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Edited at March 27, 2020 06:37 PM by Tenebris Umbra
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Name: Mendax {Latin for 'Liar'}. Alias*: None. If one calls her different, it will not end pretty. Height: 2.7 Feet. (Approximately 82 cm). Weight: 119 Pounds Age: Five. Gender: Damsel. Aroma*: Her aroma consists of the smell of rosemary and cedar wood. Sexuality: Heterosexual. Quote(s): ""Be careful who you trust, the devil was once an angel."" -Unknown. Appearance: Both her looks and persona resemble that of an evil mastermind. However, the only difference being is that she didn't choose to look the way she does. Menax is covered in scars, many unseen due to her pelt, but the ones that can be seen allow others to understand that she hadn't had a good start to life. Battered, bruised, and maimed does she appear, as does her personality because of that. Her eyes are cold and piercing, often found scouting for her next target to torment or play a trick upon. Her pelt varies from browns, greys, and white, though she resembles a grey wolf. Personality: Mendax is exactly what her names says she is, a liar. Well, a liar is not exactly what she is. No, she is much worse. The dame is a trickster, a con-artist, a demon in disguise, and, the worst of all, the master or manipulation. She is often found teasing others or mocking them in negative ways. Her personality is, per say, both evil yet intelligent at the same time, as although she can be extremely rude and aggressive, she also has smarts. Then again, in order to get away with things, one must have intelligence. It's true, Mendax is extremely intelligent, and perhaps even an intellectual of sorts, but oh, how her mind is being used for the wrong reasons. Yes, she is evil and a liar, but sometimes, very rarely, she can show compassion or kindness towards others, though if one ever confronts her about it, she will make you her next target. Mendax is the queen of her own small big world, and if anybody dares dethrone her, she will execute them. Not literally, of course, but she will make their life miserable. Deep down she may have a heart of kindness, but wrapped around it is a patch of thorns. As if that isn't bad enough, Mendax has walls up. Large, thick stone walls that she won't let break, let alone fall, as she doesn't trust easily. She believes that she will never let them fall, but if one is lucky, she will perhaps let them past those walls of hers. Likes*: -Trickery. -Getting away with everything. -Tormenting others. -Mocking/teasing others. -Doing nothing. -Fighting, both verbally and physically. Dislikes*: -Others seeing her rare kind side. -Friendship. -Doing work. Fears*: -Her walls finally breaking. -Trusting. Strengths: -Manipulation, lying, trickery. -Her mind and words; she can solve problems and persuade others. -Muscular strength. Weaknesses: -Her trusting others. -Her kindness showing. History*: Ever since she was a pup, she was thrown around like a chew toy amongst her family of loners. It was hardly a family, especially to her. Them scarring her was their attempt at toughening her up, though how it backfired. Mandex was filled with pain, both internally and externally, and to this day, she still is, though nobody knows. Her family of loners, consisting of her parents and siblings, never were fond of her, and so she became their personal chew toy. Don't believe her? She can show you the bite marks. Mandex, once brave enough, escaped, never to be seen by them again. Theme Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ahHWROn8M0 Ref Sheet: *Credit goes to Quiet-bliss on DA* |
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Name: Ta'xet (Ta, for short) {Named after the god of violent death due to her murderous nature} Alias*: Demon, Enigma. Height: 3 ft at the shoulders. Weight: 120 lbs. Age: Five. Gender: Damsel. Aroma*: Her scent consist of the mild smell of pine as well as rain, though also the metallic scent of blood. Sexuality: Heterosexual. Quote(s): We all have demons, I just choose to feed mine. Appearance: Ta'xet has a colossal stature with a lithe and muscular physique and build. Her pelt consist of several shades of dark grey and black, as well as some forms of white. Her entire back is black while her paws and tail tip are a crisp white, as are the inside of her ears. When it comes to her orbs, she has had heterochromia- both eyes are different colours from one another- her left orb is a deep emerald green, while her right used to be a light icy blue. However, her right eye is no more, as it had long ago been lost due to a wound that caused her blindness in it, so now, all she has is a single left orb. If one looks closely enough, they could perhaps still see the blue colour that is now overcome with whiteness. Ta'xet also has two oversized fangs that stick out of her maw, as well as long claws, which seem to make small 'taps' wherever she walks. The damsel would have a stunning appearance, if