Anput

[skye]

<sup>Name: Anput
Gender: Female
Age: 5 years
Breed:: 1/2 Timber Wolf, 1/2 Mackenzie Valley Wolf
Pack: Loner
Rank: (n/a)
Mate: (n/a)
Offspring: (n/a)

Appearance:

Athena would indeed be a godess - if she were two years old again. But now aging, the wear and tear of life and stress have worn their wear on her physique. With grey hairs popping up here and there, her once-was classic timber wolf pelt is slowly glossing over into a silvery hue. Her back and face are black and dark gray, and her underbelly and all four paws a pristine while, with golden eyes that seem to sink into one's soul.

Scratches and scars are riddled through her pelt, unnoticeable to the naked eye, and long healed. Narrow virgin hips no more, they have become wider with child-bearing. And what once was an elegant tail perfectly suited for her, is now a healed knubby-stub.

Personality:

Usually patient, and wise with her years, she has a brain that never ceases ticking, always thinking, analyzing, and trying to determine the hows and whys of things. Her best quality is loyalty, willing to follow her leader and pack to the ends of the earth, and always seeking to serve its best interests. She is soft-hearted, caring, a good listener, and noble.

She has a knack for figuring others out, the time of many years ingraining personality traits and genres into her mind, and sheer necessity demanding that she figure out how the pieces all fall together in a hurry. Perhaps being able to determine 'friend' or 'foe' of another is not such a bad thing, but a bad temper is. Intolerant of any sort of disrespect, her temper can flare up in an instant, as she expects pack hierarchies to be followed, and the respect she deserves to be given.

Failure is something that does not sit well with her, she always strives to do her very best, and when her best isn't good enough, fate will find her brooding, alone. Whether or not her biological clock has ticked itself out she is unsure, but she is constantly aware of it, and breeding season is always as alarming to her as being set on fire.


History:

Originally from a pack far far away, she once spoke Latin, Greek, and English. She had two pups there which died to starvation, disease, and harsh winter weather. After a terrible war of four dense packs, leaving fewer survivors than paw-digits, she had wandered away to new lands.

There, she climbed the pack ranks to Beta, forgot her other languages, and began to fall in love with the leader. The pack merged with another pack that had dwindled to a single couple, out of pity. After being raped by the leaders brother of another pack, producing a single daughter, there was a war between these two packs, and this brother killed her leader and love, and stole her child. In this war, her tail was ripped off.

To everyone's surprise, the female of the merged pack couple took over, being one of the same nefarious blood-thirsty heart as the attacking pack, and immediately exiled her. With no pack, no would-be-mate, no daughter, and no tail, she sought a friend to end her life. Surprisingly, the man offered her a place in the pack - but failing the test of strength required, she fled the lands completely.

Too much sorrow for her heart to bear, her subconscious locked all of the events of previous away, only to be released ever again as shimmering nonsensical fragments in her haunting dreams, and headaches.</sup>

[Tessa]

^Accepted!