I take my usual spot, near the front. Kicking my kickstand down, I hop off my bike in the same instant that I turn it off. In a swift movement the keys are in my hand, and I am through the door.
"I know I know! I am late. But i have a good excuse this time!" I call as Malander my boss, and the alpha of local shifter pack stares me down.
"Oh yeah, and what would that be?" he calls in his rich southern accent.
He had come from the great south, but that was before he challenged our old leader to rights of alpha. Let's just say a 28-year-old against over a hundred years just doesn't seem fair. But Malander has done a good job, and has stopped some of the inner arguments that used to break out. He has a large group of un-mated females after him, most of which have slept with half the pack. Marcia, Parvety, and Marley are the worst of the bunch. Shaking my head, I turn back to him after placing my bag underneath the counter.
"I went on my usual run today and ran into a hunter," I call, pushing my short hair out of the way to show him my recent wound.
I can feel more than hear the deep menacing growl permeating through Malander. I raise my hands slowly and tilt my head, baring my neck. I always hate submitting and usually fight it, but right now is not the time to do so. I slowly step forward his eyes locked on mine.
"Hey, don't worry. I am fine, and I doubt he realized what I was." I murmur. His hands reach out and grasp my upper arms.
"Do you realize you could have died?!" He yells. "A hunter has never lived here, and they have never entered here. There is no way this is a coincidence!"
I remain still in his iron grip and make sure to keep my eyes lowered and neck showed.
Look at me, Elena!" He growls, shaking me again until I raise my eyes. His tone became soothing. "What did the hunter look like?"
I think hard but all I remember was the reflection of a rifle muzzle.
"Elena!" He yells again, and I finally lose my control.
I knew I came close to dying today, but being here makes it so much more real. I break his grip, knowing full well that I would have bruises later. There went the shirt i wanted to wear to my favorite club.
"Stop! Just stop yelling at me!" I snarl, taking another step back. "I didn't see who was shooting at me. All I know is a rifle muzzle was pointed at me, and I got the heck out of there. If you want me to go back and do it all again, I will make sure to get a description!"
He growls again, and I can feel the power radiating from him. He is extremely close to shifting. He steps forward, his light brown eyes blinking to gold. But I do not back down; I stand where I am and stare back.
The staring contest went on for several minutes until the backfire of an engine broke the tension. Jumping to my senses, I lower my eyes and back up. With an irritated huff, I spin around and go to the garage door. Pressing the button, I watch as it goes up. And there right in front of me is a tall mascular man about my age. His scent hits me hard, and I am instantly confused. It is a mix of a Feline shifter and human; I can even smell a hint of something else... but what is it? There is only one possible explanation to his scent: he is a half-breed.
Looking over at Malander, I watch his muscles stiffen as the scent floats toward him. Putting on a small business-like smile, I step forward.
"Hello, Welcome. My name is Elena, and this is the owner of the shop, Malander." I coo, extending my hand to the newcomer.
The guy cocks his head slightly before lifting one side of his lips in a crooked smile. "Hello Elena..." he responds, shaking my hand firmly, but with a gentleness that surprises me. "Malander," he calls lifting his head in a swift motion. "My name is Issac."
Shooting a glance towards Malander, I see that he is still tensed. "Well Isaac what may I help you with?" I ask quickly placing myself between my boss and this newcomer.
"It seems that my bike is in need of some maintenance. Something must have happened during my trip, and now it is making a weird clinking noise."
I laugh at the face and hand motions he was making. I could still tell Malander was tense and with a sigh I turn to him. "Malander, why don't you take a look at Isaac's bike while i check his info?" I say, looking at him sternly.
With a slight grunt, he nods, and we head our separate ways. When I am almost out of arms reach and Isaac is farther ahead Malander grabs my wrist and spins me close to him. My breath hitches when I collide with his solid chest and his bright blue eyes connect with mine. He leans close to my ear and whispers, "You will check his info then come straight to me!" he orders
Narrowing my eyes, I yank my arm free. "Whatever," I snap, following Isaac into the next room with our computer system. I hate being ordered around.
Time passes, and Isaac's info is perfect. We talk a little about our favorite things and some other random subjects until we are both out of topics and sit in silence. With a sigh, I stand up and motion for him to follow me. We head out to the front to find Malander wiping his hands on a rag. He gives a slight signal for me to join next to him, and I grumpily oblige. Placing a hand on my hip, I pout inwardly.
"It seems your bike had a kink in a gear. It was simple to get to and was easily fixed," Malander said curtly, and roll my eyes at his child-like behavior. "This one is on the house so if you wish you can be on your way."
Whipping my head up I stare at Malander dumbfounded. Why would he do that? I think.
"Thanks." Isaac says, brushing past Malander and mounting his bike. He turns his crooked smile to me, and I can't help but smile back. "Thank you for the conversation, Elena. I hope to do it again soon," he laughs.
"Same here. Thank you for stopping by, and please come again if you need help!" I call as he starts his engine.
I keep myself from yelping as Malander places a rough grip on my arm in warning, and I shoot him a glare. I watch as Isaac's eyes narrow onto my arm before driving off. When he was out of sight, Malander spins me toward him for the hundredth time today. .
More to come
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Other:
have a feeling that this is going to turn into a long story. I won't be able to get it all done in the allotted time, but I hope to keep going if I get the character. I will keep working on it when I get the chance, though I hope that is okay.
, how can I edit my form to be better?
