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Neith's name comes from ancient egypt
meaning divine mother, also the possibi
lty of water and, the goddess of hunting,
weaving, and war.

Positives: selfless, brave, loyal, attentive
gentle to close ones, intelligent, trustworthy
strong, strategic, creative, quick learner, qui
ck thinker, quick problem solver, good listener,
paitent with young ones.
Negatives: cold-hearted, violent, aggressive,
dangerous, mysterious, venomous, trust issues
vengeful, bold, impulsive, intimidating, over-
protective, chaotic, vain, brute-ish, cunning,
extremely dominant, some say evil, confusing,
hot-headed, standoffish

Neith has a very rough personality. Some would call her evil and some would say the opposite. Depends on how you know this fae. To start this off Neith has a very cold, standoffish vibe to her. With her cold eyes and her dead serious tone, she means business there and now. Neith for many reasons has good explanations for being so venomous, hot-headed, vain and many other things. Neith is violent to keep herself safe. When she begins something she plans on finishing it and keeps it that way. She makes it so no one can hurt her again. Neith when she starts something or if someone else starts it as said plans to finish it for good. If no one stops her she will most likely terrify the one challenging her or you know finish them. She leaves a mark on them either emotionally or physically. She will make sure you know to screw off and stay away from her and will not forgive you if you've hurt her well enough. You can try to make her love you again but there's no chance. It'll never be the same as before. In the past, Neith's trust issues have gotten her into trouble and many others, because she can't trust anyone to help her or care for her the ways she cares for someone. Not in like a loving way but if she likes you as a friend and you use her, she will most likely never forgive you no matter what you do or try. Neith if she found out you've done something to someone she cares about will personally hunt you down and teach you a lesson with her sharp tongue, claws and fangs if it comes to that. She won't tolerate the bullying in her life and will personally put you down if you try to bully her.

In a way, Neith is a cliche. Cold and rocky on the outside and soft and mushy on the inside. That's partially true. Neith 90% of the time is cold hearted and snappy, while the other 10% she's soft and mushy towards close friends or young pups. She will sometimes be found pup sitting if no one can since she has high patients with pups or young apprentices in training to become whatever. She has her over-protective trait which will keep the ones she cares for safe most of the time, but this can also get her into trouble, because, she gets snappy and defensive when it comes to them, only cause she wants to make sure they're safe and away from all harm. She always feels the need to protect everyone, even if they've done something to her, she will still protect you because she can't help it. Neith will attach to someone and trust them and will protect that person with her life if it comes to that. She will trust them with her deepest darkest secrets and will be the best of friends with them. In the past Neith has cared for young pups, not her own but, friends pups because well she can't have her own. Neith still has that motherly nature to her depending if she loves the pups. She will attach to a certain pup usually the youngest and care for them and spend time with them if no one else will. Only a certain few have seen this happen before.

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Name: Neith
Age: six and a half
Sex: female/feminine
Top Coat: ebony
Underbelly: ebony
Fur features: her coat is rather short
and slick, silky.
Eye color: pale green
Eye Features: she has flecks of brow
n/amber in her eyes.
Build: toned, oversized, muscular, la
rger than the average female, sturdy,
broad.
Height: ninty centimeters
Weight: sixty-five kilograms
Body Features: several thin scars on
her stomach and several large ones, a
scar across her muzzle and left eyes,
she has hooped ears located on her l
eft ear.
Disfigurations: Neith has oversized p
aws.
Accent: American(intense/serious)
Voice: Charilze theron
Scent: Oil, iron, in coming rain.
Theme(s): "what is love"//"burn"//
"bestfriend"//"way down we go"

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Hunting: 3/5
Tracking: 5/5
Fighting: 5/5
Sight: 4/5
Hearing: 3/5
Cooperation: 1/5
Medical: 2/5
Intelligence: 5/5
Stamina: 3/5
Speed: 4/5
Bravery: 5/5

