Name: Taraquin (Tar-ah-quin)
Age: 4 ½ winters
Gender: Female
Pack: Loner
Position:

Appearance: Soft fur like silk dances in the wind as Taraquin skillfully makes her way through the forest. Its hue is like no other; unnatural some say for it is an ever-changing mix of two colors. The undercoat is a soft ivory as white as snow. The topcoat a deep burgundy brown or red as some might call it, almost like flames. Some white bursts through the dark brown starting at the very tip of her nose and stopping right between her eyes. Her left front paw is dipped in white like it had been bleached and her right audit is also completely white. Taraquin’s pelt color is definitely one of a kind. But then so is her build. She is a small femora, littler than every one of her friends. She is shorter than an average female wolf and very skinny. Taraquin’s paws are too large for her fragile body but she has learned to manage them well. Despite her awkward size Taraquin is a very fast wolf. She holds herself loosely and freely so running is not a problem. She has a soft light voice like a mother wolf cooing to her puppies. Taraquin sounds like an angel but looks nothing like one. She actually looks more like an imaginary animal from a fairy tale crossed with a fox. Eyes are probably the only plain thing about Taraquin. They are both a deep brown darker than her pelt. Small flecks of chestnut linger in their depths but not much else. Taraquin’s looks actually set off her personality. The light ivory bursting through the brownish-red in places signifies her will to become kind and helping. Her strange form showing she cares not about looks but more about the heart that is on the inside. Most would find her an ugly wolf for her differences but there are a few who can see her true beauty. She is a lovely wolf though she looks completely out of the ordinary. Her graceful curves and gentle movements like a ballerina dancing to swan lake. Her soft and gentle run making her long pelt blow gently. A treasure that is a unique one of a kind jewel.

Personality: Taraquin is basically stuck between a rock and a hard place. Forever trying to figure out what path o take. Almost like a boulder teetering on the edge of a cliff. Her uncertainty caused by a past splotched by kindness and cruelty. SO I suppose she is classified as neutral. Taraquin is a very nervous female, unsure of anything she does. She is very shy and hardly ever speaks to any one. Left without any friends she looks for a family and wants to have a family and a job to look forward to more than anything. Taraquin works to please and hates to displease her alpha. Not power hungry like most Taraquin often finds herself in a high rank she cannot handle. She prefers to stay on the low key because of her nervousness but a little training and a push or a shove could do a great deal for her. Taraquin likes to make up poems and quietly chat with a friend. Watching birds and singing are also hobbies of hers she enjoys. She is not into brutes that much but she does occasionally spot one she likes though she never says a word for fear of being rejected or shunned. Though small and weak looking when angered Taraquin is a very good fighter. She is a little dim and does not catch on right away but she can usually figure things out. Taraquin hates it when someone messes with her to a point of physical violence and can snap bones. She does not get frustrated easily but as I have said nervous is her middle name. Slowly she is beginning to build up confidence but it takes a little to get her going. Taraquin loves sports and games though she never gets the chance to play them. She is the outcast, the forgotten one that everybody picks on. She has never been taught to defend herself and lets people tease her until it gets to the hurting point. There is one more thing that gets Taraquin’s blood heated up, family. If some one mentions her family in a bad way Taraquin gets angry, very very angry. Sweet and shy like an angel most of the time but mean and cruel like the devil when angered Taraquin is a lost soul willing to do anything for love.

History: Taraquin was born into a family of five. Her mother Haylin, her father Meriaku, and her twin brothers Perriu and Julian. Her mother and father were very good to each of them never mistreating either of them. Haylin was betan and Meriaku beta wolf in the great Hirion pack. They were respected by many and each of their pups got treated with much kindness and respect. But one day a rouge female entered the pack lands asking for acceptance. From the start Haylin and Meriaku did not like her. Just the way the white and grey female glared at each kind thing in their pack lands made them shiver. But the alpha did not listen. And the female was accepted.
Taraquin and her brothers were warned to stay away from the female. And for good cause too. Eventually that one female led to a bloody war and betrayed their pack. Taraquin was shocked at the sudden change in each wolf no one trusted any one and slowly their pack began to fall apart attacking any wolf that looked at them funny. Taraquin began to wonder if she too should behave this way. At the stroke of dawn one September evening the pack was at war and the little female puppy hid shaking like a leaf behind a bush when suddenly she found a rope around her neck. Turning around an Indian faced her. And the young pup was dragged away from her parents never to see them again.
The Indian village was strange to her. Each person greeted her with warmth though the pup trusted no one. After the experience with her pack she could never accept any one as her friend. As the rope tugged Taraquin reluctantly followed it to a small leather hut. She was picked up by the man and she squirmed uncomfortably. The man laughed showing wrinkles on his tanned and weathered face. The old shaman mumbled some words and tickled Taraquin under her soft downy chin. She shook and grabbed her head away in fear. Setting her down the old man left the hut shutting the flap and trapping her in.
Taraquin looked around at the inside of the tent a little bit of daylight shining through the top. Then her eyes rested on a black form. Suddenly it moved. She jumped in surprise as it stood and looked at her revealing an elderly wolf. Hello young pup. I am Shingo. How are you? His scarred face smiled as he spoke. There was a blue ring of paint around his eye and Taraquin eyed him suspiciously. I’m Taraquin. How do I get out of here? She replied not answering his question. The old wolf nodded to her. Ah, if you wish to go and face the world alone my master will let you go free I am sure. He rose and limped over to the door. Leaning against the flap Shingo held the door open. When the pup begun to step over he threshold Shingo spoke. I must warn you, the wild is full of many dangers and hardships you ought not to face at such a young age. Heed my warning child, out there, trust no one but love every one. Before Taraquin could question him any further the door flapped shut behind her and she was on her way without a place to go.
Hunting proved a great challenge for the pup had hardly any experience in the field. But she soon was able to catch rodents and rabbits with ease. She grew into a lovely but odd-looking female of two years old. In the two years she wandered vast plains and had one bad encounter with a moose she hoped never to get herself into again. She learned fast but was still as nervous as the day she left her parents. She was walking hastily one day trying to find shelter from an oncoming storm when a band of wolfs came out of the shadows. They laughed meanly and began taunting her. There were three of them and only one of her. They pushed and shoved her to the point of tears. She sat crying like a baby unable to defend herself when something came out of a tree. It was a bobcat! Every one jumped in alarm.
Leave her alone you bullies! The cat roared. That sent the three wolfs running. What is a whimp like you doing out here hon? Don’t let no one treat ya like that. Take it from me. The cat said stalking off. Thanks! Taraquin called after her but the cat continued on as if nothing had happened. Taraquin was puzzled by the wilderness no doubt but she just kept on moving on. She went on like this for many more years uncertain of her future. But she became accustom to wandering. Other wolfs were scare until she came upon a clearing on the outskirts of a pack lands. She proceeded into it hoping her home would be hidden within its depths.




((Please notify me if I have done anythign wrong! I will be glad to fix it! And just to let you know Tara is not burgendy. SHe just looks burgendy because of the dark brown and reddish brown fur.))

everything appears alright to me So, you are ACCEPTED!!! but please use a brighter color next time, I find it hard to read it without highlighting XD.