How Did You Find Us?: I creep!
Haha. Ruins of Wildwood.
Name: Nina
Age: 4 years
Breed: Timber wolf
Desired Rank: Hunter
Past History: Throughout her past, she has ran away from everything. . .her family, her life, her loved ones. Her brother was sent out to kill her by her own father at an early age, and now, Nina finally believes that she has lost her brother and she returns to the land she once knew as a pup, the Mountains of Mist. After awhile, she returned to her home, finding an old friend along the way, and deciding to join his pack.
Personality:
Fearful
Now that she has offically on the run from her brother, Nina is now fearful of every turn that she comes to. She never lives without the scratching fear in her pelt about what is going to come next. She is known to be jumpy most of the time, for she remains on edge around other wolves.
Kind:
Remaining kind as she always was is a key element in her life for she never wants to live without kindness towards others. She even puts a smile on her face to others that she doesn't know.
Terrorized:
Knowing that her brother is out to kill her is not an easy thought on Nina. She walks around her territory, fear deep within her pelt.
Sweet:
Being as sweet she can be in a time of desperation Nina never loses a beat when it comes to helping others. She will always be there for another and do anything to help another out.
Loving and Understanding:
Staying loving and understanding was a hard element to keep within herself. Even when she is upset she remains the same and comforts others when the time comes. Remaining understanding is hard but she has found the core of how to control her emotions.
Description/Photo:
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Role Play Example:
After her short trip to out of her territory, a limp had gained on Nina's leg, and her walk seemed slightly out of stride. The golden brown female felt it was time to return to the pack's denning place for a small time to see if anyone was nearby. The female limped towards a small shaded area, and was overjoyed to hear that no pack mates were nearby, giving her enough time to rest her leg. As she sat down she couldn't help the slight wince that continued to annoy her.
Turning her head towards her leg, she licked the fur accordingly, in hopes that it would feel slightly better. The run-in with another lone wolf had not gone well. The lone wolf had been overly mad at her, and rammed her in the leg, possibly springing something. The girl highly doubted that the female had broken anything in her leg, but it was sore.
Throughout that time the female had walked a long ways to get back to the denning area, and maybe talk to a familiar face that wouldn't injure her. She didn't want anything bad to happen within the pack, and that was why she didn't refuse anything when she would sit silently and listen for something. Anything that would indicate another life-form nearby.
Mon Jul 02, 2012 5:16 pm
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