Adia
Name: Adia

Age: 1/2 Winter

Gender: Female

Appearance: A large femme, towering above most wolves at 2'7", she would definitely stand out in a crowd. Her optics are a very pale yellow with the slightest hint of green hidden within them, when you stare into them you are very unlikely to be able to read her but recieve a blank, uncaring glare, warning you to try and figure her out. She has a very interesting pelt of browns, grays, blacks and whites which give a very interesting effect, especially around her face. The rims of her audits are brown, whereas the back is dark gray and the insides are white. She has a white muzzle and cream-white patches around her eyes. As you move down her back it is mainly grays and blacks, though the occasional brown patches are visible and her underbelly is pure white. Her chest is marked with slowly darkening grays before a solid black line between the gray and white. She is strangely unscarred and, for the most part, very beautiful. Beautiful except the way she moves. A quick and far from smooth lope in which their is a fierce hatred that noone can explain. Her muscles, well-toned and unseen when she is still, seem to push out of her body to show beneath her pelt in a dangerous show of strength.

Personality: This femme is, if anything, unpredictable. She spends most of her time running around with boundless energy and, apparently, no maturity at all. The truth is that she has the maturity, she just doesn't use it. She will, when she reaches one, but she sees no need to waste her pup-hood. She tends to start fights and arguments for no reason at all except she can and finds her own jokes terribly funny, though for those around they are probably terribly hurtful. Despite all this she is absorbing information all the time, learning when she seems to be paying no attention to anything but herself. When she is older she will be a great asset for whichever pack ended up with her as a pup with great knowledge on their pack, their relations with other packs and loners aswell as great hunting and fighting skills- even good spying skills. To become friends with her will probably take a lot of courage, based on what she is like with complete strangers, but if you dare to do it you will see that it is then she begins to respect who you are. She is, in fact, quite a friendly wolf and her desire for play will make her great in the eyes of younger pups for, with them, she will be neither too soft nor too rough, playing at a level they wish to. In that respect, she is very agreeable, but then again she is not always so agreeable. She has a thing for taking charge of situations, acting the leader with her seemingly inferior knowledge and that will probably get her into trouble. You choose your way with her and by doing so which side it is that you see.

Misaki
Name: Misaki

Age: 1/2 Winter

Gender: Male

Appearance: Unlike his sister Misaki is a small brute and that's not the only thing which makes him and his sister different. For starters his pelt is pure white and their is nothing remarkable to state about it, despite the fact it is pure and not a single hair is another colour. What does make him stand out though, if you get close enough to him to see, are his eyes for they must be the most splendid eyes in the world. If you look at him they seem almost pure black and shiny like a beetle but if you look closer you will see the subtle tones within them, dark blues and greens shining through. They do show emotion, just not as much as most wolves for he is not as defensive of his moods as his sister. His movement is soft and gentle, holding a certain elegance his sister never has and never will be able to achieve. Each step is with grace and dignity, and muscles ripple softly, beautifully beneath his pelt. If you were to watch him move you would smile for it is rare to see such movement. He is slightly scarred, though not much and the only scar visible lies across his right eye.

Personality: The more mature of the twins, Misaki is the one to approach if you want sense. He is good at giving friendly words and making those with great grief see that perhaps what happened was for the best. He is not clever, nor does he pretend to be but what little knowledge he has he uses to great advantage. His loyalty is great and is a good thing to gain, though that is not an easy thing to do for he is not the most trusting brute in the world. Why he doesn't trust people has never been quite clear but he will not let anything personal, even his name, slip without knowing he is safe first. He is a great hunter and loves using his skill for he find something relaxing within it. He is a very friendly wolf and easy to get on with. He wants a family and loves pups, he would make a very good father. He is often quiet, sitting on the edge of a group ather than delving in and he takes in what he can through watching silently and, in that respect, would be a good spy. He still has a playful streak in him, though it is nowhere near as pronounced as his sisters and so is often ignored, or not noticed. However, give him the chance and he will show you that puphood still shines in him, but that he has gained the correct level of maturity. He is also very good at remembering things and, though he will not hold a grudge, he will turn little things against you if you upset him or his sister who is the only wolf to have his loyalty at the present time.

History: There parents loved each other intensely and rarely parted from each others side. When they had belonged to a pack they never left each other for they shared their duties and after the war which killed that pack they stayed together apart from when hunting or other important things. A month before the pups were born, however, tragedy struck. Noone would understand how it happened, though their mother guessed he had been pushed, their father fell over a cliff to his death. This left their mother alone and in the harsh Winter food was scarce and so the food supply was not consistant, depending on the luck of the hunt.

This meant that, when the four pups were born, the flow of milk varied with how much food their mother had devoured and by the end of the first week only two survived. All their mothers effort was put into their survival until she died of exhaustion, leaving them alone. This was not good, but they had each other to rely on and basic training, but they were still little at four months old. They survived on what they could find and what they caught, though such occurances were rare. The contact they had with others was not always good and it was Misaki who always jumped to protect the pair. On one such occasion his usually calm temper had frayed so much that he had been led to kill. It shook him badly and he has resolved that murder, even to protect those that you love, is a heavy burden. The two always travelled through the night, their paws silently gliding cross the ground, after that and so seeing wolves became rare. They are here now, six months old and ready to face whatever they must. To do this they have once again started to travel by day and as they enter the lands only one question remains unanswered- where will they go? The answer to that question will show itself in time.