it weren't for the couple of scars around her body. Over her right eye (the one in which she is now blind in) has a large scar running over it, which ranges from her forehead to the side of her muzzle. The damsel also has some over her left shoulder, her right flank, and her back, which all consist of scars ranging in size. Personality: Ta'xet is a ruthless canine that has a murderous and mysterious nature. She always craves the need for blood, no matter the type or who it is from. Despite her demonic personality, the female is surprisingly extroverted, though not necessarily in a good way. She will speak to whomever and whenever she would like, though that's only to gather one's secrets, as Ta'xet has a way with words. She is an ideal manipulator and can convince even her worst enemy to run away with her mere words, which she considers a gift. The damsel laughs at the face of death and evil, and hardly ever gives mercy to anybody. She may seem heartless and cruel, though that's only towards others outside of her pack. Many may not be able to read her, as she is quite reserved and unreadable, but she is extremely loyal and protective towards her pack. The female, who hardly cares about anyone, would sacrifice herself for her pack. They are the only ones in which she... tolerates. Ta'xet doesn't understand the meaning of love, in fact, she hardly believes that she could ever feel such an emotion, which is why she ignored any sign of it. Despite her cruel side, she may also have a more.. softer one. She can be rather generous sometimes, though she prefers for nobody to make a large deal over it. So what if she manages to catch a small meal and offer it to another? Or perhaps allows one to rest if they are feeling ill? In short, Ta'xet can do good deeds, though she doesn't like anybody making a fuss. Perhaps deep down she does, but she never does show it. Now, her typical personality may seem harsh and cruel to some, but that's nothing compared to her angered state. When provoked, Ta'xet can make the worst demon from hell itself seem like a saint compared to her. She dislikes any disrespect from anybody, and she will make sure to set one in their place if threatened. In short, nobody should ever want to mess with her, that is, unless they would like a death wish, because she could happily arrange that. Likes*: Darkness, blood, death, her pack, power, killing. Dislikes*: Light, kindness, mercy, other packs, being challenged. Fears*: Love, losing those she genuinely cares about. Strengths: Intelligence, strength, words, dominance, leadership, agility/stealth, speed. Weaknesses: Males/feeling the emotion of love, swimming, endurance, stamina, pups, her rare kindness. Relatives: Deceased (killed them). Crush: Open, PM me! Mate: None. Pups: None. History*: Ah, where to begin? Ta'xet was first gifted another name at birth, though she prefers not to mention it to anybody. As a pup, she never did have a good life, as it was filled with torture and pain, which was constantly inflicted by her own pack and family. When grown, the damsel resembling a demon grew more blood-thirsty and needing revenge, so revenge she obtained. Ta'xet killed each and every one of her pack mates and family, leaving nobody behind. It took a long time to do so, but after finally managing to do it, she left the remainder of her past life behind and took off to join another. Theme Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DJqWZ3Zy5CU Ref Sheet: [Credit goes to Wincey on DA]. |
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Character Name: Cheveyo {'Spirit Warrior' - Native American} *Named due to her heroic nature and brave mind, as well as her strength in both mind and body. Height: 2.7 ft at the shoulders. Weight: 125 lbs. Gender: Damsel. Age: 4.5. Aroma: Cheveyo's scent consists of the mild smell of pine trees, as well as rain. However, her pelt does smell faintly of blood. Appearance: Cheveyo has a colossal stature with a lithe and muscular physique and build. Her pelt consist of several shades of both grey and black, as well as some forms of white. Her entire back is black while her muzzle and underbelly are a medium-coloured grey. As for her paws and tail tip, they are a crisp white, as are the inside of her ears. The tip of her ears are a light grey, as well as her paw pads. When it comes to her orbs, she has had heterochromia- both eyes are different colours from one another- her left orb is a deep emerald green, while her right used to be a light icy blue. However, her right eye is no more, as it had long ago been lost due to a wound that caused her blindness in it, so now, all she has is a single left orb. If one looks closely enough, they could perhaps still see the blue colour that is now overcome with whiteness. Cheveyo also has two oversized fangs that stick out of her maw, as well as long claws, which seem to make small 'taps' wherever she walks. The damsel would have a stunning appearance, if it weren't for the couple of scars