If I let you in, you'd just want out.
If I tell you the truth, you'd fight for a lie.
If I spilt my guts, it would make a mess we can't clean up.
If you follow me, you will only get lost.
If you try to get closer, we'll only lose touch.
But you already know too much, and you're not going anywhere.
Hello there young one, the name is White Fang. Nothing more and nothing less, just plain White Fang is what I prefer to go by. I was named after my sharp white fangs as you can say they were what I was known for as a pup and still to this day. I prefer that you do not call me by any nicknames as I feel no need for them, so please refrain from doing so. Shall I say I have walked this earth for four years and six moons now, as you can see I am not that old and not that young, a right age basically. I am a full blooded male, brute, lad, anything you can say but I am indeed a male, nowhere near female.
As far as sight goes you can see that I am a fairly large wolf with muscles that ripple beneath my pelt with every moment that I make. I am lean and agile, but speed is not much on my side as strength is. My fur has multiple colors, radiating from a light caramel brown to a dark coal black with tints of white and down to a light stormy gray. My fur has no pattern to it's coloring so you can never see nor tell which main color is basically made up of my entire pelt, I'm not even sure myself. My fur is sleek and smooth to the touch, almost soft and my tail consists to appear like a wooly fox tail. The tips of my fur curl in towards my stomach like claws protecting the skin underneath. Many scars hide deep within my fur from many fights in my past, though one is the most noticeable and the most haunting. A jagged scar goes straight through and across my left eye, a pinkish color somewhat that is in sight with just one glance towards my direction. Many judge with this scar and I pay no heed as I have grown use to it over the years. My eyes are a dark hazel with what appears to be a haunting edge to them, almost eerie like. My eyes hold no emotions as I have learned to mask them over, though they hold truth many times. Some have told me that when I look your way it is as if my eyes are peering into your soul. I don't believe this but it is what I'm told.
Ah, so I see as my time to tell my personality comes forth. To start off I have always been a lone wolf, always have been and most likely always will be. I dislike being in crowds and surrounded by multiple wolves at once. I prefer to keep to myself and be left in peace, as no one can annoy you when you are alone. I'm reserved and introvert you can say, but not quite shy, just anti-social more or less. Though I know in due time I will adopt to being surrounded by many, I know that the loneliness in the pit of my heart will always be there, no matter what. A constant reminder of what I am. I'm a loner at heart and there is no hiding that. When I am around others I show no emotions to them, only if I want to. I'm apathetic, not giving away anything of what I'm feeling in my voice or body language. No emotions come across me so it's difficult to figure me out, though most have never tried. With showing no emotions I show no weaknesses, so almost everybody leaves me be, never getting on my bad side which could lead to my aggressiveness. With my aggression I go into a hostile and cautious mode, snarling at anybody in sight with my hackles raised and teeth bared. I only see red and everybody as a threat, including if someone I care about is in danger is when such thing as my aggression comes in. It's almost impossible to bring me out of it unless one I trust is close by. As we move along past my temper I have picked up the trait of being extremely observant. I can easily read your emotions by just seeing into your eyes or reading your body language or the sound of your voice. I can pick up on habits that you have, even habits that you may not be aware of. To say in other words, I can easily figure you out, it's almost as if you are an open book to me. I hope you are aware of the quote; Our eyes are windows to our soul as this very quote applies to me. My eyes reveal all of what I am feeling for a minimal time before I mask them over, it only takes one quick glance at the right timing to discover what I am feeling. That is why I hardly let anyone look into my eyes as I don't want them to figure me out. To me showing emotions is showing weakness and I hate doing so, emotions are our enemies, never our allies. I have trust issues as you can see so I hardly let anyone in, trust comes as in respect to me so once you gain my respect you are close to gaining my trust. To explain beyond my issues of trust I am also slightly mute, not speaking a single word to anyone unless you have earned my respect or trust. The only way I communicate is through body language and vocal sounds such as growling or just a slight rumble. The moment you gain my trust is the moment you will hear my voice and I remain loyal to you, always standing by your side no matter what and offering what ever advice I can give. I'm wise I can tell you though I always give my advice in quotes and riddles, wanting to one I tell to think through it instead of giving them the answer straight forward. Nothing ever comes easy. Everything comes down to patience though and indeed I hold the trait very well, I take my time in doing things to make them right. Precision is the key and although nothing can be perfected we can attempt at doing out best. As to that it may never seem like it but I am indeed a gentle wolf, treating kindness and respect to those around me. It is only those that are foul towards others that see the other side of me. I am not the forgiving type, I hardly give second chances unless one truly deserves it in my eyes. It takes a moment to forgive but it takes a lifetime to forget. We easily forgive without even knowing it, but that one memory, that one moment they betrayed us will always stay deep within our mind. No matter what memories stay and sometimes they aren't friendly.