Hunting:
Neith has okay hunting skills. Not having the greatest stamina she can't always keep up with the prey, but her speed and powerful limbs and body make up for her lack of high stamina. Her powerful legs keep her at a pace until she needs to speed up, and her strong jaws make killing easy, so it takes less time. Her over-sized body though makes it sometimes hard to hunt because she is easily seen, and her dark coat doesn't make it any easy if she's hunting mid day. Normally she's just hunting to spook the prey for others because of her massive size she's intimidating to most.
Tracking//smell:
Neith is a better tracker than a hunter, with an incredible sense of smell she is sometimes a 'bounty' hunter no matter where she is. She will track a lost pup, a herd of elk or deer, a lost wolf, or anything asked. Though her skill is most have she is experienced at tracking and killing. Yes a frightening thought, being tracked by a wolf with the senses of a hell hound some would say as a joke/in a joking manner. Though some in the past referred to her as a hell hound or spawn, due to her chaotic nature and her massive size compared to others.
Fighting:
This section is Neith's strongest spot. Strategic. Strong. Risky and massive, Neith is the best at what she does and for good reason. She figures out her opponents moves/objective and uses their strategy against them. Power body, jaws and razor sharp fangs and claws Neith is a tank practically just waiting to trample others in her path if they get in the way. When in battle Neith aims for finishing the battles once and for all. This either means the enemy surrenders or she puts them 6ft under. Normally the challenger surrenders and Neith's warns them to stay away from her and any others.
Sight:
Eagles eyes, she has. Gorgeous, enchanting pale green eyes, Neith doesn't just have them for good looks, she has them for other things, like tracking as said above, hunting and practically everything else. They almost tell her story, and what has happened to her. They're filled with anger, pain, and emptiness. At times they're filled with, gentleness, and kindness, but normally everything before that.
Hearing:
As for hearing Neith has very good ears. Usually catching conversations around her without others knowing, she's sometimes known for hearing this she shouldn't have. Sometimes it's for the greater good, or just for her own fun and purposes. She sometimes uses the information she's found out against others if it's that bad. Neith although doesn't have anything to hide, so she doesn't have anything against herself.
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Neith's Mother(Gweneth)
Neith's Birth Father(Unknown Name)
Neith's 'Father'(Drilocus)
Neith's Oldest Half Brother(Zundre)
Neith's Oldest Real Brother(Zake)
Neith's Middle Real Brother(Elwin)
Neith's Youngest Brother(Teyson)
Neith's Bestfriend(Jenlith)
Jenlith's Oldest Pup(Nila)
Jenlith's Youngest Pup(Oscar)
Neith's cousin(Alaric)

This is gonna be a very long post c://we are starting from the beginning!
(Will be a narritive)

It was a cool fall evening. Gweneth had just given birth to four beautiful pups. Three males and one female. Zake was the first born of the litter and the largest, the second born was Elwin, the female was named Neith and lastly a frantic little runt named Teyson. Gweneth was a gorgeous gray, black and white female with gentle hazel eyes and a loving heart. But behind her sweet eyes, guilt had pleaded to escape her. Guilt was eating her alive as she stared at the pups. Little defenseless, whining, confused pups. The she-wolf's ears pinned to her head as she licked the female's head gently, soon turning her head to see the Alpha. Her mate. Drilocus. A massive, black, brown and silver male with dark gray eyes. His smile showed proudness, he sat next to his mate and nuzzled her ear lovingly. "Have you decided on names?" he whispered to the female. His dark eyes staring curiously at the balls of fur squirming around on the moss bed bellow his paws. "Yes. This one is Zake." she pointed at the male who's coat at that time was gray and black, like his mothers. "His name is Elwin" she pointed at the gray and white male. Gwen then looked to the pure black female and smiled softly. Her name is Neith, and the smallest is Teyson." she nuzzled both the small helpless pups and turned to Drilocus who was smiling and wagging his tail in delight. "They'll make fine wolves... Just like their mother. he cooed and licked his mate's cheek before standing up. If you'll excuse me for a moment I must announce to the pack the birth of... M-, our pups." he cut himself off and corrected himself before leaving the den. Gweneth watched her mate leave and she stared at the pups with sorrow. "I'm sorry little ones... I'm so sorry..." she whimpered and curled herself against the pups to keep them warm and closed her eyes.

