Kennel Number:18
Name:Illia
Gender:Female
SpeciesWereyena
What do you plan to use this adoption for:Usually for role-plays and stories. My supply on characters is also low. I will also use this adoption for drawing and maybe a mate for one of my other charries or CS pets. I also love the design and I LOVE SWIRLIES! I love the red on the fur and the swirls color that accompanies iT is very nice. Since the red and black are darker, I think it was creative, the way the yellow was added, making the design instantly brighter. The red was a nice touch to the whole design. I also quite like the lineart, but not as much as the design or the character
Personality:Mysterious and slightly antisocial, she usually dislikes company and stays away from her other siblings. She is very smart and loves exploring new places. She loves nature and all it brings. She is teased a lot and bullied because of her strange markings, so she usually acts hostile towards new people.she loves to sleep and will nap any time she gets. When she does make friends, she turns into an easygoing and happy animal. She reveals all her secrets to the one she trusts. Deep down she really does want to nice and kind, but because of the bullying she speaks before thinking.
Even though people hate her, she listens to all the conversations around her. Taking in what people are saying. She is very understanding and is wise for her age. She will often speak her mind, even if the truth is better not spoken. This is another trait that the other people hate, because sometimes to truth may be Insulting. She tries to keep her mouth shut and make friends, but it doesn't work. She can't help snapping at them, and that scares them away.
Illia has learnt that staying away from everyone else in activities, lunch and hunting will prevent bullying. They pretend that they don't know she exists, but Illia is content with that. And when the new wolves come or dogs, she ignores them, making friends for her is hard, fir she never had a friend in her life. Her self-esteem has disappeared, so in class, she never raises her hand. Scared to be judged by the others. She has had a hard life in the past with things hard to imagine. She keeps them to herself but desperately wants to talk to someone about it. But even the teachers hate her, she can hear them talking to each other. Calling her a problem child.
Illia feels it's hard to feel emotions, as if not feeling sad had filled up all her sorrow. She is very quiet, because if she was loud, the bullies would taunt her. In bed she would cry letting the tears roll down her cheeks, that is the only time she will ever show her emotion. Sometimes she hurts herself, for pain keeps in the sorrow, Nobody seems to understand her and she is excluded.
Illia thinks of herself as a mistake, something that should never of been born, as she looks at her yellow markings in the lake, she wishes that she was someone else. So Illia has grown to hate herself. She hates the way her ears twitch when she's thinking, she hates the way how her fur colors clash, bright and black.Sometimes she wishes people will accept her as who she is, but that thought soon vanished when she was bullied. She wants a mother but she knows her birth mother had hated her, leaving her in the grass where everyone could see her.
But when Illia does have a friend, she embraces this chance with her life. She opens up, and soon shows a different upside to her personality. (Just like her colors , bright and black) She begins to start laughing a beautiful sound and soon joins in on activities. She starts to reveal who she actually is, not a mask she puts on when she is bullied. She turns affectionate and playful like the pup she once was. Illia had thought that side had disappeared. But was she wrong!
Background:
Illia stumbled into the grass clearing, feeling the bite in her back burn with intense pain. She remembered the images of her mother, screaming at her. Biting her, driving her away yelling at her "Go Away I don't need a Child. Leave me alone!" Illia had said no and stayed, she need a mother. She was too young to venture out by herself. But her birth mother didn't seem to care, she howled and bit Illia, her own child. Illia had screamed as she felt the blood pool down her fur. She then limped off into the clearing where hunger eyes looked on.
Illia was exhausted and the pain was overwhelming her. She lay Down on her good side of her back. But she knew better than to sleep. For even she could see the hungry eyes looking at her, waiting for her to sleep or stumble. "Hyenas" she murmured "My own kind". She ousted herself up before stumbling into the bushes, her eyelids close to drooping. The images if her mother kept returning, causing Illia to scream or cry loudly. She stumbled clumsily into a few trees when she heard voices, she stumbled hastily and saw a few wolves crouched in a circle, she stumbles falling to the ground, and blacked out just in time to see all the wolves turn to her.
"Look at her markings, she could be an omen, we can't keep her" Illia was awake but she kept her eyes closed. In pain inhere back didn't hurt as much as before. "You're right Triton, she doesn't look like us, she definitely different" Another voice murmured tending to Illias wound. It hurt, but Illia didn't move. "Hope she's dead" Triton said. "TRITON!" another voice boomed from outside. "We will keep her, like it or not, and she is not dead, can't you see she's alive, can't you hear the blood pumping!" the voice yelled. "But leader Black! She's.... Okay then, Im going" Triton said, Illia heard footsteps retreating.
Illia poked her head shyly out of the medical den, and saw a lot of young wolves her age playing. She walked over to join then. When one of the wolves saw her and whispered something to the wolf next to her. Then they all looked at her in undisguised disgust. "Hi" Illia said cautiously ignoring the glares. "I'm.." Illia was abruptly cut off by the wolf that was clearly the leader of their 'clique' "EWWW! Get away from me ugly!" she taunted laughing. Illia was hurt. "Sorry" she murmured before limping off under the shade of a tree where nobody could see her.
Illia grew up and learnt to hunt well, she usually caught large hares and once even a deer, nobody seemed to notice, and people only gave her the small deformed mouse of the food pile. Illia ignored the bullying and sometimes screamed at them, causing to adults to punish her. So Illia usually stayed from the others, a loner. She could hear what they were all saying behind her back calling her an omen, a mistake, an problem child. Illia was sometimes confused, why did they all hate her, but she soon realized it was because she was different. "Different is bad" she whispered to herself one night.
Illias scar disappeared but not the mental ones, she was scarred from all the bullying and hostility. She had been rejected countless times. So when some new wolves joined the clan, she ignored them. And so most of them ignored her. MOST. One wold Sunnie had trotted up to her the second he stood foot on the clan. "Hello" he said smiling warmly. Illia turned to face him expecting this as a joke or another bully. Instead she saw a bright happy wolf smiling happily at her. "Go away, Im different, different is bad" she snarled half to herself and half to the wolf. But the wold didn't budge. "No!" he said teasingly. The wold painfully of reminded her of herself when she was young, and it scared her. "Fine but it's not like Im going to talk to you, and I told you Im different so no one will be friends with you if you are going to be friends with" Illia said. Sunnie smiled. "You're not different, you're beautiful, what's your name" Sunnie said. Illia stared open-mouthed at the wold.He just called her beautiful, she felt hope surge through her. Illia smiled for once in a long time and it came easily. "Hello! I'm Illia!" she said smiling. And that was when a friendship bloomed.
"Mother! lOOKIE what I found!" One of Illias pups yelled. Illia trotted towards it. "Yes Clover!?" Sunnie said already next to the pup. Illia smiled as she saw her pups rolling around and Sunnie laughing. Finally life was good.
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But soon enough I'll find a herd to live in happily.'