I was born in a late spring night with my sister Promise Broken and my brother Noble Soldier. Every morning we would always hear yelling although we never knew who the voices belonged to or why they were yelling. When we were all a month old I was playing outside with my brother Noble and my sister Promise when I heard growling and whimpering. I left my siblings to check it out and well to say it my so called father Ace was attacking my mother Whisper. She was badly wounded with scars and blood everywhere around her. I hid and Ace stormed off and went after my siblings who were still playing and unaware of what was happening. I followed Ace quietly and saw him grab Noble by the scruff and take him away. A few days later while I was in the den with Promise and my mother Whisper, a gray colored wolf came along who went by the name of Alcatraz. I find out that he was Whisper's brother and let's just say he took me away from my mother and she did nothing about it. I struggled against his grip but everything I tried was no good and I watched as I was carried away from Promise, the only family I had left that cared about me. I stood with Alcatraz for about a year, a year of hard training and brutal truth. Being around Alcatraz I learned that he had took me away from Whisper so that he can train me to be a great fighter and to be prepared for something, but he never told me what. Alcatraz let me leave and so I did, traveling as a lone wolf was mild difficult but I learned. Fighting constantly with other wolves over territory and prey. One evening as I was doing my daily rounds on scouting the territory I had claimed for awhile I saw a familiar looking black and golden creamed colored wolf, which turned out to be Noble. He had grown different over the years more selfish, conceited, foolish, arrogant to shorten words he was just like Ace. We fought almost everyday, finding out ourselves that this was why we were trained. Alcatraz and Ace had always been rivals so they decided to settle it by making Ace's two sons fight resulting in Noble and I. Noble making a cheap shot during one fight latched himself onto me and bit down close to my eyes and dug his fangs deep into my skin until he reached my muzzle. I tossed him off and he left. The next day as I was hunting I noticed a large bound near the edge of forest. Nearing close to it I looked to find out that Noble had been mauled by a bear. It wasn't long before I abandoned the territory and left, leaving the barren place behind but carrying the memory and scar with me.
I have never seen much into the subject of love nor ever thought of having a mate, but I would like to have pups someday. I don't see much for the reason of love as some use it as a upper hand towards us, but I've seen what it can do I can tell you that I yearn for that feeling, but have never came across it with a female. It will be foreign to me I'm aware of that, but I await for when one comes across and finds their way into my heart, to love the beast with many scars and flaws. That will be the day that the shackles fall and the redemption arrives.
Some things that I like is obviously being alone, I enjoy the peacefully silence that dwindles in the air, the calming aura of nature around you. I like nature, everything is natural around you. Mother Nature knows when to stop and when to destroy. I also have a strange attraction to thunder storms, don't ask why but I like the booming and crackling sounds of the the thunder and lightning. Storms are in the sky but what else I like gazing up there are the stars, so many out there that we aren't even aware of. It's like no other.
What I dislike would have to be disturbed peaceful silence, I don't understand why people can't take a chance to sit still and listen. I also tend to dislike jealousy, there's no point to it to me as the only thing you will hurt is yourself, the one you are using, and the one you want to get jealous. I don't like having to show my emotions and showing weakness, there's no telling what could happen with one give away. I tend to not take a very good liking towards brutes that are conceited, faes that throw themselves and mostly know it all's. I also don't like when one complains, I'm silently pleading in my mind for you to stay quiet, but I don't want to be rude so I say nothing.
Ah fears, the things that prevent everybody from being in peace. One major fear of mine is wolves betraying my trust, I fear that they will stab me in the back and leave me there to rot. When I give you my trust I'm giving you a part of me and once you betray me, you rip that part of me to shreds. I guess which leads to my trust issues. Not being able to read someone through their eyes or body language, it frightens me beyond belief. When I can't interpret someone, I feel lost and helpless. Reading them helps me understand without words and when I can't do that, I panic. Death. The most common fear among all. Yes I fear death just as much as anybody, I know that it's going to come one day but I can't help but fear that very day that it will arrive.
