A g e ; ;
"Well.. If you need to know..
I am 29 months old,
or as some wolves would say,
two years and five months
old. Technically, I'm almost 2
and a half."
G e n d e r ; ;
"I am a male...
I'll end my sarcasm right there.
I'm 100% female.
That is all I want to be and
that is all I'll ever be..
Besides awesome..." (;
; ; K i r a ; ;
D e s c r i p t i o n ; ;
"Well you have a picture of me above.. I suppose I could describe myself though. My stomach, the tip of my tail, my legs, paws, and parts of my face, including my snout, are an off white, cream-like color. Where there is no cream or white is where my fur is black. It is a dark black to. Hmm.. What am I forgetting? Oh yes!
My fur is soft, shiny, and always neat. Don't let it fool you though, I'm not very neat and organized out of that! The little gap between my eyes has a strip of white fur. I like it to be honest. My eyes are a very light blue with darker blue around the outside of my iris.. I have been told I have pretty eyes, but I don't mind them to much."
P e r s o n a l i t y & H i s t o r y ; ;
"I think my personality is a bit based off of my history, but I don't know, I am a female after all.. I have been told I amstubborn,sweet,caring,funny,and honest... Once you get to know me.
I am a naturally good fighter and I don't take disrespect. My personality when a wolf and I first meet or talk can range from a demon to a sweet heart depending on the wolf, how they act towards me, and my mood. No matter what though, it is hard for me to trust anyone. My past was rough and harsh, so it reflects on my personality now."
"As a pup I loved the first eight months of my life. Then, I was taken into war. I hadn't been taught anything and now it was fight or die. I fought like a machine. My heart felt like ice. It was cold and this way I got my anger out. It felt as if my parents didn't love me. I was only born to fight in the pack. I stopped fighting right then and just watched the scenery all around me. Wolves crying out into the cool crust night as they take their last painful breath. I knew this wasn't for me, but I couldn't disappoint my family so I half heartily fought.
After the battle, lots of pack members were wounded or killed. We dragged the deiced far from camp, because if we didn't, bears and other predators would come looking for them. I found my brother and my sister, my only siblings, dead. I cried out into the night sky a sad, long, mournful howl. It echoed far and wide. I then buried them, something Most wolves wouldn't do for their family, but I did. We were close. I loved them very much. The battle was a flash, and the last sight of my sister I saw was her fighting by my side. After that everything was blurry. A tear fell down my face and the alpha growled at me."Wow. You survived." He walked towards my and rubbed his tail under my chin."I'm glad you did. Such a pretty she-wolf you are. You're also a very good fighter and you're loyal. I like that of many things about you." I looked over him as he said this to me. He had half of one ear and a big nick of his other ear gone as well. The alpha was seven years old and had thin but long fur. He was ugly. Not a nice thing to say but I'm being honest. Out of the corner of my eye I saw my parents poking their head out of the bushes."That is why, your parents and I have decided you will be my mate when you are a year old." I turned back to him and heard this. As I did, my jaw dropped and a growl slipped out."Mother! Father!" I ran in the direction I saw them last and growled. I was fast enough to catch up with them and I growled. "How could you?!
" Mother whipped around and faced me with a cruel face. She laughed evilly,"What do you think you were born for? I could've killed you afterwords, but you were pretty. This, we could use to become betas ourselves. Believe me. We thought this over." The words hit my heart like a car. Tears filled my eyes and I darted away.
I laid in my den for days, finally I came out and continued to live my life like nothing happened. I ate, swam, hunted again for the pack, and socialized. The alpha began abusing me by biting me, scratching me, and hurting my physically and mentally. For months I did this then I was almost a year old. It was a few days until I would be mates with the ugly, horrible alpha. I wasn't power hungry. I just wanted a good mate. Finally, it was the day I was suppose to become mates with him. Before he announced it I ran away. After a while I stopped and lived on my own. Another year passed and I became lonely, so I kinda made a pack. Scar Pack.. That is where I am now."
R a n k ; ;
"I am Alpha of Scar pack. That is all I wish to be."
(If that's okay.)
M a t e , C r u s h , o r P u p s ; ;
"Erm. No to all of them. I wish I had all three though. I'll be looking."
O t h e r ; ;Priya