Post by Flash Dance on Jun 6, 2010 19:25:58 GMT -5
Name: Rianen (Reo for short)
Age: 3
Gender: Fae
Pack: Karn
Rank: Doesnt matter to me
Description: Rianen has pure snow white fur stretching up along her legs and paws slowly fading into patches of a darker creamy ivory on her shoulders and rib cage creating a beautiful mix of the two. The ivory and white fades into a light grey with black flecked throughout making a salt/pepper look with white still as the base coat along her back and the top half of her shoulders. The white from her legs flows up her chest and throat to wrap around her muzzle and eyes. Dark grey fur with no black flecks phases easily from the salt/pepper color up the back of her neck to cover the top of her head, and backs of her ears, stretching down in between her eyes and down the bridge of her nose and with a strip of the same grey running down the middle of her upper lip. The rest of her head and ears is the same darker grey as most of her head and face, with a clear distinction between the white and grey, made by a thin black line of fur, on her cheeks and around her eyes. Her small, delicate ears are the grey of her body, but pure white on the inside and the tips. Her tail is white underneath, with the salt/pepper fur on the top and a black tip. Her lips are lined in black as well.
She has fine boned legs, and soft, little paws, and a lean, long body, her thick fur making her look bulkier than she is. Her delicate ears are constantly moving to hear everything going on around her, and has a long, sleek tail that she uses to show most of her emotion. Her head is light boned and regal, with a kind, but wary, look to her mystical silvery blue eyes. Moving with a long, graceful stride she shows power yet gentleness.
Personality: Rianen is very sweet and kind, but more of a loner wolf due to a horrible pack accident awhile back, not by choice. She has a temper that is easily fired up, even though it doesn’t last long, and can hold a grudge for a long time. Prone to mood swings, she has an attitude, and loves to argue, but keeps a soothing air with her always when not agitated or angered. She judges quickly, having an aptitude for judging character easily, but her opinion is apt to change when she gets to know you. She isn't very trusting, but once you earn her trust and respect she is loyal to the end. Though she's sarcastic, and can have a "devil-may-care" attitude, she only does it to protect herself from becoming to attached, and having her loyalty and trust thrown back in her face. Her roaming nature keeps her from joining a pack, though she craves the company of other wolves.
Though she doesn't want to admitt it, she craves the company of that special someone. Even being a very independant fae, she would love to have someone to lean on in hard times, and to shower all the love she has on them in her own subtle way.
Despite her proud, almost arrogant, carriage, she’s very caring, and loves making others happy. With her calming air, the gentle part of her nature shows the most, but when angered, her temper is something to be rivaled with. Though she is beautiful, she refuses to acknowledge it, preferring to focus on honing her survival skills to stay alive, instead of focusing on vanity.
History: Rianen was once part of a large, close knit pack up in the north along the border of Canada. She was born into the unusually large litter of the new Alpha and Alphess; Rayland and Kiana. Rianen was a favorite of her mother and father, and rose easily above her siblings in everything that was taught. Even though she was the smallest, and youngest of the litter, she was by far the fiercest with her snarky attitude, and cunning fighting skills.
Her best friend was her oldest brother, Keanan, though she held close relationships with every one of her siblings. She loved running, and playing with the other pups that were in the pack, preferring to play fight with the older, male pups in hopes of picking up new tricks.
One day, she was out lying in the sun almost asleep, when a rival pack attacked. Startled and scared, she began looking for Keanan or her mother and father. Her father found her first, and carried her off by the scruff of her neck to a small den, with an opening just big enough for a pup of her small size. Dropping her in there he told her to stay there, and that he would be bringing as many of her siblings here as well. She waited, and waited but her father never came back. After almost 3 days staying in the den she crawled out, starving.
Before looking for food, though she went back to where her pack had been when the fight had started. Bodies were strewn everywhere, pups and adults alike. After some searching she found all of her siblings dead in their den with her mother. She kept searching for her father’s body after that mourning deeply at the loss of her pack, her family. She never found her fathers body. Hoping he was still alive somewhere, she took off on a search for him, becoming a loner, hunting and surviving on her own. Until almost a full two and a half years afterward, she stumbled upon the border of the territory of the Karn pack.