Three months had passed, and the pups were growing bigger each and every day. They were playing with other pups, and working hard each day to improve. Their father was relentless about the training. He wanted to make them cold, and strong. He wanted to make it as if nothing could pierce their hides. After that day's training, the pups went to the creek to grab a quick drink. Neith was sitting on a rock watching her siblings silently, a cross look placed on her face. She was always in a bad mood and her siblings mocked her for it. She let out a bored sigh and let her eyes wander. Soon she spotted her mother. Then a male with a coat like her's. All black and they sat together and were acting strange... Neith rumbled to her siblings and made them follow her.
"Do they know yet? the unknown voice asked.
"No." Gweneth responded coldly.
"No!? They'll find out sooner or later and be upset. Tell them now and they'll learn to get over it!" the voice muttered
"What about Drilocus? Hey! I'm talking to you!" she snapped and stopped the male in his tracks. "He will kill our pups. My pups." she snarled and stared him dead on. The male's eyes met her, a cool look in his eyes, "Listen this isn-" he stopped talking when Neith came into view along with her siblings. Gweneth was about to snap when she turned around and saw the pups. The large females muzzle closed shut and her eyes softened. Soon she was laying on her stomach and looking eyes to eye with the young ones. The male stared at the pups, he hadn't well seen them yet... "Are these them?" he asked sitting next to her, his eyes fixated on the single female pup, who was practically a clone of himself. Pale green eyes, and a silky ebony coat. The gray she-wolf nodded her head slowly. "Yes. These are them. The largest is Zake, that one is Elwin, the female is Neith and the smallest is Teyson..." she told the male as the pups curiously sat down, confusion was clearly written all over their faces and the first to put all the pieces together was Neith. "So... Who's this mother?" she asked dryly and stared blankly at the male. "Well, I guess I don't have a choi--" she was cut of by a loud growl. All eyes turned to the massive male standing to the side of them. Gweneth's heart sank to the bottom of her stomach. The pups all ran behind their mother and covered. While the unknown male who was now apparently their birth father. Stood there and snarled back at the massive male. He stood protectively over Gweneth and the pups and lowered his head and snarled aggressively. The male who had shown up was Gweneth's mate Drilocus, and he was in a mood and was not to be pushed around. "What the hell is this..." he sneered dangerously, his pearly white fangs snapped at Gweneth's head, who turned away shamefully and looked Neith in the eye. The young female saw the guilt and saw the sorrow. Neith saw everything. She was sorry, beyond sorry and knew this would eventually happen. "None of you business princess so piss-off." the ebony coated male snarled back and raked his claws over the alpha's muzzle in Gweneth's defense. The Alpha male snarled and launched himself at the male tackling him to the ground within a matter of seconds and Gweneth scrambled onto her paws to shove her mate's apart. "Stop!" she pleaded and shoved Drilocus off the male and stood between the two, only to be pushed to the ground and bitten several times. Her muzzle was torn, along with her shoulder by the time the ebony pelted male intervened. He attacked the male and was dealing some damage when the Alpha got him in a bad position and attacked from his point. So much was happening. The pups had to run were hidden in a log, while the fighting continued. Soon there was silence. The growling had stopped and soon there was no sound. The pups shuddered together. But soon there was a yelp and one of them was missing. It happened in a blink of an eye. Zake was gone. Then there was a squeal. Teyson disappeared, Elwin cowered against Neith. The females whole body shook and soon, she was roughly grabbed by the scruff and dragged out. A yelp and almost scream escaped her and she was pinned on her back and squirmed to get out. She stared dead into the eyes of the massive blood splattered male over her, and a sharp pain in her stomach. She yelled for her mother and Elwin. Terror was all you could see in her eyes, and soon her eyes closed and she laid there limp.

Neith awoke in a daze. Her pale eyes were glassy and her body was stiff and cold. She shivered. The small female scanned the area around her. She didn't recognize anything. Where she was. All she knew was she was in pain, hungry and her siblings were missing. Where was her mother? Her murderous, alpha 'father' or her real dad. "M-Mom!?" she squealed, but her voice was raspy and barely anything came out. She winced and whined in pain as she tried to stand, "Dad!" she howled. No response. No one responded. No one was there. She was alone. Her eyes drew sleepy again and her breathing grew ragged. Before her eyelids collapsed over her, she saw another wolf.

