Post by CloudyShadow on Feb 13, 2010 15:19:41 GMT -5
Name
Vive
Breed
Italian Wolf
age
2 years old
gender
Female
Appearance
Vive's fur is colored a quite magnificant grey, grey red and white in color, and some of the grey around her legs and feet darkens into a near, or exactly black in color. She has scuffs of fur that stand out away from her face, giving her a slightly menacing look. Vive's paws are huge, or atleast as she steps their large pads spread out to protect her feet. Vive is slightly leaner than you would expect of a dog that was lke her, her ears stand up and come to a point like a german shepherd's, though they still do have a slightly rounded tip. Vive's eyes are a beautiful golden brown in color, set perfectly under a furrow of hair, making her expressions even more heart breaking.
Personality
Vive is a cool, collect female, she is hearty though, a major fault for a dog, or wolf in these parts. Vive falls for a dog fairly quickly, but she is fairly meaningful. Do not let her looks fool you though, she is one sure fighter. Vive is not the normal "hit me with your best shot" type of wolf, but she acctually likes to take account of the situation before a fight, which weighs favors towards her side, because she has the eagle, piercing eyes of a wolf and the grace of a tiger. Vive is friendly, but if she "likes" another dog she may turn shy and incomprehensive [not easy to tell what she's talking about]. Vive has a way with expressions and can make you melt, or boil you to a crisp. Vive hates mean dogs, they seem to boil her and make her mad, blowing her temper like a short fuse. But she does love running, hunting, fishing, and not to mention swimming.
History
Vive was born to her mother Champain in the woods outside of a small Italian city. Vive was the only pup in her liter that survived, the other two, a stillborn male and a stillborn female, did not. Vive was raised with a wary eye until she was eight months old, in that time she was trained to fight, fend for her self, to hunt anything from mice to elk, to fish, and to swim. But Vive was not content with the tense of the small pack, and she found out why, at six months old Vive was taught the legends of her people, and she found a story that is told here.
"Back in the old seventeen hundreds amother, a great ancestor of her very own mother gave brither to twelve puppies, each and everyone of them except for one tiny she wolf was stillborn. The mother gave no thought and raised her child the same way that she had inherited, but at the age of exactly 1 year 1 month 1 day 1 hour 1 minute 1 second and so on the moons seemed to align, the she wolf became devious and was killed by the pack, but not before she had let her 'venum' seep into her mother, the mother lived along with the terrible scar and horrible many and had five more litters of healthy pups. All the puppies grew up, life picked up a normal spped, and it never happened again. But today, one wolf, in this very pack, on these very plains is it, the evil decendent of that hidious wolf."
Vive forgot the story after a day, but it remained in her head. At the age of one year she was exhiled from her pack, they would not kill her, no, that was against the inscribed rules, but Vive never turned into a terrible monster, and over throgh her solitary and became the hearty wolf she is now, traveling all over the newly formed Pangea like it is her own.