I live a life of solitary and accompanied only by one, therefore I hold the name of being a loner
As far as sight goes you can see that I am a fairly large wolf with muscles that ripple beneath my pelt with every moment that I make. I am lean and agile, but speed is not much on my side as strength is. My fur has multiple colors, radiating from a light caramel brown to a dark coal black with tints of white and down to a light stormy gray. My fur has no pattern to it's coloring so you can never see nor tell which main color is basically made up of my entire pelt, I'm not even sure myself. My fur is sleek and smooth to the touch, almost soft and my tail consists to appear like a wooly fox tail. The tips of my fur curl in towards my stomach like claws protecting the skin underneath. Many scars hide deep within my fur from many fights in my past, though one is the most noticeable and the most haunting. A jagged scar goes straight through and across my left eye, a pinkish color somewhat that is in sight with just one glance towards my direction. Many judge with this scar and I pay no heed as I have grown use to it over the years. My eyes are a dark hazel with what appears to be a haunting edge to them, almost eerie like. My eyes hold no emotions as I have learned to mask them over, though they hold truth many times. Some have told me that when I look your way it is as if my eyes are peering into your soul. I don't believe this but it is what I'm told.
Ah, so I see as my time to tell my personality comes forth. To start off I have always been a lone wolf, always have been and most likely always will be. I dislike being in crowds and surrounded by multiple wolves at once. I prefer to keep to myself and be left in peace, as no one can annoy you when you are alone. I'm reserved and introvert you can say, but not quite shy, just anti-social more or less. Though I know in due time I will adopt to being surrounded by many, I know that the loneliness in the pit of my heart will always be there, no matter what. A constant reminder of what I am. I'm a loner at heart and there is no hiding that. When I am around others I show no emotions to them, only if I want to. I'm apathetic, not giving away anything of what I'm feeling in my voice or body language. No emotions come across me so it's difficult to figure me out, though most have never tried. With showing no emotions I show no weaknesses, so almost everybody leaves me be, never getting on my bad side which could lead to my aggressiveness. With my aggression I go into a hostile and cautious mode, snarling at anybody in sight with my hackles raised and teeth bared. I only see red and everybody as a threat, including if someone I care about is in danger is when such thing as my aggression comes in. It's almost impossible to bring me out of it unless one I trust is close by. As we move along past my temper I have picked up the trait of being extremely observant. I can easily read your emotions by just seeing into your eyes or reading your body language or the sound of your voice. I can pick up on habits that you have, even habits that you may not be aware of. To say in other words, I can easily figure you out, it's almost as if you are an open book to me. I hope you are aware of the quote; Our eyes are windows to our soul as this very quote applies to me. My eyes reveal all of what I am feeling for a minimal time before I mask them over, it only takes one quick glance at the right timing to discover what I am feeling. That is why I hardly let anyone look into my eyes as I don't want them to figure me out. To me showing emotions is showing weakness and I hate doing so, emotions are our enemies, never our allies. I have trust issues as you can see so I hardly let anyone in, trust comes as in respect to me so once you gain my respect you are close to gaining my trust. To explain beyond my issues of trust I am also slightly mute, not speaking a single word to anyone unless you have earned my respect or trust. The only way I communicate is through body language and vocal sounds such as growling or just a slight rumble. The moment you gain my trust is the moment you will hear my voice and I remain loyal to you, always standing by your side no matter what and offering what ever advice I can give. I'm wise I can tell you though I always give my advice in quotes and riddles, wanting to one I tell to think through it instead of giving them the answer straight forward. Nothing ever comes easy. Everything comes down to patience though and indeed I hold the trait very well, I take my time in doing things to make them right. Precision is the key and although nothing can be perfected we can attempt at doing out best. As to that it may never seem like it but I am indeed a gentle wolf, treating kindness and respect to those around me. It is only those that are foul towards others that see the other side of me. I am not the forgiving type, I hardly give second chances unless one truly deserves it in my eyes. It takes a moment to forgive but it takes a lifetime to forget. We easily forgive without even knowing it, but that one memory, that one moment they betrayed us will always stay deep within our mind. No matter what memories stay and sometimes they aren't friendly.
