your final BREATH

[W.rath]

Name: Aurenfaie
Age: IV
Gender: Female
Pack: Regnum de Mors
Description:

I am known as Aurenfaie and I am a striking wolf. I have a large crown that is usually lifted high in the air. My crown's bones are finely shaped, giving the cranium a almost regal appearence. Two tear - drop shaped auds are erect, the sinew clinging to the soft cartridge. Thick lashes frame large orbs that are pupiless. Now you would think most lupines would have colorful orbs and with a black pupil but not mine. My iris is a pale, pale grey, along with the pupil, so it seems I have none. Now see here, my orbs are not some dull grey, but a silver that seems to glow like fire. Moving on, I have a long snout, with a black nose that is pink tipped. My ivories are lethal things, long and pearly white.

My crown connects to a long neck that is usually arched with elegance of breeding. The flesh around my neck is thick, giving some protection to my jugulars. My pelt clings close here, thick and rough to the touch. My neck seems to not like another's touch. My neck connects to a large, fine boned chest. The bones here are thicker, protecting my heart and lungs from being crushed. my flesh is thin here as well, pelt not thick at all, and silken soft to the touch.

My chest connects to a lean torso. The flesh clings tightly to the bones. His ribs show under the silken strands of my pelt. Each is thick bones, curving to protect my internal organs. My rump is musculed finely, helping me shoove off the terrain as I runs across the terrain. Now under my torso is a soft underbelly. The flesh here is dewy pink and vulnerable to attack. A plume curls from my rump, long and slightly lean. The plume is usually around my pillars, even though I am a dominant.

Shooting from my torso are pillars. Each pillars are thin, well built things. The bones in the pillars are long, and thin built for speed and agility but not strength, even though I AM strong. The flesh clings to the bones, with the pelt thin here to the touch. Now each pillar ends in large, swift paws. These paws have rough pads that endure the hardest of terrains. My daggers are black things that click against building floors, and the dig into the dirt terrain.

Now, I have described my figure, but now will work on my pelt. My pelt is thick in some places, and thin in others. Most strands are silken soft to the touch but here and there, the pelt is a rough shield. My pelt is the purest of ivory, no red, grey, cream, or gold in it's depth. No, it is pure as Snow. Beautiful to appearence, and soft to the touch of another.

Markings are not in abudance on my pelt. I have silver strands of hair at the tip of my banner, almost as though I dipped my plume in a pail of mercury. My toes have black splashes on like, ashen onyx that are orb-catching. Pale onyx swirls around my orbs, almost like racoon orbs but much more decent. I have splashes of silver upon my stomach as well, pale and not noticeable unless I roll onto my back, which isn't often. Really it is rare to see this marking.

Now another part of my appearence is my scar's. One runs across the right side of my crown, starting from my forehead, going across my snout, and ending on the left side of my throat. It is a large scar, but thin in appearence and the palest of pinks, so only if you look hard will you notice it. Thin, spider like scars run across my spine and back, from shards of rock that shattered and cut into my flesh. Four thick claw marks run across my rump, from a swipe of a she-wolf whose temper snapped and decided to attack me. In the end, the bitch eneded up running and myself scarred for life.

Personality:

Independent;; Without a doubt, I make my own decisions and don't like anyone taking control of my life. If I think my opinion is worth hearing, I will give it without really paying attention to what you say. My life has always been about me doing what I have to do to keep myself alive. I won't take others orders without giving crap back. I need to know that you are a true leader who is worth my time before I even accept you. My independence has caused me to bring harm onto myself, but that does not mean anything. Everyone makes mistakes and mine just make my look imperfect to some. I like my independence and I always will.

Fighter;; I am not some worthless she - wolf who lets others boss my around. I fight for everything I have. I fight to keep my independence, and to keep myself alive. I won't let anyone steal a part of myself, or use me for their own gain. I fight tooth and nail to protect my soul, and to keep my heart from one day shattering under another fatal blow. I have been broken and beaten, messed with and tortured, and this has made me into the hardcore beast I am now. Fighting is all I have left, the only way to truly feel anything anymore. Broken I have fallen down into a crevice, and these fighting wings is all that holds me up.

Sarcasm;; Sarcasm is my best defense. I don't take others serious because really nothing is serious to me anymore. Tell my you are dieing, and I reply with a roll of my orbs and a snarl. I use sarcasm to get others to ignore me, or to keep away from me. If other do not think I can be serious, then they will keep away, because they cannot tell me anything without getting a smartass comment in return. I use this to keep myself from learning something important, so that if I am ever captured by a lupine, they can't torture me for information, cause I know nothing.

Intelligent;; I am a quiet a intelligent being. Just because I am a smartass, and sarcastic does not mean I am stupid. I have made plenty of mistakes, but no one is perfect, espicially not me. I know how to survive, to get by in this world, and much more. Intelligence has given me the ability to form strategies, to keep myself alive, and to keep me ahead of those searching for me. I use this cunning part of myself to make sure no one will ever be able to figure me out, and to stay as far away from the true me as possible. I use my intelligence to please my alpha....sometimes.

Lieing / Disloyalty;; Ok, you know about loyalty and all that crap. I do not know one inch of it, and please do not try to teach me. I am loyal to no one but myself. I care for no one but myself, so do not try to get my mercy of loyalty. Yes, I fight for my alpha and defend their land, but that is all. I will follow their orders, and yes this does mean I will not one day turn on them. You see, I really am a independent beast, and but I don't have the time nor the want to rule a pack. I have my friends, somewhat, that will back me if I try to take over, but the alpha's do not need to fear me. I will not try to challenge them for a spot that I truly don't want.

Bitch;; Let me describe this little aspect of myself. I can be a total annoying lupine who cares for no one but myself. My harsh tongue causes your auds to bleed, and you to flinch back from the verbal onslaught. I don't care about you, and frankly you will not ever care about me. My heart is stone cold, my orbs even colder as you gaze into their icy violet depths. My bitchiness is a aspect gained from my history, and I will never not be this part of personality. It is part of my armor that guards my heart, my soul, and my body. I need to be a bitch, to keep others from liking me and trying to befriend my souless self.

Other;; Save me from myself. Keep me from slowing slipping into insanity. Hide me from the shadows who wish to draw me deep within their clutches and slowly suck the life from my orbs. Don't let my spirit shatter, or my form to fade away into eternity. Give me a chance to prove myself, to show you that I am not someone who is merely wasting space in this world. I am someone. I am a lupine. Do not let them abandon me once more.

Picture:

-Ignore the half mask please.

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Accepted ^^