Hey everyone, I'm Kotayle! You can call my Koty though! I am a pretty active writer, I love to draw and bake amazing cakes/cupcakes.. random but fun. Anyways... Let me know if anyone wants relations with Ketsiah or be a possible guardian for my pup, Emily- whom I just finished <3✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺✺ⓑⓐⓢⓘⓒⓢ{name}
Emily (Emmy) Faolri
{gender}
Female

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HERE{age}
7
{rank}
Pup
{trait}
Dependant
{alternate shift}
Snow Leopard
{history}
Emily was being raised by both parents, she was an only child in a nice, but modest home. Her mother and father did not belong to the pack, they were just loners, hiding from the government and hoping their child would never get dragged into the war that was raging between the pack and the shifters. It was only a matter of time though before things would go horribly wrong. The day started out just like any other, Emily had been woken by her mother, and groggily walked her into the kitchen for breakfast. Her father had shortly joined after she sat down, opening his paper and sipping on his coffee when a knock came at the door.
Unaware of any danger, Emily's mother answered the door with a pleasant and usual smile, it hardly had any time to fade as she fell to the floor. There hadn't been a sound to the cause of death, no gunshot, no sound of a blade or sound of struggle... she had just fallen, and that sound enough was enough for Emily's father to pick her up and hide her in a lower cupboard they had always left empty. Emily remembers him telling her to stay quiet and not to be afraid, but the truth was, she was terrified. Her father closed the door, ending everything she had never known of her life.
She heard the storming boots through her kitchen, the sound of something heavy hitting the floor and later the destruction of everything around her. Emily didn't come out for hours- it may have even been a whole day, it needed to be quiet for her to feel safe. As she crawled out of the cabinet, Emily stood in front of a broken down table... shattered glass and stale pancakes scattered about the floor. The house was empty and left and ruin. Stepping back, her back hit the counter and she slid down, using it as support until she was on the floor, knees hugged to her chest. Her parents had been killed by shifters under the government's control, Emily, or as her parent's called her, Emmy, the girl was left to fend for herself, all alone.
Eventually, someone (Open if anyone is open to having a child that's not theirs) from the pack found her, coaxed her out of hiding and brought her in. She hadn't reached out much since she had been rescued, but it was only a matter of time before she got out of her shell a bit more.
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___{Height}
___{eye color}
___{wolf form}
Brighton Sharbino
__________3 feet, 11 inches
__________Blue
______________Here._______ ⓘⓝⓢⓘⓓⓔ{personality}
Emily was a rather rambunctious child, but now she's really only comfortable around those she knows and trusts. At first, the small girl is very timid and shy, unsure of who she can trust and who should and can talk to- especially after her parent's death- so she has adapted to his ways of social communication. Emmy is an extremely kind-hearted young girl, she prefers to help others than to tear them down and when it comes to people she is close with, she works quite hard to not only impress them but keep them proud of her. Working hard until she's exhausted, running as fast as she can, pushing every limit her little body allows, Emily would easily risk her own safety if it meant protecting others in the long run, sometimes it is best to have someone reel her in when she gets out of hand as she definitely has a tendency to overdo things. That was Emily before her parents passing. Now, she is quiet, reserved, more shy and timid, and seemingly helpless to do anything on her own. She craves safety and stability and will latch onto anyone or anything that gives her that.
{lovelife}
Too young to consider what that looks like.