Post by lojack1 on Mar 9, 2009 1:45:10 GMT -5
Full Name: Vajra
Nickname: None.
Breed: Timber Wolf
Height: 19 inches at shoulder.
Gender: Female
Appearance: The lass is indeed very small, tiny in fact. Her dark coat makes her hard to glimpse in shadow. Being so small has gotten her through many tough times, though she does not like it much. Its hard to fight when you weigh a third of what the other does. Her dark eyes are an odd shade of gray, almost making her look blind. But be assured, she has the sight of a hawk. Scars tatter her tiny bodice, covering her legs, though since grown over with dark fur. They are the story of her life.
Age: 2 years
Personality: Vajra is not nice. She does not like company, and likes less crowds. Being in sunny places causes her to feel depressed. She raised herself, and does not know what socializing means, let alone how to do it. Her mind has one direction, and that is tuned to; survive. No matter what you have to do, simply survive.
History: Parents brutally murdered at the age of three months, Vajra had to raise herself out in the wild. She didn't meet another lupus until her first year had come and gone. The fight was a grand one, ending with her first real kill. It was a surprize, knowing that her kind got bigger than she did. She began wandering around more after that, keeping a steady pace. Life for her has always been a tough story, and it again took a turn for the worst. Not three months previous she was taken in and given in to the slavery ranks. This is the first time in her life when she has known what fear means.
Picture:
Slave
Nickname: None.
Breed: Timber Wolf
Height: 19 inches at shoulder.
Gender: Female
Appearance: The lass is indeed very small, tiny in fact. Her dark coat makes her hard to glimpse in shadow. Being so small has gotten her through many tough times, though she does not like it much. Its hard to fight when you weigh a third of what the other does. Her dark eyes are an odd shade of gray, almost making her look blind. But be assured, she has the sight of a hawk. Scars tatter her tiny bodice, covering her legs, though since grown over with dark fur. They are the story of her life.
Age: 2 years
Personality: Vajra is not nice. She does not like company, and likes less crowds. Being in sunny places causes her to feel depressed. She raised herself, and does not know what socializing means, let alone how to do it. Her mind has one direction, and that is tuned to; survive. No matter what you have to do, simply survive.
History: Parents brutally murdered at the age of three months, Vajra had to raise herself out in the wild. She didn't meet another lupus until her first year had come and gone. The fight was a grand one, ending with her first real kill. It was a surprize, knowing that her kind got bigger than she did. She began wandering around more after that, keeping a steady pace. Life for her has always been a tough story, and it again took a turn for the worst. Not three months previous she was taken in and given in to the slavery ranks. This is the first time in her life when she has known what fear means.
Picture:
Slave