I was born in a late spring night with my sister Promise Broken and my brother Noble Soldier. Every morning we would always hear yelling although we never knew who the voices belonged to or why they were yelling. When we were all a month old I was playing outside with my brother Noble and my sister Promise when I heard growling and whimpering. I left my siblings to check it out and well to say it my so called father Ace was attacking my mother Whisper. She was badly wounded with scars and blood everywhere around her. I hid and Ace stormed off and went after my siblings who were still playing and unaware of what was happening. I followed Ace quietly and saw him grab Noble by the scruff and take him away. A few days later while I was in the den with Promise and my mother Whisper, a gray colored wolf came along who went by the name of Alcatraz. I find out that he was Whisper's brother and let's just say he took me away from my mother and she did nothing about it. I struggled against his grip but everything I tried was no good and I watched as I was carried away from Promise, the only family I had left that cared about me. I stood with Alcatraz for about a year, a year of hard training and brutal truth. Being around Alcatraz I learned that he had took me away from Whisper so that he can train me to be a great fighter and to be prepared for something, but he never told me what. Alcatraz let me leave and so I did, traveling as a lone wolf was mild difficult but I learned. Fighting constantly with other wolves over territory and prey. One evening as I was doing my daily rounds on scouting the territory I had claimed for awhile I saw a familiar looking black and golden creamed colored wolf, which turned out to be Noble. He had grown different over the years more selfish, conceited, foolish, arrogant to shorten words he was just like Ace. We fought almost everyday, finding out ourselves that this was why we were trained. Alcatraz and Ace had always been rivals so they decided to settle it by making Ace's two sons fight resulting in Noble and I. Noble making a cheap shot during one fight latched himself onto me and bit down close to my eyes and dug his fangs deep into my skin until he reached my muzzle. I tossed him off and he left. The next day as I was hunting I noticed a large bound near the edge of forest. Nearing close to it I looked to find out that Noble had been mauled by a bear. It wasn't long before I abandoned the territory and left, leaving the barren place behind but carrying the memory and scar with me.
I have never seen much into the subject of love nor ever thought of having a mate, but I would like to have pups someday. I don't see much for the reason of love as some use it as a upper hand towards us, but I've seen what it can do I can tell you that I yearn for that feeling, but have never came across it with a female. It will be foreign to me I'm aware of that, but I await for when one comes across and finds their way into my heart, to love the beast with many scars and flaws. That will be the day that the shackles fall and the redemption arrives.
Some things that I like is obviously being alone, I enjoy the peacefully silence that dwindles in the air, the calming aura of nature around you. I like nature, everything is natural around you. Mother Nature knows when to stop and when to destroy. I also have a strange attraction to thunder storms, don't ask why but I like the booming and crackling sounds of the the thunder and lightning. Storms are in the sky but what else I like gazing up there are the stars, so many out there that we aren't even aware of. It's like no other.
What I dislike would have to be disturbed peaceful silence, I don't understand why people can't take a chance to sit still and listen. I also tend to dislike jealousy, there's no point to it to me as the only thing you will hurt is yourself, the one you are using, and the one you want to get jealous. I don't like having to show my emotions and showing weakness, there's no telling what could happen with one give away. I tend to not take a very good liking towards brutes that are conceited, faes that throw themselves and mostly know it all's. I also don't like when one complains, I'm silently pleading in my mind for you to stay quiet, but I don't want to be rude so I say nothing.
Ah fears, the things that prevent everybody from being in peace. One major fear of mine is wolves betraying my trust, I fear that they will stab me in the back and leave me there to rot. When I give you my trust I'm giving you a part of me and once you betray me, you rip that part of me to shreds. I guess which leads to my trust issues. Not being able to read someone through their eyes or body language, it frightens me beyond belief. When I can't interpret someone, I feel lost and helpless. Reading them helps me understand without words and when I can't do that, I panic. Death. The most common fear among all. Yes I fear death just as much as anybody, I know that it's going to come one day but I can't help but fear that very day that it will arrive.
