.:.|Username|.:.
.For.The.Win.
.:.|Name|.:.
Echo
.:.|Nickname(s)|.:.
Echo isn't short enough?
.:.|Age|.:.
Teen wolf, almost adult
.:.|Gender|.:.
Female/Girl/Woman/Fae/She/Her/Chick whatever you want to call it
.:.|Crush|.:.
"Yeah. Most likely not going to happen."
.:.|Mate|.:.
"Again, most likely not going to happen."
.:.|Pups|.:.
"I adore pups, and want some of my own but I have not found a mate, nor do I like most other wolves."
.:.|Kin|.:.
"Dead."
.:.|Pack|.:.
"River."
.:.|Rank/Rank wanted|.:.
"Lead Huntress," *sigh* "or hunter."
.:.|Personality|.:.
She is a rather harsh wolf. She doesn't get used to guys fast. Girls are only slightly better, as long as they are not bi or lesbians, that creeps her out a bit. She doesn't like people in general. It would be rather hard for her to find a mate with how she is. She can be skiddish sometimes, and is frightened rather easily, but she will stand her ground if needed. She has a nice, kind, and loving side, it's just hard to get to. She can question people a lot when she is nervous around them, either scared, threatened, or possibly crushing, but the last one is rare, and has only happened once in her life before, and she has met a lot of people. There are only three reasons why she would be nice, or nicer to you. If you have a pup and it's with you at the moment, if you are a higher rank that her, and finally if she likes you, which as stated above is extremely rare.
.:.|History|.:.
The male crept forward 'Don't move, you will die.' she hissed, her legs crouching.
'Oh.. sweatheart, don't do this, not again.'
She snarled at him 'I'm not your sweatheart. I wish I didn't know you, or that you were never born.'
'Then you'd never be born.' he said, a smirk appearing across his face.
'Less talking, more fighting, dad.' she growled, leaping at him and getting onto his back. Her dad swiped but he missed. He tried to shake her off but could not because her claws had dug into his back. He stood on his hind legs only for a moment so he could push her back against a tree.
'Oof.' she grumbled, her back starting to bleed and she slid down the tree. Her father stepped back and was about to lunge at her neck when she gave him a hard kick to his belly with her back legs. Her father flung back and landed in the lake near them. 'Crap, he can't swim.' she ran toward him, but it was too late he had gone under, he had sunken so fast.
'DAD!' she screamed, leaning her head over the side to look in the river for him. 'Dad.' she whispered to herself, hanging her head over the lake.
She had made a burial near the lake and has lived there ever since.
.:.|Likes|.:.
Pups, rarely some wolves, few things.
.:.|Dislikes|.:.
Other wolves, her father, her father's death, omegas, alphas, betas, most things.
.:.|Other|.:.
Purple Platypus