around her body. Over her right eye (the one in which she is now blind in) has a large scar running over it, which ranges from her forehead to the side of her muzzle. Cheveyo also has some over her left shoulder, her right flank, and her back, which all consist of scars ranging in size. Personality: Cheveyo is a wise canine who speaks thoughtfully and honestly. She has an intelligent mind and can easily solve a perplexed problem when given to her, no matter the time nor situation. The damsel has a composed and calm nature, and is normally tranquil and equanimous, even if the situation seems out of control. Cheveyo, if provoked, will indeed step out of her calm personality and address the situation with hostility when threatened. If angered, the massive fea will not hesitate to unleash her aggressive side upon an individual, and can easily make herself act like a demon from hell itself, which never does turn out well. She under any circumstance is not to be messed with, that is, unless somebody would like a death wish. The only reason one should fear her is when her angered side emerges. However, one mustn't worry, as she is quite composed and hardly acts out. In fact, when her angered side emerges, many are more surprised that she actually has one, as she knows how to remain composed. Besides that, she will not tolerate any form of disrespect or disorder from anybody, even those higher-up than her, which has gotten her into trouble in the past. Cheveyo is not one afraid to speak her mind and express her own opinions, even if they seem drastic and completely unnecessary. Strengths: Cheveyo is strong in both appearance and mind, and is, per say, an intellectual of sorts. She prefers the more peaceful side of things, though if that doesn't work, then the fea will have no choice but to express her angered side, which involves her strength, claws, and teeth, which nobody should ever want to see when she is threatened. Besides that, Cheveyo is strong when it comes to her speed and agility, as well as her stealth. She could move noiselessly wherever she pleases, and will only emit a sound when she would like to be heard. Summed Up: -Strength. -Massive size. -Oversized teeth/claws. -Agility/speed/stealth. -Intelligence. Weaknesses: Cheveyo, despite her many strengths, also has her weaknesses, which consists of them being more mental than physical. She does have a slightly amount of trust-issues, and will not trust an individual unless that certain trust is won. She also prefers being more extroverted than introverted, which can end up placing her in danger, as she doesn't care who she speaks to or what she says, as she believes all opinions matter. To add on, when angered, Cheveyo can sometimes act completely out of character and inflict pain upon others, despite not meaning to. When it comes to physical weaknesses, she doesn't have many, though for one, the damsel can absolutely under no circumstance swim. However, it doesn't impact her as much, considering that she hardly does anything in water then drink it. Summed Up: -Trust-issues. -Extroverted (could possible put her in danger). -Anger (can perhaps make her act out of character). -Swimming. Fears: -Losing those that matter to her and gain her trust. -Others knowing her weaknesses. -Being unwanted/pained emotionally; cast out/disowned. |
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Name: Carreau {Translates to ~ 'Mercilessness'} Alias: Mercy. Age: Five. Gender: Damsel. Aroma*: Her scent consist of the smell of lavender, as well as the dampness one smells before it storms. Height: 2.9 feet at the shoulders. Weight: 127 lbs. Sexuality: Heterosexual. Quote(s): Blessed are the merciful, for they will be shown mercy. Appearance: Carreau is an elegant dame with a coat as red as leaves in the autumn, with, of course, a few adjustments. Although her pelt is a crisp red, she also has several spots of grey, brown, and even black on it. Her stature itself is rather tall, and her physique is sinewy. Her presence alone holds mystery to it, as she doesn't tell others much about herself. Carreau's proboscis is a deep black, and her eyes are a bright gold, which seem to look as if they know everything about not only one individual, but the entire universe. It's as if she knows its secrets. Things that nobody else doesn't. Her tail is long and graceful, and she has a single nick in her right ear due to a small argument which resolved in a fight. Besides that, her appearance alone is quite alluring, though also haunting and scary at the same time. Personality: Carreau is a mysterious female, one that seems to know everything about everyone, and then some. She is manipulative, alluring, charming, flirty, and, of course, a heartbreaker. Despite her intriguing personality, Carreau has a short fuse, and, if provoked will absolutely make one's life an absolute living hell, hence, her name. She isn't one to give mercy easily to another, which has resolved some brutal bloodshed in the past. Of