Name: Siran Nicole

Age: Two Summer

Gender: Female

Appearance: Siran is always a wolf that you would never see filthy. To start with, her pelt is a bright ivory, with only slightly large patches of a dirt brown scattered near her hind legs. Next is her distinctive eyes, the first thing wolves notice about her, as been told. They are a deep emerald, like the lush grass in a healthy pasture, maybe even darker. Her figure is quite slim from all of the traveling she has done. She has very little built, since she really hasn’t fought anyone. Her paws are fairly small, showing she probably won’t grow anymore. Her teeth are fairly white, since being on her own, she only ate small woodland creatures. Being a high-maintenance wolf, you can her outer appeal means a lot to her. She’s never really cared about anything else since being a loner, so beauty was the only thing she had left.

Personality: Siran has a heart of pure gold, and most wolves can tell from appearance. From being by herself, though, she has learned to keep emotions hidden, so she can be very straightforward if she wants without cracking up. Being a loner for half a year has also taught Siran how to be sly, slick, and the knowledge to know what to avoid. You could say, she knows a lot about life, but still has much to learn. Siran is also a good peacekeeper, so she can end some disputes. This leads her to being a very good debater. Siran fights for what she stands for, and she won’t back down. The only flaw about her is that most of the time, she thinks she is right. The only time she wouldn’t would be if you had a logical reason to be right, or you’re an Alpha Or Alphess. Other than that, she is very loyal and is very trustworthy, and a very good hunter. As most could say, she wears her heart on her sleeve.

History: It all began one summer afternoon in a peaceful forest. Birds chirped their song of life, but quickly ended by a horrifying shriek that seemed to last forever. Nearby, a white femme raised her head as she felt the pain of bring a life into the world. She took fast breaths, with long shrieks in between. Lola was her name, and her mate, standing strong beside her giving his ever loving support, was Markus. “Are you ok?” he asked wearily, his light, icy blue eyes starting into the deep emerald of Lola’s. Other times, she would’ve smiled, but she only let out a piercing growl. Markus nodded to her aggressive reply and sat on the soft grass.

Markus and Lola were the Betas for their pack, which was dubbed “Heartfelt” The name clearly names most of what they stand for; love, hope, and peace. Unfortunately, they were about to go to war with their rival pack, which has been called “Ashlen.” Markus was the main leader of most of the fighters, and Lola was the head maiden. They both had very important jobs to fulfill, and they both knew they had to do them even if they had a bundle of pups. As soon as he took one glance away, Lola slithered words out between breaths.

“It’s coming!”

He quickly turned his cranium and there he watched his mate cleaning off the single white pup. He smiled, grateful it was only one. “She’s beautiful” he whispered behind his wide smile. “You can name her.”

“Siran” Lola whispered. Sadly, she was very weak and she just couldn’t handle it. She closed her eyes and laid there. Markus was devastated, but there was nothing he could do. He howled solemnly, and now he had to raise little Siran on his own.

As months passed, the Heartfelt pack one the war against the Ashlen pack. Life seemed good. Markus taught Siran about all the factors of life, but especially trained her in kindness and hunting (since he was the leader, he thought his daughter should learn as well). Though Siran would find out her life would change very soon.

When Siran was about 1½, her pack received a surprise attack from their enemy pack, the Ashlens. It started on a cool morning. Siran and her father woke up fairly early. “How are you, darling?” he asked as he nuzzled Siran.

“Fine.” she said quickly, stepping out of their haven. “I smell something unfamiliar,” she growled softly. She looked back at Markus, who followed out with a concerned look concreted on his face.

“I smell it too.” he started to look around worriedly. Surely the Ashlen Pack would have gave up by now. He started to howl as he caught glance of an eye looking straight at him. As soon as he ended it, wolves started pouring out from the woods. “Run, Siran!” he shouted as wolves from the havens came running out to aid Markus.

“But Dad--”

“GO!” he yelled again. “It isn’t safe here anymore. You know enough to live on your own. If I survive, I will come & find you.” he took a breath and finally said “I Love You.”

“I love you too, dad,” She said through tears that had already started running down her cheeks. She turned and ran in the opposite direction, away from the horror, the pain, and everything she loved.

Siran now travels alone, searching for a place to call home, and searching for her dad. Hopefully, her life will turn out better this time around. After all, good guys always finish first, she is defiantly a golden heart.

((I know the history isn't the best. I was just rushing so it could get accepted sooner XD))

I like the history :)

Accepted!