Name: Breeyla (Bree-la) –the a sounds like a u-
Age: 2 winters
Gender: Femme
Pack: Loner
Position: Rouge
Appearance: Breeyla takes much after her mother. Her pelt is silky and blends in with her in forests mostly, but only when there is dirt on the ground. It is mostly made up of black, brown, tan, smoky white and pure white. Next are her beautiful eyes. They are a pure emerald, though a little lighter than most. They look like the grass in a healthy field. Now she has a little built from traveling from far away lands. She doesn’t have many scars, but only a few little ones here and there. She is about medium sized, but is a little taller than others. Her fangs are ivory with patches of red stains on some teeth for she has fought many times. Her voice sounds like poison, sour to the touch. Her face is smooth as silk and feels soft aswell. Now you see how she looks, but what is she like personality wise?
Personality: Now, what can you say about the Amarth? They have pride, power and lust for many things. You can say Breeyla is just like them. She has always wanted power over others, and she would do anything to get it. She befriends many and is very loyal until she is at the rank where she can destroy the leader and gets the rank she desires. She can gain many wolves’ trust, for she can hide everything that she plans on doing. Her eyes conceal everything from her thoughts to her feelings. Now she is very cruel, which she gets from her father. She fights to the death most of the time and mostly wins. She has only lost once, and it wasn’t a “real” battle. So kind, you better watch out for her. Breeyla is also very smart and is a well-trained fighter and hunter. She mostly has the "wits" instead of the strength, but she is a heck of a fighter. Many want her in their pack, and she usually gets top spot, but her lust for blood kills most or scares off the rest of the pack. She is a good leader until her mind gets to her. Now she has learned to control it ever since she has been on her own. Now she is here, and is after her family, well, kind family. You know how she acts, but do you know her past?
History: Come around all and listen to this twisted past of a twisted femme. It is a story about love, power, hatred, and family. This wolf has lived a short life so far. So much is ahead. This is just a short story of her past. Well, maybe short. So, here is the life story of Breeyla’s past. Have fun reading it!
It all started on a winter morning on the tundra. It was cloudy with a mix of snowy white stratus clouds to dark nimbostratus clouds. A timber wolf howled a song of pain and sorry as she gave birth. ”I can’t take this!” she yelled at her mate, Ghost. Finally, the pup was lying on the ground crying. The mother, Syria, licked her pup clean and named her Breeyla. Ghost smiled at his daughter and licked her once.
”I wish my sister was here,” he said softly, though a hint of cruelness was in it. Funny how Ghost is Snow Star’s sibling. After he had escaped with Snow Star, he took a different path and met Syria and instantly loved her. Though Snow Star was the Guardian of the Skah when he met Syria. They mated and had Breeyla when she was Betan. Anyway, it was a wonderful and painful day for them. They had no pack support for they were loners. Sad isn’t it?
A year later her mother died from a bear attack. Without his mate, Ghost became cruel at heart and taught his daughter and Breeyla brother, Majaro, the ways of life without really showing his black heart. He was slightly younger than his sister was, but had a little more built and a pitch-black pelt with screeching gold orbs like Ghost. They learned to hunt, kill, defend themselves and learned how to take over a pack with their bare fangs. Ghost taught them much they needed to know, and she was grateful for that. Though there was the one-day Breeyla hated the most.
It was a dark day. The sun even hid from his wrath. Breeyla, her brother and father were sleeping in a cozy den in the neutral lands. It was only a few months after her mother died. As she awoke, she stretched and had a bright smile pasted to her slim maw. Back then she was kind and pure. Anyway, her brother was awake as well. Her father was out of the den and he didn't look the same as she saw him. "Dad, what is wrong?" she tilted her crania as he growled.
"Shut your trap!" he snapped and came forward. Breeyla lowered her auds, though with her courage and lessons, she stood up to him. Auds raised and she acted as if she was an Alphess. A sneer came across her face. She isn't the type with the strength but more of the wits. She will fight because it is a talent for her. She let out a growl. She was taking after her father. "How dare you stand up to me in such a manner," he started to get closer and closer until Breeyla had to react. She swung to her left, aiming for his tassel. She hit her mark and tugged with a tight grip. Ghost turned his head and tried to snap at her maw. She let go and jumped back out of the dens.
"Ta-ta," she cruelly laughed at his fighting skills. He snarled and ran after her, catching up and trying to snap his jaws into her side. Ghost lunged and left a long cut on her right. She snarled back and just kept running. She decided to go after one of the only things that could keep him from suicide. She is after his sister, Snow Star. Her aunt will pay for his mistakes, no matter the cost. We could say it is a mini-Luna with a little more wit.
Now her heart has gone black, and she will get any family member that is kind. She travels looking for a pack, and she wished to join one in these lands. Her green orbs look around, proud that she left those loner lands on that horrible day. She doesn’t take any crap from anyone and is only respectful when she gets what she wants, and when she wants it. Here comes Bree. She is a Stalker.
Add a little more to your appearence and please run through and double check grammar and spelling (I saw a "mat" instead of "mate"). Also, it might be nice if you describe how the father went against his offspring...what happened? Let me know when you want me to take another look. Thanks!
So sorry! I usually get into real details in history, but I was in a hurry lol XD Sorry for Grammer. I did type it in word though, but mat is a word XD lol. It has been edited and ready to be looked at once more!
~Jessicachu