I "refuse* -to- hate .you.

[~Ash~]

Name; Evaline or Eva
Age; A little over 3 years
Gender; Female
Breed; Mackenzie Valley

Desired Pack; Cestos

Appearance: Eva's coat is majorly made up of the color white. Random areas consist of soft golden or soft tan. These colors blend, so it isn't always easy to distinguish what color is what. Her eyes are a smooth lavender shade. There's nothing super special about her. She isn't larger than the average Mackenzie female wolf, she is rather average. Her limbs are slightly longer though, giving her a small speed bonus. Though, it's hardly noticeable. She has the average form of a wolf of her age and breed

Personality: Eva has a cool, collected attitude. It is hard for her to loose her temper as she has a good control over her emotions. When she is in one mood, though, it takes her a bit of time to switch to another. For example, if she has just finished a fight with someone, she is likely to be snappy to others for a short amount of time. This is normal for her. She is usually calm and cooperative, but does have her moments when she looses her control and lets her emotions run free. This usually doesn't happen often. Although, with Eva, it's never really apparent what mood she is unless you know her well. From different occasions with her older sister, Alie, though, she may be more on guard and suspicious of those who she thinks may want to harm her.

History: I'm lucky I have enough muse for this sheet lol. I'll get back to this later. Plus things will be updated to make it look better

RP example; (From a recent -and still ongoing one on one- rp I'm doing) Claw's clacked silently against the warm streets of England. The warm air of the night sliced through the creatures black fur. His pelt itself seemed to match the sky in tune. His muscles were thick, his form strong. The animal looked like a huge, black dog. But alas, this was not so. The creature that slowly strode down the quiet streets was a wolf. Or, so he looked. This was the form he chose to use. He didn't like being in his usually, human looking form much. Even though seeing a wolf in a human-thriving area could cause ruckus. Though, if he was smart, he could easily pass as a huge dog.

Red tinted golden eyes peered forward as the wolf walked. Ohh, but what was he exactly? By being able to turn human, he seemed like a werewolf. Well, you're rather close. His unusually sharp fangs, and piercing red-tinted eyes gave away what he truly was when exposed. That's right. One of... them.

And being part human, or once one, he could speak the English tongue as a canine. The wolf stopped, raising his head. Turning to the left, he saw a darkened area over by a house. Glancing up, he noticed the window open. He needed to be careful. Turning his large form, the wolf stepped lightly over to the side.

A soft brushing sound was heard as something rubbed against the side of the house. The wolf cringed for a moment, eyes softening. A piece of clothing around his neck. It was a golden color with silver gems in random stops on the material; a collar. He had been in contact with a human, a human he liked. And she had made this special piece for him. Though, he could never lay eyes on her again. It would be too dangerous.

Turning around, the male wolf slid down into a laying position by the building. His eyes narrowed, watching the streets. Who would he come across tonight? He was well into his years as 'one of them'. He was turned at the tender age of 7, but amazingly never stopped 'aging' until he was 18. Then his appearance remained the same. He was well into his years now, but that didn't matter. He was still young at heart. Flicking his ears back and forth, the male watched in silence. The creatures name had remained the same over years and years of his life... Alkane.

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