I live a life of solitary and accompanied only by one, therefore I hold the name of being a loner
I'm not searching the sky for a reason to live
Cause I found beauty right here and found the
passion to give. So let me give you my heart,
let me give you my tears, let me give you my life,
let me give me you my fears
Hello there, it's nice to see a new face. My name is Shattered Truth though you can call me True as it is shorter. I don't know where I got my name, all I know is that my big brother gave it to me when he found me. He probably came up with it because all that I speak is the truth and I guess sometimes you can say that it shatters others when they hear it. Maybe that's why everybody tells a lie, to protect those they care about but in the end isn't it going to hurt them more when they find out on their own? Well that's what I think and that is why I always tell the truth. Like for instance I am in fact a female and I will never be a male. Is it weird to imagine at times how it would be to be a male? I like being a female but I can't help but wonder. Oh, sorry I'm getting off topic, one last thing is that I am five months old. Yup I'm bigger and stronger than any other pup.
True is a smaller than average Tundra wolf which explains as why she is known as a runt. Her coat is one that appears to be a grayish white but is actually a sleek silver tainted with streaks of raven black on her back and chest. Her ears are also streaked away from the silver with a light chestnut brown coloring the fur and along the crown of her head, slightly spiking up which always refuses to go down except when it's wet. Her eyes are startling bright amber that simply hypnotizes anybody but this pup is blessed with her curse. The amber orbs are clouded over with a thin white sheen that signifies her blindness. Although the small wolf doesn't let that stop her. Lastly True's paws appear to be muddy but that is actually her fur with different colors varying from a light gray to a cole black.
Much like most pups her age True is very energetic and curious, not being able to stand still for more than ten seconds. She is always bounding with energy and found wandering about despite her disability. Her blindness doesn't seem to stop her exploring time in fact it makes her progress even more to explore and scent out what is out there that she can't see. She loves guessing what an object is by using her other senses and her and her older brother called this, the 'senses game' where the little pup uses all her four senses to figure out what the object is. For someone her age True is very wise and can understand things most pups wouldn't. She can't stand to hear others fighting so when she encounters two dogs having an argument this pup would get in between and demand to know what is happening. She will listen to both stories and resolve to compromising to make everyone happy and offer advice to them to aid them in the mere future. This blind pup is also empathetic and if she is close to someone that is sad or crying she would do her best to comfort them and whimper with them, even shed a tear or two. With being empathetic she is also very readable with her expressions, not being able to hide them well unlike her brother White Fang. Anybody could take a glance at her and know how she is feeling and this is what she hates. She hates being vulnerable and others taking pity on her and with her being sightless just makes it worse. Everyone has a dark side to them and sadly enough so does this pup. True is very deceiving and very manipulative, having the ability to smooth talk to anyone to get what she wants or easily believe her. Luring dogs into telling her their deepest darkest secrets, ones they will never tell anyone is her specialty and even though she doesn't like it she will do it f necessary. Everyone thinks that she is gullible and naïve just because she is young but True does everything to prove them wrong, deceiving being it if she has to. She is also very vicious and aggressive when provoked or her brother is being threatened or someone she cares about. She will stop at nothing to ensure the safety of her loved ones and you bet this little one has a temper. Being stubborn is her specialty and no one can ever make her change her mind once she is dead set on something, not even White Fang. At ease with others Shattered Truth will be her original self and be bounding and leaping around though never get on her bad side as this pup has flaws and isn't afraid to show them.
There is always one out there that has a rough life and nothing ever comes easy to them. Sadly True had fallen victim to becoming one of those. Truth was born into a litter of five, her mother being a pack wolf and her father being a loner that would sneak into the territory now and then to visit the pups. Being the soul silver pup True was isolated away from her siblings by her mother, the small pup being blind becoming the breaking point. Her mother went as far to refusing to feed her and would snap or growl at her every time she tried to eat. The Alphas did nothing to help as they figured with her being blind there was no hope for her survival. With her mother refusing to feed and her and even taking her out of the comfort of the den and out into the cold night it was prone that the pup would die either way, if it was to be by starvation or coldness. Over time a miracle occurred and True was able to survive, no one having a clue on how. She spent time playing around with her brothers and sister after they realized she wasn't so bad and even guided her through some obstacles when she was learning to adapt with her disability. Her mom watched from a distance with disgrace towards True and had enough when she stared to fit in. In the evening her mother forced to her father to take True and leave her out in the woods far from the territory. With slight hesitation and with a tad of convincing her dad gave in and took the small pup when he left. Walking a good few miles away from the land, he left her in a clearing and with a muttered sorry and lick he walked away without a second glance. True stood in the clearing with confusion and started whimpering and crying, pleading for her father to come back. Hours of whimpering and howling with no response the little pup gave up and laid down where she stood, sniffling now and then before curling into a ball to convert herself into solitude. It was moments before she felt a thundering sound beneath her, ears pricking up in high alert. Raising up her head True shook in fear and backed away as the thundering came closer and closer until she could practically smell whoever or whatever it was close to her. With the scent it was clearly another wolf and a large one at that with the thundering steps it made when it walked. She whimpered until the wolf lightly nudged her and muttered soothing words to her, telling her everything was going to be alright. The large brute took her in and provided everything for her, True learning everything about him over time and his name, White Fang. It wasn't long before the two became close and she proclaimed the canis lupus her big brother.
