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I know. I already have her put down.

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[ Hey guys... Sorry for not replying as fast as I'd like to. I will not be on today for very long today. Please don expect me to answer very many replies. The reason is that I'm leaving for a trip cross-country tomorrow [wednesday] and will be returning on Sunday [United States time]. I may or may not be on, depending if I either a). Get the time b). Want to go on instead of sight seeing or c). Can't get Wi-Fi. Please understand that this is the last time that anyone in my family will ever be going on this trip. And thanks in advance.


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p h y s i c a l




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{ n a m e }

Pan


{ n i c k n a m e }

Has occasional been called Panda.


{ a g e }

Two years and 7 months.


{ g e n d e r }

Female, I would hope.


{ e y e - c o l o r }

Flecked gold.


{ f u r - c o l o r }

Rough grey with a red base.


{ h e i g h t }

Sixty-five centimetres at shoulder.


{ w e i g h t }

Seventeen kilograms.


{ r a n k - w a n t e d }

Lead Warrioress of The pack of Souls.




b e h i n d - t h e - s c e n e s


{ p e r s o n a l i t y }

At a first glance Pan seems a normal pack member. Kind, caring and insightful to the needs and wants of others, a familiar warm look that passes through her gaze as she looks one over and nods to them approvingly. When first met some even mistaken her for a 'big-sister' type, providing and encouraging for those that may need it, never to far away when they need a shoulder to lean on, someone who will understand. A distant aura surrounds her however, though this has proven useless in scaring away those that want to talk to her, being quiet and not one to refuse orders form almost anyone also makes her easy prey for those who wish to only take but not give back.. this she-wolf has often been seen as a little shy and cold, which, on first impressions, she is.
What one must know is that Pan lives a lonely life within the crowd. Being a quiet and distant personality she has found enough time in her life to watch the actions and emotions of others and analyse the situation so that she can understand, as she herself has so little social experience. Over her time of watching the delicate nature of 'relationship' and the 'social network' between other wolves she soon found her ways to manipulate and talk her way into getting what she may need, wants and asks for without much partake on her behalf, though she dislikes talking if she can help it. Her emotions are cold, and after knowing her for some time some find themselves believing her feelings may be non-existent all together, which is far off from being true. Emotional expressions of any kind lay not in her nature to be expressed but deep within she longs to laugh and smile with others.
After one has gotten to know her the 'first impression' will fade. Kind and caring are two things that she may show the potential to have, is however far to quiet and in-persistent to keep up for long. Pan interest in relationships of any kind are quickly snuffed out as she thinks of herself as not worthy to be liked, also being present and involved in the others lives is something she finds hard to do. If there is one thing that she has learnt not to do, its getting involved. With so little experience to cover her, she feels safer away from the others. Nothing ever looks as if it would bother young Pan, to caught up in her own thoughts and dreams to pay attention to the world that spins around her.. Yet through those dreaming eyes she still pleads to be accepted.
Apart from her mental state, as shaky as it is, her physical lax proves to be quite the opposite. She likes noting more than sprinting through the open stone streets, testing herself and her body's limits every chance she gets. She is proud of her speed and flexibility, yet would never dare show off or tell others of her achievements, to timid it would seem. Pan hates sleeping, simply because she is distrusting and because she feels more awake in the dark of night, however since pack life revolves around the day time she of coarse abides. 'Apathetic' could be the most distinctive word to describe her socially, she has trouble reading expressions at time and feels little for others at that, since she knows not how to act around others she rather keeps her mouth shut before she offends someone.


