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Lightbringer
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Name: Riley Age: 3 Species: WolfxShepard Reference sheet: https://ibb.co/gYG7mp Description: She has dark brown Fur with black Shepard like markings.She has two different colored eyes, the left being blue and the right being brownish gold and a black nose. Her right ear is bent down and her left one is straight up. They are both slightly larger than a regular wolf and slightly wider than a Shepard. She has long tuffs of fur on the edges of her ears and her fur is slightly longer and thicker than a wolfs. Her frame is petite with long legs and black Paws. Her tail has long strands and the tip is black. A car accident broke her left leg and it was never set properly so it is skinnier and smaller than the rest of her legs due to muscle loss in it and the leg is slightly bent inward with her paw overlapping her right leg. She cannot walk on it because it does not reach the ground. Personality: She is shy and timid. She has insecurities about her disability and will quickly snap at anyone who calls attention to it. Backstory: Her mother was lone wolf,named Lakel, she had fallen in love with a Shepard male, named Topper, who live on a farm not to far from where she made her den. They conceived a single pup in one of the harshest winters known to the area. The two parents named her, Riley. She was very, very small, about half a pound and almost didn't survive. The parents prayed to Fenrir, the Wolf God, That their daughter would survive. Four months later, winter faded away to a fresh, fragrant, and crisp spring. Riley made her way into the world. She was unsure about her surroundings for it was too green and bright. The only thing she had seen of the world was the den that her mother made, with its soft tones of brown and gray. She shivered at the different smells as they came through her nose. Paw after paw, she ventured farther and farther, her belly fur grazed the new grass as she practically crawled out of the den. There was a lot of things for this pup to learn. Eight months later, She is now one year old. She moves with a Lethal grace that only her wolf ancestors can give her. She has developed a knack for adventure and deviance. Her outings more often than not, end in some sort of injury or conflict that must be resolved by her mother. The day has come where her careless antics end in disaster. She was tormenting a fawn that had wandered to far from its Doe, not noticing that the herds Buck was so close. He charged her and flung her into a tree. Stunned she took off running, not paying attention to where she was going. Soon her claws scrapped against asphalt and the last thing she heard was a loud screech. Everything was thrown into darkness. She woke to blinding light, a door had been opened. Cautiously, she stepped out of what appeared to be a large metal box and into the bright sunlight... Two years pass by. Her rear left leg never healed right. It is permanently crooked and has angled inward with her paw over lapping her right leg. She has lost all muscle mass from lack of use, therefore it is smaller than the rest of her legs. She hates this place, after the accident she was taken by some humans to a reserve that keeps Wolf dogs. There isn't room to run in her small enclosure and she has to eat these tasteless pellets. She longs for the taste of a nice fresh bloody kill under her paws. There was only one other wolf dog in this place. His name is Butcher. They got along great but then he died of old age, and she was really alone. She wandered what had become of her parents. In order to find out she must escape. With her plan set, she will escape tonight. A hole has been dug under a bush and is now big enough for her slip under. She is free.
The next night she made a den under a tangle of tree roots surrounded by a clearing filled with spring flowers, a small creek runs through the middle and creates a small waterfall pool about a mile away in the tree line. She will have a lot to learn in providing for herself because hunting will not be easy with her dead leg. As soon as she gets her strength, the hunt for her parents will start.
"Oh, Fenrir, give me strength" -Riley
Edited at September 27, 2018 03:45 PM by Lovely Natives |
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