Post by Donkey on Jul 2, 2009 19:16:46 GMT -5
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E U D O X I A
Name;; Eudoxia
Age;; 4 years
Gender;; female
Breed;; Arctic wolf
Appearance;; (At least a paragraph include coat color, eye color, body build, scars, markings, etc.)
Physical Strength;;
Physical Weakness;; (at least 1)
Personality;; Her mind is unstable and she has mixed feelings about everyone. She avoids males most of the time and isn't very social since she was mostly anti social after leaving the pack she was born into. Asking her to watch pups would cause her to be very unsure and she might freak out even over the sight of a pup at this time. Other females tend to depress her often as they are just a painful reminder that many others have lived good lives and also remaind her of her sisters. Having a grand life or having it ripped away by a brute of a wolf who only wants blood.
Eudoxia is the one who stands in the shadows waiting even though she doesn't blend in at all with her white fur. To all other wolfs she meets, at first glance she is submissive, but when they do meet, she grows bold and will speak her mind, acting more out of character for her. She will be more of a dominant female with time, but for right now she is just a plain scardy cat who cowers form most things and avoids others. Male wolfs must take their time when speaking with her or if they rush things, then she will go for their throat and then high tail it away as she had done with her father.
Likes;; (5 at least)
Dislikes;; (5 at least)
Fears;; (at least 1)
Parents;;
Siblings;;
History;; Eudoxia was born to a litter of three with two sisters. She grew up in the pack under her mother's careful gaze. Since her mother was of lower rank than the other mother in the pack, Eudoxia and her her sisters were picked on most of the time and mostly played with themselves. During the first year of her life she grew attached to a young male wolf who would play with her and she followed him around. On her first hunt, she followed the young male into battle and watched him get caught in the buck's large antlers. After the buck tossed him through the air, she ran for him and stayed with him the whole night while he slowly slipped into death. That is when her mind became unstable. She slid into her unstable mind setting over a period of weeks.
One of her sisters got caught up with another wolf when they were one and the male wolf was very wrong for her. He was insane and even when Eudoxia tried to help, he killed her sister because she was unable to have his pups. Eudoxia was wounded badly and remained at home, taking what she could and avoid questions and the blank stares. Her other sister had found a nice male wolf to settle down with, but Eudoxia was the only one still without a possible mate. She could only remember her lost friend every time a male wolf tried to comfort her. They only brought her sadness. One day she snapped, attacking her father when he pressured her to much. Her jaws had gone for his throat, but he was bigger than she was at that time and had been able to knock her down. Even though he begged her to stop and behave when he had her pinned, she didn't stop and so they had to fight. It was a long fight and no other wolf was around to help either of them so it was a semi fair fight for both of them.
After the long fight, she limped off with a broken paw and torn up ear among the deep wounds on her white body. She bathed that night in a pool of her own blood and alone with her thoughts in the moonlight. A mean wolf pack took her in when she wasn't in full health and she was unable to fight back. She was the lowest ranking female and was forced to take care of their young. They bit her and ripped at her wounds until one day she just took off and ran for her health. She found a way into a new place and tried to start over her life, but it didn't work well and she once more left. Her life has been mostly ups and downs and now she is going to try and make things right in her mind. If she can get through her past with male wolfs, maybe she will do alright and maybe even have a litter or two of her own. Until that time, she will remain unstable and alone, her white pelt scared with old wounds that didn't heal right.