True is barely a pup so she sees no rush into the subject of love and when she is old enough she knows that White Fang would go into full guard mode. Most likely go as far as keeping her away from every male in sight. Though the way she looks at it now she sees love as something others use as a leverage to make others do things for them. Much like her brother she doesn't believe in love and it would take a lot for someone to make that fairytale dream come back to life once she gets older. All she would need is a little push into the right direction. Although she does have doubts that anyone would love her, insecurities get in the way and she is taken to the wrong route by them. Like before it is going to take mounts of patience to get this girl to believe.
There are many things this pup takes a liking to and exploring would be at the top of the list. If she would to enter a new territory she knows she will be staying in for awhile, True would do everything in her power to explore and memorize every little inch. She also loves water and would splash around all day in it if she was allowed to, thus when it rains is when you see True jumping around and playing in the puddles. She takes a liking to nature thanks to her brother and pawing around with a leaf if she finds one. She can easily get distracted so anything she can play with is what True will take a liking to. This pup is nocturnal and would stay up all night just to listen to the crickets chirp so the night is a must for her. A little rebel she is and she loves disobeying and would do the exact opposite of what you tell her.
There are few things True doesn't like and here they are. She can't stand utter silence and would do anything to get noise going. Thunder storms are her weakness and she will shield herself in White Fang's thick fur until the storm is over. Others who look down on or pity her for her blindness sets her off and your ear would be talked off if a word was spoken. Lying irritates True beyond belief and she will bark and bother until you tell the truth. Wolves who think they are superior to others despite the ranking and not equal is a major disliking of the little wolf and nothing will stop her until she knows you see others as equal to you.
I will always stand by my brother so as long as he stays a loner, so will I
True is a smaller than average Tundra wolf which explains as why she is known as a runt. Her coat is one that appears to be a grayish white but is actually a sleek silver tainted with streaks of raven black on her back and chest. Her ears are also streaked away from the silver with a light chestnut brown coloring the fur and along the crown of her head, slightly spiking up which always refuses to go down except when it's wet. Her eyes are startling bright amber that simply hypnotizes anybody but this pup is blessed with her curse. The amber orbs are clouded over with a thin white sheen that signifies her blindness. Although the small wolf doesn't let that stop her. Lastly True's paws appear to be muddy but that is actually her fur with different colors varying from a light gray to a cole black.
Much like most pups her age True is very energetic and curious, not being able to stand still for more than ten seconds. She is always bounding with energy and found wandering about despite her disability. Her blindness doesn't seem to stop her exploring time in fact it makes her progress even more to explore and scent out what is out there that she can't see. She loves guessing what an object is by using her other senses and her and her older brother called this, the 'senses game' where the little pup uses all her four senses to figure out what the object is. For someone her age True is very wise and can understand things most pups wouldn't. She can't stand to hear others fighting so when she encounters two dogs having an argument this pup would get in between and demand to know what is happening. She will listen to both stories and resolve to compromising to make everyone happy and offer advice to them to aid them in the mere future. This blind pup is also empathetic and if she is close to someone that is sad or crying she would do her best to comfort them and whimper with them, even shed a tear or two. With being empathetic she is also very readable with her expressions, not being able to hide them well unlike her brother White Fang. Anybody could take a glance at her and know how she is feeling and this is what she hates. She hates being vulnerable and others taking pity on her and with her being sightless just makes it worse. Everyone has a dark side to them and sadly enough so does this pup. True is very deceiving and very manipulative, having the ability to smooth talk to anyone to get what she wants or easily believe her. Luring dogs into telling her their deepest darkest secrets, ones they will never tell anyone is her specialty and even though she doesn't like it she will do it f necessary. Everyone thinks that she is gullible and naïve just because she is young but True does everything to prove them wrong, deceiving being it if she has to. She is also very vicious and aggressive when provoked or her brother is being threatened or someone she cares about. She will stop at nothing to ensure the safety of her loved ones and you bet this little one has a temper. Being stubborn is her specialty and no one can ever make her change her mind once she is dead set on something, not even White Fang. At ease with others Shattered Truth will be her original self and be bounding and leaping around though never get on her bad side as this pup has flaws and isn't afraid to show them.
