Post by Rio on Nov 7, 2009 9:17:56 GMT -5
Name: Rio
Age: 4yrs
Gender: Female
Species Timber wolf
Personality: Rio is a very strange at times she never really does things the right way she is a very large wolf so her feet get in the way very often. Even though she is a kind of clumsy she a very sweet natured wolf, very friendly to thoughs who are friendly to her an even if they are not she still tries to get alone with everyone. Rio has had it hard in her life but she seems to make the best of it, she has kind of pep to her which brings out the best in others. she love's to make the other's laugh she will go out of her way to make you have a good day even if she has to trip over her own feet not always on purpose. she is a very strong when it comes to physical pain but emotional pain is different she can easily break down and take a long time to recover. she gets very attached to one's that show her love an care. Rio will fight to the death for her friends an her pack. she knows when to turn off her games to help others if someone is in need.
Appearance:
History: Rio was born to a lone she wolf in a litter of three. Her mother had been separated from her pack when wolves invaded their territory, and forced her to travel far to the south with her bundle of life tucked in her belly. She eventually found a shallow den and had to make do, as nature waits for no creature. Three wolves all had beautiful white coats but rain was a dark midnight black. One of her young siblings was easy prey for a raptor flying in the sky, for a fuzzy white pelt is no use in the green undergrowth where the den was located. She and her last sibling had been playing away from the den when a strange scent reached Rio's nose. The two curious pups followed the scent, unaware it was a dangerous beast called fire that they searched for. They discovered a brilliant orange flame, surrounded by strange wolves..... All Rio remembers from that night was yelps, howls, and seeing her mother leap into the scene. She had grabbed Rio by the scruff and reluctantly raced away, leaving her little sister behind. She never saw her sister again.... When she awoke the next morning, her paws were wet and sticky and her mother was cold. She knew by the iron scent staining her fur, she had bled out in the night. She's been alone ever since.