[ElementStar]

Finally got around to posting her ref with more detail uvu
This shows her tongue, paw pads, unshaded eyes (I also added the color to the palette since it was not included), and nose clearly for art.

Looking at that sweet smiling face...
Gah! I wish I could have bought an expression changer back in the kia event. That sweet smile makes me want to make Wolf's personality kinder and sweet, but that won't happen unless she falls in love and find the happiness she lost long ago again ;3;

Lines and species by apple
Design by Wind Song

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I don't have much written up on her, but here is per personality:

Wolf is a bit odd. She's open and honest, but harsh as well. Unfortunately, this also means she can come off as rude when she does not mean to. This is mostly based around the fact that she has a hard time trusting others due to her past. Once you gain her trust, she will be the bold and painfully honest girl she is but will attempt to be kinder. She's a bit sensitive regarding death or family, especially mothers. Now, if she is intrigued by someone, she will try to be at least somewhat polite and friendly. She is a bit of a romantic, though she tries to keep that a secret.

And her is a story of her past:

Now, this tale is in first person, but do not worry, if you are clever... you will find out why.

I was born on a day of a bright silver moon, my mother said that it stained my eyes and that is why they were a light color. My father was looked up to by many Kiamaras but I felt as if I was always in his shadow. I began to train, I would push myself to my limits and beyond, wanting to prove my strength and worth.
I spent many nights training under the dull grey moon. The day came where the moon was the staining silver once more, my birthday. I returned to my parents and faced my father, however, instead of a simple confrontation, he wanted a battle. My mother protested, but she had to comply. She painted red marks on my body as symbols of the wind and the earth and the hand of a human.

I watched my father circle me. I was afraid to face him, though I knew I had no choice anymore. I pleaded for peace, and he said three venomous words.

"You worthless girl."

I was enraged. I clawed at his face but he pinned be to the ground. He started to laugh at me and I clawed at his stomach. I wouldn't give up. However, I couldn't beat him. My mother rammed into my father and pushed him off of me. They began to fight and it was obvious my mother was going to lose. I could not move, fear sealed my joints. I feared for my life, my mother, and my mother's life. I took a deep breath, and though I was shaking in fear, I moved my paws ever closer towards my father, who had pinned my mother to a tree and was choking her. "Let her go, this is our battle." I said coldly. He let my mother drop to the ground and walked towards me. I noticed that there were claw marks on my mother's neck; I was too late to save her. I growled and wept at once, not of fear or sadness, but of pure, utter hatred.

How long we fought, I cannot remember. Time felt suspended as we were locked in battle. I realized something as we fought, the paint on my sides told a story. The human hand suppressing the wolf, destroying all it loved. However, with the earth in under it's feet and the wind at it's sides, the wolf prospered and won.

I realized the wolf was me. "I am the wolf with the earth at her feat and the wind at her sides." I said softly in amazement. I was a Kiamara named wolf, destined to learn who I was against the oppressor, my father in place of the human. He was confused for a moment, and I took my chance. I pinned him to the ground and clawed at his body.

He managed to escape, but was severely wounded. I returned to my mother's side as she neared her final breaths. As I cried, knowing she would soon be dead, she sang a line from an old lullaby to me in her final seconds.

"You are the little wolf, destined to lead."

Now, if this tale has begun to bore you, you no longer have to listen, but the next part is important.

The next day, I glared at the run and made a decision. I took my mother's feathers and used them as my own, then I began an ancient family tradition. When a loved one dies, the rain dance must be done.

I moved my mother into a small patch of light reaching to the forest ground past the trees. Then, I began to do the rain dance. I danced around my mother, and I felt... connected to the earth and the wind. The sky darkened and soon rain began to pour down. I continued dancing until my legs could no longer move. I stared at the dark clouds and hard rain falling down and I knew that I had to find my own path. I could no longer rely on my parents, so I set off in the pouring rain.

And so, this tale ends, though the real story has only begun. With the wind at Wolf's sides, the earth at her feet, and now the rain on her fur, she began a new tale. Oh? You wish to meet this Kiamara, why, you have already met her.

And here is a collection of her art:

xXx by Downn - xXx by ~Ivyy - xXx by Rivkah - xXx by Foul - xXx by KatieisaPanda