Name: Gypsy Dreams AKA Gypsy

Gender: Female

Age: Four springs

Appearance: A porcelain figurine of lucid divinity, flawlessly sculpted into a wild perfection of ethereal beauty, every movement immersed in liquid grace.
Rebellious fortitude etched into every feature of the entrancing creature,
hostile enmity hidden within her gleaming eyes. Primed to reveal itself to
whomever might be adequately ill-fated to liberate her scathingly mocking
tongue, or, worse yet, her sadistic temper. Indeed, the aggressive
creature be of the dark alliance, despite her enticing attire.
Conditioned muscles ripple beneath moon-washed satins, the vanilla and coffee pigment melting into a black licorice tint as it touched slender appendages. Movements were slow and steady, rather rhythmic, and paws beat the soft surface below with adequate pattern.
Heart pounding furiously, pumping the blood of a Gray Wolf through each of her vital organs. Strides elegant and elongated, she moved with pure grace, and everything seemed in balance. Muscles worked effortlessly as she moved forward, a soft breeze rustling through her thick pelt. Narrow skull lowers just slightly, leveling with her shoulders as she continued to weave through the shadows.

Personality: Rebellious fortitude etched into every feature, hostile enmity hidden within her gleam eyes. Primed to reveal itself to whomever might be adequately ill-fated to liberate her scathingly mocking tongue, or, worse yet, her sadistic temper. Rejected; an outcast by misfortune and fate, although prior experiences haven’t exactly made her prone to kindness, and therefore ‘discarded’. A hauntingly painful past causing her to wrench away from any of those whom she found herself becoming close to…for their sake. Often times she was snap bitterly, snarling at whomever crossed her path. She never had respected the alphas of the pack considering they had always pranced about like their sh*t didn't stink. Scoffing them, she would mock them, which also caused most of the exiles. Of course, she hadn't cared, she never cared. She needed no one, yet everyone seemed to need her.

History: All she could possibly remember during her early years was the horrible memories of her child hood. She remember first opening her eyes, and, sadly, noticing three of her siblings dead, their rotting corpses being eaten by maggots. Secondly, she noticed her mother, how her eyes were sunken in, and her fur clumped and unhealthy. How her ribs protruded from her pelt. She couldn’t understand what was wrong, why her brothers and sisters lay upon the cold earth, unmoving, there eyes open and blank. She couldn’t understand why her mother looked the way she did. And lastly, she couldn’t understand why her father had just left them to fend for themselves.

Her mother had tried everything to comfort her, to feed her and to take care of her. Gypsy could tell that her mother was ill with one of nature’s deadly diseases. Day by day she watched as her mother grew even sicker, her sibling’s bodies decompose and seemingly melt into the ground. Then, one day, it finally happened. Her mother was gone, her body cold and still. Of course Gypsy cried for days, unmoving from the spot where she was raised. She learned to fend for herself and to hunt for herself.
One day, when she was lying just outside the den she had created, an odd male came crawling into her domain. She growled, snarling, demanding that he leave; yet, he didn’t.

“Please Gyp…” he growled, as he collapsed. Gypsy stopped snarling, finally knowing who this intruder was.
“GET OUT OF HERE!” she screamed, leaping to her paws. She jumped closer, her hazel eyes gleaming as she stared at the sickly wolf. “NOW!”
“Please…I am sick…I have no one…” he pleaded his voice weak. Gypsy’s nose wrinkled as she growled, her hackles rising in anger.
“OH RIGHT! LIKE MOTHER…SHE HAD NO ONE. She had NO ONE there to take care of her. LIKE MY SIBLINGS had no one there to care for them either. They died…because of you! Mother died…BECAUSE OF YOU!” She snarled, her teeth bore. She couldn’t control herself any longer. She leaped, her canines sinking into his neck, taking his life. With her teeth stained with her father’s blood, she released. She stared cold heartedly as her father lay in a pool of warm blood. Growling she turned, running into the night. She ran and ran, her heart pounding. She had no clue where she was going, or where she would end up.

If you could please add about 5 sentences to both Personality and Appearance. Other than that, this applications looks good ^.^ Fix it up and I'll come back XD

~Niccy

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-EightBall