The small female awoke in the den on a bed of moss and leaves. Little light was shining through the roots of the tree and she groaned. Her body was once again stiff and sore. She was alone in this den. She slowly sat up and looked around. "Hello?" she asked and looked around once again, she jumped when a stick broke. Her ears flattened and she grew defensive and a small growl escaped her muzzle. A voice returned her question. "Shut up." she scowled at the cold response and when the voice drew closer she made out an unknown scent to her at the time. Though it was male and not too old. She guessed a year or two older than herself. Though she recognized something about this male. His coat and his scent. Slowly rising into a sitting position she asked blandly, "What is your n-" she was cut off by a quick response. "Zundre. Zun-Dray" he said rather harshly. His golden eyes stared coolly at her own. Soon Zundre moved his gaze elsewhere but in a blink of an eye he was in front of her and she could feel his breath tickle on her ear. "You reek of blood. Pack, and..." he stepped back and stared at her oddly. "And of father..." Neith was about to answer when she was pinned on her pack and stared up into the furious eyes of the ashy coated male, What do you know of my father? Where is that s--" he cut himself off when he realized his reaction and moved his paws from the wounded pup. Neith scrambled to the corner and curled up there. Panting heavily she icily glared at the male. "If I knew anything I'd have said something. I reek of 'father'?" she grunted and then stole another glance at the male and realized they were quite similar in personality, and looks. They were almost exact replicas of each other, minus the different eyes. "Was your father a rogue male?" she asked softly. Zundre looked at her from over his shoulder since his back was facing her. The year old male looked back at his paws. "Yeah. My mother was a rouge too. Met my father and soon after I was born he left. Left to God knows where." he replied softly. Though he was one he was oddly large for his age, and that was the only good thing that rouge male left for him. A well-built figure, and the ability to shut people out easily. The female pup moved from her placement and towards the lonesome male. Sitting at his paws and looking outside the den. "Wheres your mother?" she asked, holding a small whine in herself. She didn't know where her family was. Didn't know what to do. She was lost, scared and confused. Alone with a strange pup that stank of her real father, could the possibility be that there are related. "My mother?" he said with a heavy sigh. "Mother died. Hunter shot her last winter. Father never came back." Zundre sighed and looked at the small unguarded pup. "What bout you stumper? Where's you family? They leave you to die in the woods in the middle of winter?" he asked Neith as his brow arched. Neith though hard. Her mind was still slightly hazy and dazed still so memories were slowly coming back each hour. Her eyes scanned the floor and she sighed softly. "My mother was a pack wolf. My father a rogue loner. You find me alone in the woods right? My alpha attacked my mother and father. Because my mother was his mate. But I was not his pup. He took my siblings and my mother. As for my father, I don't know where he ran off to..." she sighed and leaned into the male's leg and whined softly. Zundre nearly moved away from the pup but stayed where he was. He watched her fall asleep. With the small females eyes closing he found his own and soon fell asleep curling himself around her and passing out within a matter of seconds.

Four years passed. Neith was hunting alongside Zundre as a duo. The male jumped forward's and sunk his fangs into the neck of the buck. Neith jumped onto the rear and dragged it down. Her muscular figure holding it firmly in place. The two waited two minutes before the creature died at their feet. Zundre howled successful while a smirk lined his face, he turned to his half-sister as his tail wagged back and forth, "That's how you hunt!" he laughed and dug into the belly of the deer, while Neith just wandered off to the side and sat down by a small stream. "Are you not eating?" Zundre asked with a mouth full of meat. He studied Neith and raised his brow, "What's on your mind?"
"Nothing. Honestly. Just not hungry." Neith replied with an exhausted sigh. Her pale eyes turned to the male as she gave an apologetic smile and shrug. Neith's

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Bishop, in my mind the first three words that
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ve, tender and extremely loyal to that she-wolf.
He will not leave their side, until death. Bishop t
hinks he'd make a bad father due to his bad role
model nature though he likes to see pups run ar
ound like weasels. His coat is an ashy black.