Post by skeith on Jun 8, 2009 9:58:43 GMT -8
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Name; Xyrin (pronounced: Siren)
Age; 3 years
Gender; Female
Breed; Red/Grey Wolf
Desired Pack; Ebire
Appearance:A streamline form of rust with grey laden within. Dainty paws dipped in snow with an underbelly to match and eyes as cold as glaciers themselves. Crystalline gems often change with emotion though nothing of significant appearance. Her build is supported by long, slender stalks toned to perfection from seasons of fighting and hunting. A bodice built for speed is something most desired especially for her stealth and dexterity. Her thick banner is dabbed with grey against a rusted base, and tipped in onyx fur; a much sought after appendage by pups that see her tail as a toy. She never seems to mind their attention to it.
To match her frame, her auds too are slender and often stand erect atop her crown regardless if she is alert or at bay. A defensive trait established but kept in check.
Personality:-An irritating little bitch with nothing better to do. When not called for duty, she is idle and lazy. But when needed, she is a determined warrior for the pack, one that would throw their life away if it meant keeping the members safe within. But there is a catch to her loyalty. A believer that respect is earned and not automatically attained, she is less likely to give her aid to a leader she deems unfit, regardless of the circumstance. If there is a hint of mental instability, she would rather see the leader dead than assist in any way..
She has an insatuable habit of barking and snaping at nearly all females as if they are the scum of the earth. And especially so when the female has a mate or an intended suitor. Perhaps she's just jealous but not likely.
History:Her mother was right. She had grown into quite the irritating bitch these past few seasons. Always the one to look for ulterior motives to other's comments rather than take their words at face value. It was annoying. For many seasons her mother tried desperately to mate off her first-born, but the female wasn't having it. She would rather befriend the male rather than carry his pups, let alone move out of the pack. And this was made worse by Desire's elder son, Dorian. Always coming to Xyrin's rescue, letting the female have her rebellious ways. He was long since mated and had a family of his own, yet he still coddled his little sister, keeping her only with the friend boundary of her male companions.
But Desire wasn't having it. No. It was shameful that her prized cub was not off with a litter of her own, expanding their meager little pack. But why would no male want her? She was attractive for her type, a desirably slender form, toned muscle, coat always kept cleaned and unmated. There shouldn't have been a problem, but there was. That child's personality was horrid. Always barking at other females, baring her fangs at even the slightest provocation. And in conflict, there was no difference from a slight raise of the tone to an all out predatory attack. Xyrin treated all the same way; swift and merciless.
No male was going to look past that flawed aspect of her persona, even if it meant having the ideal bodice of the female. It meant nothing if she ran the risk of killing the pups after birth. But their rejection was fine to her. If they couldn't stand how she acted, then it was her problem..and this she stated proudly to her mother. Her sire however, was not pleased. It was hard more so on him than his mate, for he loved his daughter unconditionally, but if she was not willing to become docile for anyone, then she would be forced to leave.
And so she did.
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