Post by Camo on Sept 18, 2012 13:32:07 GMT -5
Azaria
Age: Four years
Gender: Female
Breed: Arctic Wolf
Pack: N/A
Rank: Rouge
Personality: Azaria is a spitfire at best as she’s often finding herself in such situations where she’s telling someone off with her quick wit and full of comebacks. She is feisty and sassy which fuels the fiery aspects of her personality. She’s wild in every sense of the word and isn’t susceptible to grovel at one’s paws for forgiveness. What she says, whether it is harsh or not, she will never regret it. Hardly anyone has the ability to calm her down once her short temperament gets a hold of her and they soon become sorry that they ever angered her. She is full of pride, although this is not to be confused with arrogance or cockiness, Azaria simply knows what she wants out of life and intends to get there one way or another.
Being fiercely independent, stubborn, and determined, Azaria refuses to seek help from anyone in any way, shape, or form. She denies that she needs it even if it seems like she’s struggling but occasionally will put her pride aside and ask for it if she desperately needs it. Despite the rather blunt side to Azaria, some get the opportunity to see the friendly and funny side to her. She is outgoing and warm, enjoying the company of a select few that can put up with her spicy attitude. Azaria, to a fault, is a flirt to any male she deems attractive; however, it is often playful as Azaria doesn’t believe in love at all. She thinks and speaks for herself, and will not tolerate anyone trying to oppress her opinion or her in general.
Likes: Winter, good conversation, honesty, independence, accomplishing anything, the unpredictability of life.
Dislikes: Summer, dull wolves, being judged, having her opinion tossed to the wayside, snobs, liars.
Fears: Being forgotten, being caged, Kadin.
Dreams Of: Making a name for herself, having a story to tell.
Body Type: Being 24 inches at the shoulder, Azaria often finds herself shorter than most which gives her that fragile look at times. With a weight of a mere 111 pounds, there is no doubt that Azaria is on the tiny end of the weight end. She looks fairly porprotional, appearing in a compact way. Her legs are slender which only decieves others into making her look slightly taller. Azaria's muscles are toned, but her muscle mass is low to match her frail appearance. The advantages of her small build allows her to navigate through practically anything. She is almost built for speed, so if one would chase her, she would be ahead of them rather quickly.
Fur Color: Dawned in a solid white coat, Azaria sticks out in all but one season. There will never be an issue in finding her that's for sure. Her coat is fluffy year-round, and reflects light in a dazzling way somewhat. Azaria's coat is soft to the caress, and is well kept; however, blemished on her body will be dirt splotches, but even these can be washed away.
Eye Color: Exploding gold eyes contrast vidily against the purity of her white form. Azaria's golden eyes rival the flames of fire, and are very expressive and alluring.
Family: Ayar, Jivan, Hiran
History: Azaria was born into a small pack that consisted mostly of family members. She was the youngest out of four and had three older brothers. She rough housed with them daily, quickly turning into a tom-boy that had the mindset of being able to do anything that they could do. She often shadowed them, especially Ayar, her oldest brother. Ayar was the step-in Alpha Male in case something happened to their father or if he decided to take a break for however long he wished. He was also viewed and respected highly by Azaria as she was often his second shadow, refusing to leave his side even he slept. Her two other brothers, Hiran and Jivan, were over protective of their younger sister and despite her always being by Ayar’s side, often never let her out of their sight.
When Azaria reached the age of one, she wanted nothing more than to grow up right then and there. She was tired of the boundaries her parents had set up which restricted her freedom and made her angry. Ayar tried to console his sister but had failed in doing so. She retreated to a cave behind a waterfall, pacing back and forth in order to calm herself down. Once she had achieved such a state of mind, she noticed that two wolves had been watching her. A young male around the age of four and his older sister, Vanora stepped forwards to speak with her. They chided her briefly before she fled back home to the protection of Ayar and her father. When Ayar heard her talk about them, he set off to search for them and found them in the cave. Vanora had been an old family friend and Ayar was overwhelmed with excitement. They were welcomed into the herd where Ayar spent more time with Vanora. The young Azaria felt as though she was being replaced and despised the female.
In order to fill the gap in her heart, Azaria decided to turn towards the female’s younger brother, Kadin. He was nice to her, telling her stories of his travels, and kept her company whilst Ayar was away. She had grown close to the male and was often found laughing and enjoying his presence. Her father was unsure of him and kept a close eye on them whenever they were together. Six months later, and Ayar had taken Vanora on as his mate and Azaria was furious. Once more, she had run off to the cave where she was later found by Kadin. Kadin had weaseled an idea into her mind and managed to coax the young Azaria to a place from where they were now. Eagerly, she accepted and he escorted her high into the distant mountains.
A week had gone by and Azaria wanted to go back home but Kadin refused to bring her back there. She attempted to go back on her own, but he forced her to stay once more. A month flew by and Azaria pleaded with him day in and day out if she could go back home but once more Kadin refused. He told her she was his now and that they would never go back. Realization had settled in and she was now finding out that she was being kidnapped. He occasionally bossed her around, forcing her to pick up the pace if she was too slow in order for them to reach a different place. He was mostly caring and sweet towards her as he ensured she had enough to eat and drink before he took care of his own needs.
When Azaria turned to be three and half, she was oddly fond of the male and accepted him for who he was. This was her new life with her friend but Kadin wanted her to think of him more than that. She kept herself occupied and busy, talking to Kadin and listening to his stories. The night of her birthday, a band of juvenile males that had been gathering in the mountains burst into their cave and snaked Azaria away from Kadin. He followed after them, trying to fight and get her back but he was outnumbered. One of the older ones looked familiar and it was Jivan that had left their father’s herd to start one of his own. Overjoyed, Jivan departed from the group when he was sure that Kadin wasn’t even close to them and brought her home to their family. Their father was thrilled but soon made the decision that it would be best if Azaria left as Kadin was sure to come back, the next day she departed, finding herself reaching these lands at the ripe age of four. Deep back inside the confines of her mind, she knew that Kadin was searching for her but she could only hope that he’d never find her here.
