Here is what Rogue's appearance looks like:
And here is my sample, I'll do her history like Howling did.
A long time ago, a strict and superstitious pack had dumped a two month old white pup. This pup had an extra toe on her back left foot. The pack thought she was cursed, and dumped her in a strange forest. It was probably the winter season that saved her life, yet risked it as well. It risked it because of the bone chilling cold. But saved it because she could blend in and hide from hungry predators.
Somehow she survived. Barely though. By the time the snow melted and the spring leaves were growing, Rogue was a wandering bag of bones. Hardly having the energy to walk, or breath. Her ingenuity kept her alive in the end. Using the blood in her own poo, she would attract scavengers and lure them into a trap. With surprise on her side, she would kill and eat them. Foxes were usually the only ones to be caught.
As the young Rogue grew older, she turned to different ways to catch prey. She roamed the lands, avoiding contact with other wolves. Her childhood with the horrid pack had given her a bad experience, one she didn't wish to experience again.
Now the beautiful white wolf could take down the most difficult of prey, and almost vanish when other wolves came close. But--occasionally curiosity would perk her to spy on them. Maybe someday one will change Rogue's mind too meet some of her own kind? For now though, she roams these wild lands alone.
Fri May 04, 2012 9:54 pm
