Zecora -- female

age: three years
gender: female
status: infertile
breed: grey wolf
disease: chamaeleontis - beginner
pack: hell
rank: lead emissary

personality:

to be honest, zecora is a horrible beast. but you expected that, didn't you? her attitude takes complete and utter control over her actions and makes her do and say things she may later review and tell herself she didn't actually mean what she'd said, even if she thought it was appropriate at the time. though that's not what's important. what's important is the fact that she does not like other people. any form of company puts her on edge and has her nerves rattling. she can't stand having to put up with pack members. the mere idea sets her mind on fire with anger and rage. they bother her, and most of the time they ask questions. questions are the worst part. the mere idea of any other being asking her anything has her grinding her teeth.

but this isn't to say she's for hurting or maiming others. however fun and endearing it may be if the time is right for it. in realism, the stature and frame of spiders body typically prevents her from any real forms of fighting. realistically, if she was shoved into a proper, fair fight she would probably die. she may be a fit of rage with sharp teeth and dangerous claws, but that doesn't go to say she can take a real beating. she's frail, fragile, easily broken. though there is one thing that zecora enjoys doing, and does well.

she likes to torment others. torment, steal, mock and abuse. they make her day that much brighter with her haze of darkness. despite the fact that she has no friends, and doesn't like being around others. she has a relatively good sense of humour, so long as it's being done to another person other than herself. and sort of humiliation to her has her on edge and waiting for revenge. however she can laugh and mock just as well if the damage is being done to another. you could almost call her friendly if you were being mocked. even if it's not nice and may be a cause for wanting to rip her apart. though you probably have a problem doing just that. she's smart. and she knows what she's doing at all times. she's also reliable. and by reliable, i mean if you make her a promise, and she has to do something in return to get what she wants, she will very likely do it.

if she wants something, she does everything in her power to get it. if it means her doing for another, she'll do it. though, you may need to watch your back and be careful with her. she does have a history of backstabbing. be honest with her. honesty leads to you living that much longer of a life. she knows when someone's lying to her. but not only that, zecora is a very delusional and schizophrenic wolf. she finds herself seeing things and hearing things that aren't there if her powers go out of hand. because up until recently she was normal. or as normal as one could be. but now she is riddled with nightmares if her disease begins growing too close to her heart.

likes: being by herself, being ignored, taunting and making fun of others, maiming innocent beings, creating havoc.
dislikes: pups, innocence, crowds, her own pack, having to listen.
fears: death, losing, falling in love.
dreams of: escaping her pack.

body type: lithe, skinny, very small. her gait is similar to that of a stalking spider.
fur color: solid black, brownish hues. however her muzzle has a tinge of grey and silver.
eye color: golden twin pools, both reflecting hate.
full appearance:

zecora is a very small wolf to be frank. her build consists solely on the fact that her bones were created thin, her skeleton small in size, and in turn causing zecora to be a rather sickly looking canine. and the ragged fur that is patched over her skin is a very precise colour. hard to miss. and if one did, they'd have to have something wrong with them. zecora's fur is a very distinct black. even in direct sunlight it glosses over with a purplish sheen. there is no brown streaks on her body. she is what you would call ebony. and had she been a very well groomed canine, her fur should have been sleek, smooth and silky to the touch. instead, it is rough, tangled, and filthy. definitely not the type of thing you see often on female species.

her ears have to be the clearest asset to her body, however. they pin straight up, curl about and catch hints at your speech. an eavesdroppers best weapon, and she uses it very well. and even her eyes have a talent to them, it seems. as her face narrows, so do the yellow, glowing orbs that allow her the priority of sight. they seem to penetrate you, probe you. sink into your thoughts and drag out your secrets. when in realism they don't, it almost seems like it whenever you're under the direct glare of zecora's wrath. and to match up with this ferocity, the scars that mar the end of her snout have something to say, too. no one knows where she got them, but the gouges it left aren't something to typically ask about. even her claws look too long for comfort, and there's definitely a threat behind them too. though the most dangerous thing about her is probably her canines underneath her lips. they aren't as clean as some would think. though they aren't disgusting either. neither diamond nor rotten, her teeth sit at a faint yellow, her gums matching with a black overtone. though one can never tell whether it's bad. a lot of canines have black gums to match their skin.