course, the dame is also fairly intelligent, and many underestimate her due to her many sarcastic comments and apathetical personality. Carreau is a sly and mischievous con-artist, who is often found striking deals with others. The dame knows everything about everybody. How, you ask? Well, that is one secret she will never tell. Observant and manipulative she is, but quiet she isn't. No, Carreau enjoys causing ruckus and havoc amongst everybody. She is often found getting on everybody's good side, but the moment they turn their backs, she strikes. Despite her constant snarky and unnecessary comments, she knows when enough is enough, especially in terms of speaking and fighting. Although her personality is rather venomous, deep down, she can be a rather kind wolf, though she never lets anybody see that side of her. It is hidden deep down, along with the rest of her once nice self. In fact, Carreau used to be an entirely different wolf in her past, though her life was so full of betrayal and pain, that she had resolved and changed herself into a more tough individual. She tends to close herself off if anybody begins getting too close to her, as she doesn't want to be hurt, like she has been so many times before. Instead, the elegant damsel will distance herself, and perhaps even act even ruder in order to protect herself. Carreau has walls built up, and they are fairly thick. They have a single entrance, though it's up to her whether one can enter or not. Likes*: Darkness, peace, company, stars, meadows, mercy, fighting. Dislikes*: Light, heat, snow, being challenged. Fears*: Love, losing those she genuinely cares about, getting hurt/betrayed. Strengths: Intelligence, strength, words, dominance, leadership, agility/stealth, speed. Weaknesses : Males/feeling the emotion of love, endurance, stamina, pups (sometimes). Relatives: Unknown. Crush: Open, PM me! Mate : None. Pups: None. History*: Carreau is a dame that had been born into a pack full of love, kindness, and strength, or at least that was what she believed it to be. Of course, everything seems different when you're a pup. When she was younger, she was one to always strive to be successful, and trusted everybody quite easily. However, little did she know that those she loved and trusted would turn their back on her. One morning, as a young canine, she had managed to run into a distant pack, one that wanted nothing other but to take over her current pack's territory. Unsure of what to do, she called for the rest of her pack, yet upon seeing her being corned by the other pack, did nothing. Instead, her pack had watched her fend for herself, their faces emotionless. Those she believed cared about her sat and did nothing whilst she was busy fighting for herself. Carreau, although managed to escape with hardly a scratch, had felt betrayed that none of those she cared about did anything to help her. She believed that they wanted her dead, as why else wouldn't they do anything? Still feeling pained, she left her pack, and set out to find a new one. Theme Song: Ref Sheet:  [Credit goes to Quiet-bliss on DA]. |
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Name: Corvus {Means 'Crow' in Latin}. Alias: Cor, Crow, Raven. Age: Three. Gender: Dame Aroma: Her scent consists of the musky smell of pine needles, wildflowers, as well as honey. Quote(s): Always have an escape plan. The less you reveal, the more people can wonder. Height: 2.8-2.9 feet at the shoulders. Weight: 123 lbs. Appearence : Corvus has a large stature with a muscular and lithe physique. Her name translates to crow, which is quite ironic, considering that her pelt is a pure white, unlike the feathered birds. Her pelt alters from light grey, to a darker grey, whist her proboscis is a pitch black. Her eyes are heterochromic; her left is an icy blue, while her right is a deep emerald green. The elegant-looking damsel has a single scar running over her right eye, which had been inflicted in her past by another The fea had been maimed several times in her past, though her other markings are hidden amongst her thick pelt.  [Credit goes to Quiet-bliss on DA]. Personality: Corvus was gifted her name due to her elegant appearance and her mischievous and cunning personality. She holds wisdom in her orbs and speaks nothing but honesty. The damsel is full of peril, mystery, and intelligence, and poses as an enigma to everybody she encounters. Corvus has the ability to pick out ones emotions easily, even if she had never met them. Don't want anybody knowing how you're feeling at the moment? Well, Corvus can read you thoroughly with one glance, and can easily disappear or appear whenever she feels like it without anybody knowing. The shadows are her friend, as she uses them to remain hidden until she wants to be seen. She also has the ability to spy on others, just like a crow, as she can be stealthy when she feels like it. She is a silent and noiseless canine, well, at least when she moves around. The damsel is surprisingly extroverted, and