Name:Zarya (Sunrise)

Age: 5 months

Gender: Femme

Appearance: Beautiful with all her imperfections, Zarya stood a litle lower than her siblings as the runt of the litter from the very beginning, but still a decent sized pup. Her shiny gold fur reflects the sun, and a long tail often swishes with an acoompanying growl of impatience. She proudly bears her father's brave face he himself was the wolf, and her mother a large half-breed, dog/wolf), although femminized to look a bit softer. Large emerald eyes with long lashes dominate her serene face. And yet tapering sharp ears flicker in annoyance with anyone who calls her "cute." Her light gait is a bit less lupish than some, tiny paws almost touching when she bounds off with excitement. And yet she is flawed, but beautifully so. Her fur is just flecked with an equally dazzling silver sheen, splattered unevenly and flecked across her fur. Her eyes are also imperfect, tiny chips of gold just visible. But she sees no beauty in herself. Beauty to her is more compex than that.

Personality: Zarya... the sun rises when she awakes on a peaceful morning. But if there ever was a tomboy, it was her. Hunting would be her main talent as she gets older, and the joy it brings her is greater than anything. She runs ahead of the Morishi, her birth-group from the mountains, trying to snag all that cross he path with tooth and claw. Incredible catlike agility keeps her going, and she rarely misses her mark. But some pleasures are simpler than that. Fall is her favorite season, when her fierce loyalty is much needed, and leaves spin down from their trees, just begging to be caught. If you were so bold to approach her and ask, she would state without pausing, "Beauty to me is the smell of the hills when the sun rises and sets just on the other side. Beauty to me is the sun dancing over the trees, casting their glow just faintly over the horizon. Beauty to me is the grass and trees and creatures that roam the earth." To those whom she loves however, she might whisper ever so softly in her rich, light voice, "Beauty to me is your eyes in mine."

History: Zarya... to her father, the name may or may not ring a bell. Born to a pack in the mountains that is now dead, she is young and unexperienced. But Faia may not remember his daughter. Most likely, he believes her dead.

When Faia came to the mountain pack, it was for power. He took a mate, and became leader, enforcing law with his kind heart, but also with harshness. And then came that day...

Just after their pups were born, Faia learned of the origin of his new family. The ingrates were half breeds! Mutts! None of them, NONE, were pure wolves! His fury made him mad. Sick and deranged, the new father attacked. His mate was the first to go. Charging into the nursery, madness in his eyes, he attacked. But the nurse was nearby, adminstering herbs to the new mother. She snatched up young Zarya, and carried her off in hopes to protect just one pup. And that was why Faia thought all of them dead. The nurse, who was a past mother herself, managed to get her body to produce milk, and raised Zarya alone in the mountains. She was to be kind, fiercly loyal, and loving. And most of all, to learn nothing of the father that killed her mother, siblings, and other pack members.

Zarya lived like this with Daisy for several months, until Daisy slipped off of the edge of a cliff, and fell to her death. Poor Zarya, agile and quick, rushed to her side. And the nurse's last words were broken and coarse, but still understandable...

"Faia... dont kill them. I'm sorry.. I'm sorry... you cant kill them! I took Zarya away from your grasp, but you would have killed her too... Faia, you were their father... I had to protect... Zarya..." as the look of pain and horror faded from the old femme's eyes, Zarya stepped back with shock. Faia.. this wolf was her father? But then.. Daisy had no mate. The fae was not her mother! A horror struck and despairing pup fled from the mountains that day, young and furious. Furious at Daisy for lying, furious at Faia for killing her mother, furious at her great, great, great grandfather for mating with a house pet, and furious that she was so furious at the world.

But the pain faded away quickly, and now Zarya feels no heart-tugging agony like before. The memories of a pup slide away with time. She had a new family, far away that she had no knowledge of. Her father, Faia, now 3 years old, and her aunt, the sweeter one, Akina, at age 1, by the same mother and father as Faia, but as different as day from night.

I see no problems. :)

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