the way zecora walks is different from others. its almost as if she stalks over the ground, hardly making a sound. almost spider-like in a sense. her head always poised, eyes always flashing, she draws herself near enough to the ground to be cat-like. she creeps, though never crawls. and she positions herself to be as near to silent as deemed possible. she could be an excellent spy if it was ever the case. and, to make matters interesting. you'd probably think her voice was like grating steel, gross and abnormal. however it's not. though it's not a lilt either. it's more of snarl that radiates some degree of fear and animosity. a backdrop for her slight cowardice. a form that tells people she doesn't want to stay and chat, and that they'd best leave her be. its the tone of ones voice that tells all. lets just hope zecora's works well.

this she-wolf also has accessories it seems. adorning her front left paw are three golden bangles. but curiously enough, they do not make any tinkling noises when she walks. perhaps zecora has modified her gait in order to stay silent.

family: arienne -- deceased, daevon -- deceased, brother -- deceased/stillborn
history:

she was an accident. everything around her was always an always an accident, as far as her parents were concerned. ever since she was born, zecora had been sickly. weak and fragile against the beating winds. her twin brother, larger and stronger than her, had he survived, was born stillborn. the mere sight of his still body had shocked her mother. and, having her heart broken at the sight of her dead son, didn't really realize, nor pay attention to her only daughter. she, being frailer, should have died during the storm she was born in. but her will to survive burned stronger than everyone had thought. because of this, she was the one always struggling to keep up with everyone else.

her mother looked after her, sure. but not nearly as much as she should have. her mother viewed her as a rat, something that she was horrified had come out of her. something she wanted nothing to do with. zecora's father was never really in the picture. he was always elsewhere, feeding his pack and preventing predator's from entering the hell packlands. thus, zecora was basically alone. she had no littermates at the time, and the only nanny she had didn't look after her. she always found herself crawling into the warmest spot in her nest, covering herself with her bedding and shivering herself to sleep through the cold.

but she still survived. apparently someone had a reason for her to stay alive. for this reason she became a horrible wolf. and, being slightly delusional and almost schizophrenic, often made things worse simply by finding herself outright attacking another innocent. but then again. no one in hell was ever truly innocent. they were all killers, rooting for their revenge on the other packs. zecora was no different. she was just more straightforward with her feelings.

that, and she always felt like she needed to prove her worth in the hell pack. and being under the surveillance of malevolent and his closely knit followers, there was very little choice involved. but because of zecora being a born stalker, following from behind without being seen, malevolent gave her the rank of emissary. of course, the little black wolf has always thought of herself as the best of the best, and more important than everyone else. however she is also perfectly capable of assassinating someone.

even more so now because of what happened after a meeting with two rogue-like wolves lingering within hell's territory. just as malevolent had appeared on the scene, toying with her inability to drive them away, she'd gone to leave. only to be seized with a sudden wave of heat, the blood within her boiling and taking a new shape. the pain seized her chest and lungs, squeezing them until she was unable to breath. no one had noticed of course, because she'd simply left even with the sickness driving into her.

but just as suddenly as it had come, it had left again. but she finds herself able to concentrate on blending in with the background, very like a chameleon. however it causes her a wave of sickness and fear to go through her. she sees things that aren't there, and often is only able to blend into the background when it is absolutely needed, and not very often. because it affects her greatly. but once she can contain and control her power, without it going haywire, she will probably become a very talented chamaeoleontis. the first, anyway. however she must use her power, because when she doesn't she is overwhelmed with an even worse sickness.

and it only goes away when she gently smooths out her colours to match the background she is in.