There is always one out there that has a rough life and nothing ever comes easy to them. Sadly True had fallen victim to becoming one of those. Truth was born into a litter of five, her mother being a pack wolf and her father being a loner that would sneak into the territory now and then to visit the pups. Being the soul silver pup True was isolated away from her siblings by her mother, the small pup being blind becoming the breaking point. Her mother went as far to refusing to feed her and would snap or growl at her every time she tried to eat. The Alphas did nothing to help as they figured with her being blind there was no hope for her survival. With her mother refusing to feed and her and even taking her out of the comfort of the den and out into the cold night it was prone that the pup would die either way, if it was to be by starvation or coldness. Over time a miracle occurred and True was able to survive, no one having a clue on how. She spent time playing around with her brothers and sister after they realized she wasn't so bad and even guided her through some obstacles when she was learning to adapt with her disability. Her mom watched from a distance with disgrace towards True and had enough when she stared to fit in. In the evening her mother forced to her father to take True and leave her out in the woods far from the territory. With slight hesitation and with a tad of convincing her dad gave in and took the small pup when he left. Walking a good few miles away from the land, he left her in a clearing and with a muttered sorry and lick he walked away without a second glance. True stood in the clearing with confusion and started whimpering and crying, pleading for her father to come back. Hours of whimpering and howling with no response the little pup gave up and laid down where she stood, sniffling now and then before curling into a ball to convert herself into solitude. It was moments before she felt a thundering sound beneath her, ears pricking up in high alert. Raising up her head True shook in fear and backed away as the thundering came closer and closer until she could practically smell whoever or whatever it was close to her. With the scent it was clearly another wolf and a large one at that with the thundering steps it made when it walked. She whimpered until the wolf lightly nudged her and muttered soothing words to her, telling her everything was going to be alright. The large brute took her in and provided everything for her, True learning everything about him over time and his name, White Fang. It wasn't long before the two became close and she proclaimed the canis lupus her big brother.
True is barely a pup so she sees no rush into the subject of love and when she is old enough she knows that White Fang would go into full guard mode. Most likely go as far as keeping her away from every male in sight. Though the way she looks at it now she sees love as something others use as a leverage to make others do things for them. Much like her brother she doesn't believe in love and it would take a lot for someone to make that fairytale dream come back to life once she gets older. All she would need is a little push into the right direction. Although she does have doubts that anyone would love her, insecurities get in the way and she is taken to the wrong route by them. Like before it is going to take mounts of patience to get this girl to believe.
There are many things this pup takes a liking to and exploring would be at the top of the list. If she would to enter a new territory she knows she will be staying in for awhile, True would do everything in her power to explore and memorize every little inch. She also loves water and would splash around all day in it if she was allowed to, thus when it rains is when you see True jumping around and playing in the puddles. She takes a liking to nature thanks to her brother and pawing around with a leaf if she finds one. She can easily get distracted so anything she can play with is what True will take a liking to. This pup is nocturnal and would stay up all night just to listen to the crickets chirp so the night is a must for her. A little rebel she is and she loves disobeying and would do the exact opposite of what you tell her.
There are few things True doesn't like and here they are. She can't stand utter silence and would do anything to get noise going. Thunder storms are her weakness and she will shield herself in White Fang's thick fur until the storm is over. Others who look down on or pity her for her blindness sets her off and your ear would be talked off if a word was spoken. Lying irritates True beyond belief and she will bark and bother until you tell the truth. Wolves who think they are superior to others despite the ranking and not equal is a major disliking of the little wolf and nothing will stop her until she knows you see others as equal to you.
I will always stand by my brother so as long as he stays a loner, so will I