is never afraid to tease another, as her calm nature also holds a hint of playfulness in it. In short, she is a fun individual to have around, both for talking to, as well as for playing or joking around with. Need her to make a joke? She can do it. Need somebody to listen to you? She can do it. Need somebody to have a shoulder to cry on? She is there for you. Need her to hurt somebody? Corvus can do that too, as the fea also has an evil personality when those she cares about are threatened. She would risk her life for those she truly loves, and wouldn't let anything getting in the way of their health. She is a generous fea who, when given a favour or request, would happily complete it without asking for anything in return. Likes: Mysterious things, stars, meadows, shadows, trees, bees, when others finally figure her out, danger, excitement. Dislikes: Being told that she is wrong, feeling useless, getting hurt or hurting others, boredom. Fears: Losing those she loves due to not being able to do anything. Strengths: Intelligence, large stature/strength, ability to read one's emotions, protectiveness, leadership skills. Weaknesses: Losing those she cares about, hurting those around her without wanting to, seeing those she loves around her get hurt, feeling weak or wrong. Skills / Talents: -Her intelligence (she considers it to be a talent). -Her ability to read ones emotions. -Her swift speed. -Her stealthy and agile movement (allows her to spy on anybody without their knowledge). Theme Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UJUEV46n6yY |
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Name: Occultatum, though simply goes by Tatum {Latin for 'Hidden'}. Alias*: Tatum. Height: 2.7 Feet. (Approximately 82 cm) Weight: 119 Pounds. Age: Five. Gender: Feminine. Aroma*: Pine Sap. Sexuality: Heterosexual. Quote(s): - ""Life is either a daring adventure or nothing."" - Helen Keller. - ""A good traveler has no fixed plans, and is not intent on arriving."" - Lao Tzu. Appearance: Tatum is a majestic and graceful dame with a sinewy physique and long slender legs. Her fur is a crisp white and is fluffier than most, making her appear to be taller and wider than others. Tatum has a hint of brown on her underbelly as well as on her paws, and perhaps a hint of light grey on her thighs. Her tail is long and fluffy, and sometimes, resembles that of a fox's tail. Tatum has heterochromia; her left eye is a deep grey-ish colour, whilst her right is an icy blue. Her gait is almost always majestic, and oddly, every step she takes it appears to seem like she's floating. And her pelt, which sometimes looks as if it's glowing due to the reflection of the sun off of it, makes her resemble that of a spirit or ghost. Tatum is a wanderer, constantly travelling to wherever her heart and legs want to go next. Personality: Tatum is an enigma of a canid. Her persona is mysterious, and no matter who or what she encounters, she always leaves them intrigued. Her name means hidden, and for good reasons. Everything about her is unknown. Tatum has no personality. Well, she does, though she isn't sure what it is. She's too busy trying on other personalities to see if they fit, not bothering to test her own true one out. One day, she takes on the persona of a trickster, the other, a wolf that speaks only in riddles, or if she's feeling creative, will only speak sentences with words beginning with a certain letter. It's unknown what personality she chooses, but once she uses one, Tatum will never use the same one again. If there were to be some main things clear about her true personality, she is extremely wise and intelligent, often solving perplexed problems without any difficulty. Tatum, although doesn't present herself to others, always leaves an imprint on everybody. Even if they see her for a mere instant, they will remember who she is, for she is almost impossible to forget. As much as she is wise and intelligent, she is peaceful. Often found pondering about the simple things in a serene landscape, Tatum hardly ever uses anger, that is, unless she decides it's her personality for the day. If she ever does, she makes her points very clear, and can turn surprisingly monstrous when provoked, so it's better to remain on her good side, not that she truly has a bad side, but others don't need to know that, right? Likes*: -Personalities. -Simple things; she enjoys the smaller things in life, as she feels like they don't get as much credit. -Peace. -Proving her point and being right. Dislikes*: -Her true self personality-wise, not that she even knows who she is. -Others figuring her out before she gets the chance to. -War and anger. -Somebody getting her so angry she jumps out of character and becomes hostile; she prefers the calmer side of life. Fears*: -Never knowing who she is. -Death. Strengths: -Intelligence. -Ability to control her emotions. -Ability to be unreadable; she only shows her emotions if she feels like being read. -Strength in