Biography
The dank smell of the tunnel filled my senses and the soupy residue clung to my drenched coat. I stumbled alone the beaten tunnel- listening to rats scurrying along the pipes and the water trickle downward into darkness. I finally laid down, feeling like I had covered a good amount of ground for the day. My mind drifted into dreams. ~
I was sprinting along the canyon wall staring deep into the valley. It was fall so the trees were almost empty and any noise echoed through the canyon. I watched my brothers ears closely waiting for the signal. As he sprinted along the trees he suddenly picked up pace. I followed suit, as did my 2 other brothers who also were above the valley. There! I lept down the intricate paths of the canyon walls as soon as he gave the signal! As I neared the bottom I saw our target. A huge doe was resting under an oak tree and hadn't noticed us yet. I slunk around some of the surrounding trees and waited patiently for the break.
I yelped as something horribly sharp dug itself into my hide. I spun around and tried to tear it out with my teeth but everything began to spin around me and flip upside down until all I could see were the hooves of the doe....
My eyes flickered open and slowly adjusted to the darkness surrounding me. I attempted to stand but my paws glided across the slippery surface. I scrambled to a sitting position and looked around wildly. Cold iron bars gripped my vision as I spun around. My stomach tightened and my vision tunneled. I was horribly sick and I didn't know how or what with. I flopped down on the freezing floor and let out a tiny whimper. I didn't know where I was. I couldn't smell the familiar scent of my pack- my brothers, my mom, my mate- they all had disappeared, left only in the corners of my mind. I would get home. I would return to the land of my ancestors. I would hunt in the canyon, waiting for the call of the hunt to reach my ears. I would get home because I was a wolf. And not just any wolf. I was one of the famed Viceroy.
Breeding Info
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| Personality
As a Viceroy I hold true to the virtues set forth by my ancestors:
~Brave
~Loyal
~Compassionate in times of pain
~Harsh when rebuke is needed
~A sense of humor always saves lives
~Honest
~Honorable
~Moral
~Intellegent
~Jack of all trades
~Above all I am wise. A Viceroy need be in times of dire trouble
Preferences
It wasn't always my name. Viceroy is the name given only to the next alpha female of the Viceroy. It is more than a name. It is the legacy of our family and only the most powerful and courageous she-wolf would inherit this honor. I accepted the name but not the position as I was a wolf of hidden dignity and honor. I would rather my courage, loyalty and humbleness shine through than a title bearing virtually no meaning.
Special Skills
As a Viceroy I contain some of the most guarded secrets of my pack from the very beginning. Likewise I am trusted to make the decisions that impact the entire pack becasue I am also Viceroy herself.
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Winter 
Night Weather: 
Blizzard Moon: 
