Name: Chaya Helsing

Age: Two Years

Gender: Female

Appearance: Chaya comes from a rare line of wolves that rein from the east blood lines. She is what you could say a crossbreed. She is full wolf of course but her mother and father were both very diffrent species. Her father being a North Timber, and her mother a East Red. This would explain from her fathers lines in the family her long body, thick, coat and well build skelital structure. Though her mother through in very strange colors in to her thick coat, she is a soft tan red color that covers her whole body. Gray runs through the tan colors on top of her long ears. Tints of white cover her chest, legs and her tail. She is a rather beautiful she-wolf and she has no problem accepting the favor of others though she tends to not care much about apperance. She carrieds bright blue eyes that have a odd outlining of black around the color of her eye and on her jaw line the tan turns to a very strong sharp red

Personality: Chaya was known as a pup as the silent one, she lived in a box, her mind was never creative like so many others, she was not a playful pup but a silent shadow in the pack. Yet as Chaya began to grow her personality did aswell. Her strenght began to grow making her more confident and as her body final began to become even she was a very beautiful she-wolf. Chaya, is known for her sharp tounge and her wits. She is fast to condem and slow to forgive another. She gets along well with elderly wolves for she is not one that takes foolishness kindly. She is not at all a playful wolf but it has been known to be drawn out of her at times. Chaya's heart is a big one though, and even though she hides it behind a brick wall she is a loving and caring she-wolf she is always willing to give a helpful push or a kind word to get you going again. Though she does not like commitement and she is a free spirit that hates to be chained or labeled as anything in her life.

History:

"Why would you want to keep a useless pup alive!"
"Do you have no heart, she is only two days old, give her chance."
"That is why you will never become anything, your to weak."
At such a young age screams racked her brain, she was born in hell she would later tell you. She was the third pup to a dead litter. She was dieing herself but the soft spirit of her mother would never let her just give up. The first day was painful the second unbarable. "She does not matter, she does not feel!"
"How can you say that, she lives and breaths."
The screams of her mother bounced off the cave walls as the she-wolf was brutally beaten for the life of her young pup, she knew not why her mother would die for her, she was nothing, she was useless. The warm breath of a unknown mouth made her soft skin shiver. As the dripping fangs closed over the young pups neck her small legs curled up in to her stomac. This would be her last day in her mothers presence. Her mother lay a heap in the corner her once beautiful white and red coat stained with the markings of death and pain. Screaming out for her mother as the wolf she would learn to be father carried her out in to the summers night. Walking silently with the crying pup in his jaws he felt no pain no guilt. Watching as the limp body was thrown in to the cold river water a smirked crossed his muzzle as the pups screams were drowned out by water. The fight had lasted a long time, the water had almost won if it had not been for the young pups fight for survial.

She had snagged on floating log and had made her way out of the water. The pup had grown and soon turned in to a young she-wolf, her life had never been easy and she had to survive since her first breath. She found a pack and lived there for a few months until she final was accepted and approved of, though because it seemed the gods spited Chaya, the beta female drove her from the pack because her mate had taken a eye to the young and strong she-wolf. Chaya was torn once again from what she knew and she was lowered to the status of a loner and a misfit, traveling she came from land to land, though no pack would accept her for she was odd and diffrent.

Shipshape and good to go!

-ACCEPTED!-