Riley

[Dash]

Name; Riley
Age; 3 Years
Gender; Female
Breed; Mexican Wolf

Desired Pack; Ebire pack, head guard.

Appearance: Rather large for a female. She's a bit on the husky side, she holds herself strong and level headed. Her elegance has long since disappeared with her tenderness. She is a cold female. Not one to show affection, wincing at it in fact. She's a mix of gray, brown, whites and tans. Mixes and tinges of oranges and blacks mix amongst the bunch as well. Her eyes are a gentle brown and the most dominate feature about her is her floppy ear. Useless to her she can only hear on one side, the other hears faint noises yet it simply just flops around as she runs and walks. She's got a large scar against her muzzle, though she speaks nothing of her past about how she obtained such a tear in he ear to make it useless and the mark against her muzzle. A strict female one should watch what they say around her, she's a well restrained female and only attacks upon notification of the alpha or someone of higher rank.

Personality: She has lost all tenderness. She is a cold and cruel female. Her eyes flare with anger though she's passive. She doesn't act on the anger that brews and stirs within her. She has a mutual disdain for most wolves, though she has a large amount of respect for higher up ranks and those who live life banished for reasons beyond their control. She is a serious female, not one to laugh. Her innocence was lost along with her ability to smile long ago. She's a silent wolf. One to listen and learn. She doesn't speak often, though she's quick witted when she does. She holds her own very well against her comrades both male and female having the upper advantage of weight and size she shows no mercy upon mutilating others and is an asset to have at war. Her mind races on the battle field and she is a strategist when she needs to be. She is shy when it comes to affection and love, and if a male is ever interested in her, she tries to steer far away from them, not knowing how to react toward the sudden tender feelings making her feel ill.

History: She was raised by her grandmother. Her parents were killed upon breaking the newly instated law that the only pups to be born were that of alphas and betas. The lieutenant of the massive army of her old pack came to the den, her grandmother had taken Riley to teach her how to be a scout, her desired rank at the time of their deaths. The lieutenant was quick of disposing the pair, becoming disappointed that the female pup was nowhere to be found, vowing to return in the dead of night. Upon finding her parents brutally murdered, her grandmother was quick to respond. She took Riley with her, exiling both her and Riley from the pack to raise the pup. Riley never recovered from witnessing the blood stained walls, and the large struggle smeared against the floor of the den. Her anguish was fueled by revenge, she could have guarded her parents, saved them. Her grandmother put no strain on her granddaughter and let her anguish build without knowledge that she had changed her desire. She would join a new pack and kill her old one. Hatred replaced the gap of love that was supposed to be filled for her parents, and loyalty to her pack. Upon Riley's third birthday her grandmother had decided to re-enlist for the pack, not sure if they would recognize her or not. They did, and she was killed, no struggle had been held. Her grandmother had made it her right to die with her pack, Riley was confused and angry, she stayed on the outskirts of the pack land becoming stronger each day. She lost weight, and on her third birthday she visited her grandmother's burial, not sure why she returned. She was lost in anger, she ran. Searching for a new pack to call home. Seeking to run from her past, and thus she did.

She had run into the old lieutenant on her travels, he was quick to charge her. Tearing at her ear, not looking to kill her, but shame her. Enraged at the old crazy male's actions, she attacked him. Injuring him as he tried to tear at her jaw, leaving a thick mark against the jaw. She'd forever remember that sick evil bastard, not realizing that it was not his intention to kill her or her family, nothing personal. He was doing his job. He left her unconscious, not willing himself to kill her. She woke up dazed and confused, lost and worried she darted away, far away. Looking for an entire new place to reside in. Though her past was stained on her face and against her ear, and she wanted to end his life. Though she had to train first, she knew she was too young to attack the old war bound male. She would grow stronger, guard a pack. She heard of a new pack starting up in a distant land, she wasted no time attempting to find it. And thus traveled here. Seeking acceptance to Ebire.