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Introduction/wolf roleplay
Most wolves have a history. Some, more bloody than others. And of them all, this wolf's history was likely the bloodiest. She was a massive wolf by all standards - she stood a great deal taller than any other fae, and rivaled most brutes. Her coat was an average color - Black as ebony.
But if you looked hard enough, you could see her trademark - her "death scar". It was a blow that should have meant her death. A blow given to her by her father - whom she killed shortly after. From that moment, her mother deserted her. And she wandered the tundra, joining warrior packs - as their most valued warrior.
She bore her death scar proudly - it ran from the center of her chest and crossed her heart. But it rarely showed unless the wind happened to toss her fur just right. She earned a reputation - and a name to fit it well. Wolves that knew her, or had heard her history, called her "Demon".
And in truth, if you dared to look deep into her ebony orbs, you saw it - her history of fight, blood, and death. But however vicious she seemed - she fought with honor. Never fighting an unwilling opponent, but always coming out the victor. She was an asset to any pack that dared to have her in their midst. The Demon would roam, hunt, and kill when needed.
She was wise, cunning, strong, fast - the epitemy of wolven society and ability. She was feared by all, hated by some, and sought after by all packs. She carried herself boldly, with guts and tenacity greater than any alpha. And the alphas never questioned her rights as such. They respected and feared this wolf called Demon. And with good reason.
So dare you question her age-old authority? Dare you challenge the unbeaten Demon? We shall see. You shall see. For the Demon - she already sees you.
Her name you seek? For that, my friend, be wary. For many have asked - and few have survived the answer.
For her name is not merely her own - she shares it with one even more brutal than herself. She shares it with her evil father - The dark and brutal alpha of a pack of canibalistic warrior wolves.
So you make the choice - ask, or flee? Or can you bear to hear the name of her evil father - and see the inherritance in her eyes?
I guess we'll all find out soon.
Profile/Wolf Roleplay
Alias: Hanyetuwi.
Roleplayer: Hanyetuwi.
Gender: Female.
Age: 2 1/2 years.
Cadre: ~ Ho'nehe Notaxe Clan ~
Rank: Arahcas Female.
Status: Heathy and robust.
Dam: Sunktokeca.
Sire: Hanyetuwi.
Siblings: Kiretsumai (brother) Tasumakunai (brother)
Mate: None.
Offspring: None
Build: Bigger than most adult males. Very muscular. Wise, cunning, strong, fast - the epitemy of wolven society and ability.
Appearance:she stands a great deal taller than any other fae, and rivals most brutes his coat is an average color - Black as ebony. But if you looked hard enough, you could see her trademark - her "death scar".
Markings/Scars: she bore her death scar proudly - it ran from the center of her chest and crossed her heart. Eye color: Ebony black with a tinge of light brown
Personality: Strong , Loyal , Compassionate and a Extremely Skilled Fighter and Hunter
History: The scar that adorned her chest was a blow that should have meant her death. A blow given to er by her father - whom she killed shortly after. From that moment, her mother deserted her. And she wandered the tundra, joining warrior packs - as their most valued warrior. She bore her death scar proudly - it ran from the center of her chest and crossed her heart. But it rarely showed unless the wind happened to toss her fur just right. She earned a reputation - and a name to fit it well. Wolves that knew her, or had heard her history, called her "Demon". And in truth, if you dared to look deep into her ebony orbs, you saw it - her history of fight, blood, and death. But however vicious she seemed - she fought with honor. Never fighting an unwilling opponent, but always coming out the victor.
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❈Light of his life, fire of his loins.❈
❈Keep me forever, tell me you own me.❈
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✩The danger is, I'm dangerous.. I might just tear you apart✩
✩•You're my KILL of the night•✩
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❈Light of his life, fire of his loins.❈
❈Keep me forever, tell me you own me.❈
☆═━┈┈━═☆
✩The danger is, I'm dangerous.. I might just tear you apart✩
✩•You're my KILL of the night•✩
fc: 0276-2645-7442