Name:Punk
Age: 2 1/2 years old.
Gender: Female
Pack: Loner
Position:
Appearance: Normally bored eyes, razor sharp claws, weak teeth and strong bite. A thick coat, with a couple differnent colors blended in. But strong legs that carry her far. She's kinda small, a slim frame. (However its hard to see, because of her thick coat.) She a very quick wolf mentally, and physically. She has a quick stelthy gait. a very light foot, (walks quietly). Even past her mean look when you look deep you always see guilt in shame in her deep brown eyes.
Personality: Suprisingly she is a very sly caniving wolf. Her bratt attitude and appathetic ways, are just her being her. Howver she is very very intellgent. She is pretty trashy though. She often switches randomly with sexual parterns. A side from her bratt ways, most males find her very attractive. she will never grow up or "face reality" She is who she is and she wont change her ways. It if it was a phase it would've stopped years ago. She isn't open at all to other wolves. And has a super hard time to trust wolves or get close.
History: Her life was pretty good, great responsible parents until a wild fire took her fathers life. Her mother went insane, she constantly beat upon her, and her 6 brothers. She wouldn't feed them, and found amusing "games" to play every day. Were ether it was chewing on the pups or swinging them around like a hunted field mouse. Once Punk had had enough, she had sucked her brothers' blood to live. As her mother clawed at the back of her third brother. She made a run for it, hearing the steps on the leaves, her mother stopped what she was doing and took off after her, realizing there was no way she could out run her mother, she hid under the leaves. She heard her mother run past her, she wiggled out of the leaves and ran, to jump into the water, as she was jumping into the river, her mother snapped to grab her, but missed, with nothing more but a few hairs off her neck, ever since she has lived alone mainly in the cities. EAting off house pets, and trash, but once animal control got a hold of her, they realsed her out hear thus her mean behavior, and her arrival here.
You need to try and have about 10 good sentances for personality and appearance please! A little more on History would be good too =)
~Katie
Name:Punk
Age: 2 1/2 years old.
Gender: Female
Pack: Loner
Position:
Appearance: Deep, deep brown eyes, hide her shame and guilt. She manages to mask over her hidden feelings with cruelty and boredom. She has a small but beautiful frame. However you would never know that looking at her today. Fore, like all wolves, as the season gets colder, she gets her winter coat. So her normally think and bushy coat, twice it's size. In her coat, you will find a blend of many different colors. Grey, copper, white, black. Almost like a calico cat. Her gait is very light footed and quick, she is a very capable hunter, although, (on the account of her being a loner) she finds she can only take down the smaller prey. Her teeth arn't the sharpest, however, she does have a death like bite, thanks to her freaky strong jaws. When she gets a hold of something she sticks on like a starving tick. Her claws, though. are seriously sharp, , but she does know how to control them. When she plays. it is similar to a fight, so make sure you know her intentious before you break out the fangs.
Personality: Her trust in wolves has diminshed over the years. The only close friend she has ever had was a town dog, husky, in some northern city. She loves to tease and fight, in finds a very large intrest in the opposite sex. (Most wolves refer to her as trashy) She is very appathetic when it comes to most things. Very few things bring a spark into her eye, unless it's a dying duck or something. She is a very picky eater since she spent 2 years in the city, dinning on left over lasagna behind some french restaraunt. As well as the occasional out-door cat. So now when she hunts down , ah lets say a rabbit, she will find a way to skin it, (there is more than one way to skin an anaimal , ha! take that humans!) then eat the flesh and meat around the bones, (but she doesnt like the organs)then simply throw the rest away for some coyote to pick off or something. Sometimes, if she feels entergetic, she will crouch behind a bush close to her left overs. Waiting and watching for a coyote or young wolf to come by and eat the left overs. Then once they have started to eat she will spring out of the bush and chase the coyote and till she has caught it once she has, she finds it fun to beat upon the other animal until it can just hardly run. (with a bloody trail behind it : P) Then she simplay walks away.
History: Her life was pretty good, great responsible parents until a wild fire took her fathers life. Her mother went insane, she constantly beat upon her, and her 6 brothers. She wouldn't feed them, and found amusing "games" to play every day. Were ether it was chewing on the pups or swinging them around like a hunted field mouse. Once Punk had had enough, she had sucked her brothers' blood to live. As her mother clawed at the back of her third brother. She made a run for it, hearing the steps on the leaves, her mother stopped what she was doing and took off after her, realizing there was no way she could out run her mother, she hid under the leaves. She heard her mother run past her, she wiggled out of the leaves and ran, to jump into the water, as she was jumping into the river, her mother snapped to grab her, but missed, with nothing more but a few hairs off her neck, ever since she has lived alone mainly in a city. There she made friends with a husky, but once while they were playing, the owner thought they were fighting and the rushed out with a broom and beat the her silly, she kicked at her and screamed until she got a hold of her neck and threw her. Punk didn't ever come back after the instance, she would've fought back, but she knew she was already in trouble. Also tha someone was going to be coming after her. Later that night she didn't eat, instead she found a dark place behind a trash can and cuddled up and tried to sleep but couldn't out of fear. The next morning she fled town, just missing a bullet shot. Then woosh! a net came down upon her and threw her in a dark truck, she snarled and growled.lips curling, the fur on her back sticking straight u and she started to fight the net strugling so hard to get free, but she couldnt. the humans had got smart, and twisted it at the top. she sensed other dogs around her. They tried to sniff her, and play with her, but she was not in the mood, she broke out again in a fight but this time in intention to get a hold of the other dogs, they all backed off, but she continued to snarl. When the truck stopped, a man got a hold of the top of the net just out of her reach, she could see some other people standing around, one had a gun. Another had a cage, were she sensed another wolf. They couldnt find a way to just get her out of the net.so they untwisted it. amd just sorta flung her out onto the ground, she imediately took off. After a couple hours of running she ended up here and the rest of her history now belongs here.