mind, body, and words. Weaknesses: -Others making her step out of her comfort zone and approach a situation with hostility rather than kindness. -Her stubbornness; she will prove her point until won if she doesn't agree with a certain situation. Relatives: None. History*: A wanderer of the lands, Tatum was never one to remain in one place for too long. She knows stories encountered from all over the land, many of which she witnessed, or was a part of. Rather than letting her mind lead her, she lets her heart and legs do it. When she feels like she has spent enough time in one place, she wandered off to another. Tatum enjoys taking in the many sights of the world and meeting different individuals. Some call her a rogue, others, a storyteller. Or, if some are being creative, they call her a spirit or ghost due to her complex personality and her gait, as she walks with grace and appears to be almost floating. Theme Song: Ref Sheet:  [Credits go to Tiefenschaerfe on DA]. |
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Name: Prudens {Latin for 'Wise'}. Alias*: Pru, Prude. Height: 2.7 Feet. (Approximately 82 cm). Weight: 119 Pounds Age: Five. Gender: Damsel. Aroma*: Her aroma consists of the smell of sage, apples, and a hint of lavender. Sexuality: Heterosexual. Quote(s): ""What I do is create an aura of mystery."" - George Noory. Appearance: Prudens is a majestic dame with a sinewy physique and long slender legs. She holds a certain grace to her that makes her seem like she's floating on air when she walks. Her pelt ranges from many colours. From red, all the way to white and grey. On her face, she has more grey and black then any other part of her body. Instead, it's more red than anything, whilst her underbelly is white. Her nose is a deep blue and her eyes a light brown; copper. Her eyes are full of wisdom, and are both piercing yet soft at the same time. Prudens' pelt is bushier than most, and her tail longer and fluffier, resembling that of a foxes. Her paws have white markings over them like gloves, while her paw pads are black. Personality: Prudens has a unique personality. One wouldn't call her an enigma, but she is close to one. You see, she is an observer, and because of that, she can easily detect things about others, even if they don't want anybody knowing. The dame has an odd ability to see everybody's auras, as well as decipher what their emotions are by a simple glance. Many see her as a shaman or witch of sorts due to her ability to read others like a book, chapter by chapter, page by page. One simple look, and Prudens has you all figured out, whether you like it or not. Although she is an intriguing and mysterious dame, she isn't introverted. No, surprisingly, the dame is quite extroverted, especially in terms of expressing her own opinions and thoughts. Just like her name, Prudens is a wise individual, and one can tell from a simple glance. Her eyes hold intelligence and wisdom, as if she has been alive for thousands of years; ancient. However, in reality, she can be just as normal as any other canine. She is loyal, kind, and respectable towards others. Hardly ever does she become angry, but if she is provoked enough, she can be. However, Prudens prefers to resort to words before anger, though sometimes her emotions don't work out in her favour. Likes*: -Stories. -History. -Peace. -Deciphering auras and reading others. -Observing. -When others seek her for advice. Dislikes*: -Not being able to read others, which has only happened once, and to whom, you may ask? Well, herself. Her aura is blank. -Catastrophe and chaos; disorder. Fears*: -Her aura is and always will be blank and unreadable. -Abandonment. -Others disliking her. Strengths: -Ability to read everybody's emotions and auras. -Physical and mental strength. -Intelligence. Weaknesses: -Her stubbornness; once she has a point to prove, she will prove it until she wins. Relatives: None. History*: Prudens was and always will be an odd wolf. She had a normal life, though it was different from everybody else. Whilst other pups played with one another, she stayed behind and spent her times sitting in the forest and observing the water and trees, trying to figure out if they had a deeper meaning. She was always an observer and listener, and hardly a hyper or enthusiastic pup. Many believed she had the wisdom of the elders and was one stuck in a pup's body, but Prudens doesn't believe that. She was always able to see auras. From the darkest black, to the bright yellow one. She has seen almost every colour, even if some were rarer than most. However, although she spent most of her pup hood in the woods, isolated from life, she had spent most of her time attempting to figure out why she could see everybody's aura but herself's. Why did somebody have a candy apple red one, whilst she had nothing.. Zilch? Theme Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=za2VzjkwtFc Ref Sheet:  *Credit goes to Ylliny on DA* |
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