Persephone (Done!)

Appearance:My undercoat hugs my body thick and soft, a rich creamy color unusually light for my kind. Highlights of a grey brown cover very small portions of mu body, where red brown frames my face and nose. Mostly, my undercoat shows through the thin maincoat, leaving me light in color and velvet soft to the touch.

My ears stand rounded and slightly larger than most of the Red Wolf kind. I appear as more of a husky than a wolf, though it is surley just the way my strain has adapted to the cooler weather found on the island of Keyara. It seems I am almost always coated in a thick winter coat.

My rounded and overly fluffy face nearly hide my large almond shaped Emerald optics. Wide and always aware, my eyes are the window directly to my mind, and always give away my thoughts and feelings. They also show my intent concentration, and the fact that I am always planning.

Still built like a puppy, I am almost grown. Long legs give way to small paws, giving me a lanky appearance, but an advantage in speed and stealth.

3 Strengths:
Speed
Stealth
Agility

3 Weaknesses:
Swimming
Heat
Conversation

Personality:
To call me shy or dumb would be a grave mistake on your behalf. I am highly intellegent, but have been raised in a world where words have little meaning and are better left unsaid. I dont enjoy talking to others and tend to keep quite unless what I have to say has importance. That is how it should be. As well, I dont speak unless spoken to. Its not a respect thing, I just dont plan on wasting my breath on someone who is not listening.

I could be called kind, though I do not show it in a way most would understand. I prefur the title "fair" as I try not to judge on superficial things. I know pack ranks, and pack behavior, but I do tend not to give respect where it is not deserved. I would like to believe someone would recieve thier ranks by earning it, but I am sure that is not always the case.

Family Members:
Phillipe: Father, Missing
Pheona: Mother, Dead
Phona: Brother, Missing
Phiam: Sister, Dead

Past:
Born to the Denali pack, out of a brute by the name of Phillipe, there was a death sentance over my head from day one. My mother, Pheona, was bred for the sole purpose of gaining hiers, meaning a daughter was not only not wanted, but hated.

Phillipe told Pheona any female pups born would be killed, and her life would be ended as well if at least half of the litter where not male.

Thus, the day I was born, my mother took me and my sister, and ran for her life. Phillipe caught up with us a month or two ago, and I managed to escape on a wierd twist of fate.

Running for my life over a large field of snow, my father close at my heels, I managed to hear a faint creeking noise over the sound of my breathing. I pushed it to the back of my mind as his teeth snapped together just inches way from my right flank.

He was determined to kill me as he had done the others, and with no surprise, my brother dashed out of the trees at the other end of the field and faced me, teeth bared in a display that told me death awaited me on both sides.

I paused for a moment for the sting of betrayal to set in, when "Crack!" The ground beneath me gave way and I found myself engulfed in water. I fought to come up for air and found that the ground had reclosed above me, and I was trapped with no room to breath.

It turned out the field, was a lake, so now I was to die blow while my attakers paced above, franticly trying to find me so as to finish me themselves.

I saw them bite at the ice, furious at it for stealing thier kill. As the world turned black, I saw them turn and leave. Conciousness left me, and I awoke seemingly the next day, dry and warm in an abandoned den.
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Ying, and Yang
Two halves of a whole
Seemingly opposites, working together for a common goal

She was darkness, wrapped in a tall, blue skinned package. She was pure evil, and he knew it. She hadn’t been born that way, God no. She had been a sweet timid little puppy, he knew, he had been there. He remembered finding out the dog in the cage next to him was pregnant. He remembered the horror that all 29 lab dogs felt at the thought of new life being brought into the lab. That’s all they needed, to watch innocence be taken from an entire litter of pups. The thought still gave him chills.

Now, watching her stand over the dead dog before them, he felt little regret or sorrow. She took that from him long ago, making it impossible for him to pity her, or even care about her pain. She called her past a gift, one that made her who she was. She told him that to pity her was to wish she where someone else, and to do that, would mean death.

He didn’t talk much, never had much to say, but boy did she make his head spin. She was his mistress, someone he did not quite love, but the only one he didn’t hate. He did however, love to see her satisfied. He wished she would let him touch her, instead he sufficed to watch her taunt and tease others, bringing them to the edge of their sanity with just the curves of her body and the lie in her voice. Silly beings, thinking she would ever let them receive pleasure from her. None to this day had ever gotten to feel her, from the inside, as he so desperately wished he could.

He nipped at her rump, telling her to hurry so they could begin marking the land as their own. Her glare told him she wasn’t done playing with her little toy, and with a growl, he turned to start without her. He made his way out of the small office and down the steps to the first cargo bin he saw. It would take awhile to mark them all, but together, they would do it, and all this land would be theirs.

Ying, and Yang
Two halves of a whole
Seemingly opposites, working together for a common goal

He had put up a good fight, fought hard and tried to defend his life. She commiserated him for it, but it had been a lost cause from the beginning. She knew nothing of this dog, or his land, or even how he got his rights to it. All she knew was that her and her… pet, needed this land to be theirs and that only worked if he was dead. The rest of the pack would fall into place, or be killed. She wondered what type of pack it could have been with no one around to defend their alpha. She hopped they would be more loyal to her than they had been him.

Her thoughts where interrupted by a light nip on her rump. She glared at Cabal for his impatient and returned to the dead dog before her. She licked her lips wickedly and ripped into the dogs soft stomach with her sharp teeth. She loved to taste those she killed, just because she felt it was her right. It tasted a lot like victory to her. Besides, why let good meat go to waste?

She heard her companion leave the room and decided to leave her meal for the others to find, as a testament to her strength and will. They would fear her before they even met her. With a final glance to the carcass on the floor, she headed out of the office and outside towards her companion. She let her body brush up against his larger frame as she walked past him, just to let him know she was pleased.

“This is gonna be fun, wont it my pet?” She spoke with a sly smile and a nip to his ear. She knew he wouldn’t answer, but the breath that caught in his throat at her touch was enough to get the message across. He was happy as long as she was.