Name:
Bradhadair

Age:
Three summers old

Gender:
Female

Pack:
Loner

Position:
Her Own

Description:
A simple word to describe Bradhadair is fire. Her pelt is red and changes in the sunlight to different colors of red. This is why her name is Bradhadair. She is a small wolf. She was the runt of the litter making her littler then most of the others just like her mother. When it is fall she can blend in with the leaves and making hunting slightly easier for her. Her small frame makes some things easier but at the same time it’s harder for her. She is challenged a lot because of her size but being small means she can move quickly. She has one scar. It’s on her right front leg. It was the one time she challenged her mother. Now she knew better then to challenge family.

Personality:
Bradhadair lives up to her name. Fire fairy. Her personality is that of fire, always changing and twisting, burning and lighting. Her pelt was like the color of fire too, everything about her is fiery and wild. She is at a young age but has experienced much. Her look is timid and cute, but when she opens are month her words are sharp and cunning, deceiving and taunting. She isn’t one to cross your path with, she is better at making enemies then friends, especially with females.
Her personality is just like her mother’s, Maghach. Though her pelt is different and she doesn’t have the scarring her mother does. Her mind isn’t what some would call evil, but she most defiantly is not good. She’s caused pain just like her mother, learning from the best. She knows what to do to get just her way, and would choose males over females any day. Plus males she could seduce in order to gain her way and reach what she wants to be. She might be young but she knows a lot.

History:
Bradhadair didn’t know her father, just a father figure. Her mother is Maghach, a dark and evil wolf that know many and hated more. The father figures she knew where just wolves her mother was using or had some entrust in at the time. None stayed for long and many overlapped thinking they had her mother to their selves. Bradhadair was born to a large litter; she had three brothers and two sisters. Also there was a stillborn but no one ever mentioned that. Her sister’s weren’t really like their mother. Each one had its small amount of evil and darkness but none had the extent of Maghach herself or of Bradhadair. Her brothers are male versions of her mother. She loved each one of them regarding then as perfect siblings.
Maghach raised them in a strict life style. Since they could walk they had to run, hunt and train. Every time they left the den two adults had to go with them. She was careful not to let any of these cubs slip through her paws. Maghach bonded strongly with Bradhadair. She made sure her training was the best and she would dominate over her sisters which was very easy even though she was smaller. She was after all the runt of the litter though her personality didn’t reflect that.
Maghach had taken a liking to Bradhadair. She often would take her out to hunt or train just the two of them. The bond between them was strong; it was the only female bond either of them had. The litter grew up together, learning and more. Bradhadair was promised the alpha female role, but she had other plans. Bradhadair didn’t want to sit around and wait for her mother to get old. So she left when she was two summers old. She left to find her own way and make a name for herself. Just like her mother did.

Accepted


On a note though. Please try to find a different color. This one is hard to see XD

Thanks,

~Niccy