She's so high, like Cleopatra

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Name: Otulissa (Oh-too-lissa)
Age: Three years
Weight: 55 lbs
Height: 25 inches
Gender: Female
Pack: Loner
Description:

She's so high, high above me, she's so lovely...

Otulissa is perfectly stunning, her entire life has praised her appearance, and so in short, this wolf is a gorgeous neck turner, and she hasn't found a wolf yet to deny her beauty. Now you're wondering why, eh?

Build wise, Otulissa is extremely tiny for her breed and age, but it doesn't give her a weak built, it simply makes her petite, small, pocket sized and adorable, although she hates being picked at for her sized and you'll probably feel some pain if you tease her for it. Her entire body is lithe and sleek, perfect for running at great speeds, with she often does when fleeing from a suitor, peals of laughter escaping her the whole time. However, her size also means, if a violent wolf decided they wanted to tear into her, they could do real damage, and she couldn't truly take much, or fight back from a big, angry male, forcing her to pick her battles wisely.

Her fur is longer than most arctic wolves, but plush and soft to the touch. Not a day goes by that she doesn't take time to groom herself, getting out every tangle, clearing every bit of dirt, and making her coat as soft as cashmere. Colour wise, as a arctic wolf, she should have been a sturdy white colour, but a mutations in her genes in the womb changed her snowy white coat a much more stunning, unusual, and beautiful shade of pale yellowish gold, offsetting her dark, chocolate brown eyes that sit large and... "innocent" in her face. This beautiful coat and her feminine build are the very basis of her beauty and she knows it.

Personality:

Otulissa was born to a happy family, her mother and father's only daughter after litters of sons. She was instantly spoiled, treated like a little princess, and she was quick to believe that she was one. That she was the best, most wonderful princess, meant to live the lavish life, although they were loners in the middle of nowhere. Then, there was the matter of her appearance. Even from such a young age, she was pretty, and her parents refused to let her forget it, and soon, she wouldn't let anyone forget.

Otulissa believes she is a blessing to the world, superior to all that she meets. In her eyes, all other females are ugly wenches, and hardly deserve to be in her presence. Each and every one of them need to stay far, far away from her, or face her wrath. Oh yes, this little she wolf may be small, pixie-like, and beautiful, but she has the heart of a lion and the tongue of a spitfire. She's mean and cruel for such a pretty face- and that pretty face is the reason she's this way.

She has some bit of intelligence to her, not that many would notice, since she never needs to really use it. Looks get her everywhere, and on multiple occasions have gotten her out of dangerous situations. On a flip side, Otulissa is a flirt, and a slut. She loves males, rather, she loves to tease them. She'll hook a few suitors, and pit them against each other for a chance with her, or she'll tease a male, and then run, leaving her a lone female that many want, and few will ever get.

(kind of a pathetic bio, I know ><)

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