{ h i s t o r y }

Born to a litter of 4, a large number of pups to be born late in winter to a pair of loaners, Pan found herself cast out and pushed aside by her sibling from very early on. Before eyes where even open she silently starved as her brothers and sister would not let her feed or claim much attention from there mother, her protests and meek calls drowned out by the yips and yaps of the others. It was purely survival instinct that her siblings where displaying, but to young and naive to understand that life is rough, small Pan fought to survive and grew up hating them from the moment she first set eyes on them.. So these where the rats that where feeding off her suffering. As she grew and learnt, she would often sit aside from her family, parting herself from her mother and siblings at such an early age. The affect would trouble her later in life, but at the time, destroying her emotions towards them seamed like the better thing to do. As the pups were allowed out of the den soon enough, Pan spent most of her time alone. While her sister and brothers played and chattered amongst themselves, pretending to be brave alphas or sometimes dangerous strangers, the smallest of the litter sat and let her eyes fallow the cracks in the dusted stone ground, counting pebbles or licking her red coat clean over and over. Naturally her mother worried occasionally, but there was little she could say to help Pan understand, for she would stand and slink away from anyone that approached her. Though she knew how to speak, she never would.
As time went on she had grown a little closer to her only sister, Kareen, though only as close as to walk by her wordlessly or listen to her troubles when she needed. She never once spoke, never looked any of them in the eyes. Her mother, giving up, also grew cold towards young Pan, who was now almost 7 months of age. Training with her father she enjoyed, and though small in size she fought with great speed and vicious bite, an aggressive yet promising edge to her movements and strategy. At last there was something she was not only good, but great at, a cut above the rest of her brothers and sister. It was easy to see that she soon placed heart and soul into training to fight, one often found her racing or practising late into the hours of day by herself.. Never would she want help, only when Kareen offered would she accept with a brisk nod. She blossomed in her talent, learning fast and growing strong, for what she lacked in social ability, she wished to make up for in combat. To protect her family, was that not worth the struggle? Yes, she thought maybe she would forgive them after all.. By the time 11 months came to pass, her father had vanished and one of the brothers had died. Her mother, growing weak with sorrow and illness, fought each day to live and spend time with her remaining pups though it was not long until their mother and second brother also perished of hunger. Only now did Pan begin to see how horrid this world was.
Things had looked bitter for her then, yet survivable, had the unfortunate events that followed never happened. Late in the days of summer she and Kareen paced in search of food, her sister always one step ahead as she gossiped on about life as she usually did. Her stride always that much further ahead of Pan's. Her head held that much higher than Pan's, her teeth would bare a little did Pan dare step to far ahead. Like a mother minding her pup not to step out of line, for it was weak and helpless. And Pan remembered her hate, remembered the days she had wished so strong to have left behind. Had nothing changed? Was her sister still the same pup she had hated then, who treated her like she meant nothing? The sister she had learned to hate in silence..?
To hate and let it fester inside.
That evening Pan returned alone. Eyes narrow and cold, a twisted gleam in them, her fur untidy looking as she entered the empty stone walls of the makeshift den. She could not face her own reflection as she bent her head to lap at a puddle of dirty water.. Slowly she began to tell herself the lie. The tragedy that had befallen them. The tragedy, yes. Mother and Father where dead, so where her brothers, and poor Kareen, she had fallen down a jagged slope casting down into the dark, she had only been trying to look down into the chasm, but her paws had slipped.
I tried to save her.. ..
But eyes do not lie like the words of the mind can, and Pan's eyes denied nothing.
She never returned to the den after that night, and as she wondered she spent lonely days locked in thoughts and memories. Kareen was never forgotten to Pan, who's last memory of her sister was the anger and rage, the blood and those terrified eyes. What had she done..
Life changed, and as another year of struggle passed, Pan found herself far from where she had grown up. Keen to survive, and seeing the pack wolves in the area work together to achieve this, Pan found herself joining them. Her heart stayed cold, and though not deadly, her eyes always flashed with danger. Little by little she began to accept the secrets that she carried within her, no longer denying herself of the truth, of the sins of her teeth and claws. She changed over time as she adjusted to this new life. To most it looked like she had finally opened up, as she spoke more often and willingly volunteered for patrol. Helping the healers she also enjoyed, often lingering in the peaceful quiet of there den for all to long. Others said it was because of her grief and that she wished to fill in her sister place. Some believed it was because she had finally learned how cruel the world could be. Others yet again said that she blamed herself for her sisters death. If only they had known. Yes, how little they knew.. how vulnerable they where..
Sitting in silence she watches as a warrior of the pack, watches the pups
play and chatter amongst themselves, pretending to be brave alphas or sometimes dangerous strangers.




l o v e - l i f e



{s e c r e t - c r u s h }

Undecided.


{ c r u s h }

No one currently.


{ m a t e }

She hasn't found him yet.


{ o t h e r }

That'll be all.



Username ;; Not S l e e p i n g`
Nickname ;; Sleep or Sleepy or whatever the heck you wanna call me. ^^

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[ Sorry that took so long. Yes, you're accepted, and Pan got the Lead Warrioress. ]