Dawn The Brave

Name: Dawn

Nickname: Dawny

Age: 5

Breed: Grey

Gender: Fae

Appearance: Her pelt is a beautiful array of different shades of grey, blacks, silvers, and white. Along her stomach all the way to underneath her jugular is white which slowly darkens into the grey as it travels up her sides. Her face is slightly more darker, almost making a mask that brings out her dark, almost black orbs. Her legs are long and slender, giving her perfect legs for speed. Lithe muscles lay beneath her luss pelt, from years of living as a stray. Battle scars lay beneath her pelt, trophies of past fights.

Personality: A very strong willed wolf that does not back down from a challenge, but she's wise enough to know if she should back off. She's very clever and tends to be very observant of her surroundings. She tends to be cold and distant, but once you gain her friendship she will walk through hell and back for you. She can be very dominant, but she can't help it, for its in her nature. She is the strong and silent type and can be strict, but she knows how to have fun. When it comes to males....well good luck.

Family: n/a

Mate: n/a

Offspring:n/a

History: She grew up in a respectfully large and strong pack called, The Mystic Pack. She slowly grew the ranks, choosing to train instead of pursuing a mate. She had finally made it to the rank of beta female, the second highest rank in a pack. It was only then that she settled and began looking for a mate. A young good looking black brute named Luki wooed her with crooning soft seductive words and his prowess. Two months later a enemy pack attacked. That night she escaped after she lost everyone she loved.

Sample RP Post:
Dawñ moved through the dark woods as smooth and noiseless as the mist that rolled over the leaf covered forest floor. Her dark grey orbs could effortlessly see her surroundings as the moon lit the foreboding woods. The trees were tall, thick, and ancient sentries. The wind howled through the woods carrying the secret language of the trees as their leaves rustled and dance. Her pelt was a beautiful arrays of greys, blacks, and whites. Her auds were raised as she listened to the conversations of the nocturnal life that surrounded her. Slowing her pace she noticed the many scents of others. A pack perhaps? Throwing her head back she howled, her song being beautiful enough that it would make an angel cry.

Other wolves played on this site: n/a

Other: Hope this is fine. Using a phone.