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Name - Ranomi
Age - 3 years
Breed - Gray
Personality - She holds little interest in anything, living her life in a sort of reckless and careless sense. She feels most everything is nothing more than....a thing. She is highly intelligent, despite her rather pessimistic view of the world.
Sample Post - Her trotting body was like sleek, black silk slipping through the landscape as she wove her way through the trees. Her pelt appeared flawlessly colored until one further inspected. She had undertones of brown, especially across her shoulders. Sprawled over her face was dense streaking of white around her eyes, maw, and chin. It gave her a very aged appearance, though she was certainly not at only three summers. The look fitted her well, however, for she was born with both it and extremely high intelligence. This intelligence also allowed for her other gift: her ability with words. It seemed she persuade most anyone to do anything she pleased.
Yet, it seemed that she couldn’t convince one to keep her in their pack, but that wasn’t quite the case. When her parents demanded her exile, she hadn’t protested. She had left without a word, almost glad to have left. None of them liked her, not even her mother. Her mother had actually liked her the least. From the time her eyes opened and she began to speak, all could tell something was different about the pup. Her eyes weren’t like the others, and she rarely spoke. She still held that habit to this day, preferring to use words only when necessary. She felt their overuse would drain their effectiveness.
The white encircled the portals to her true self--her eyes. They were dark gray, the color of metal. They held an intense yet unfeeling look to them that was rather startling to view. They glanced about her as she walked, seeming to scrutinize every detail of the landscape. They remained emotionless as she did this, seeming neither intrigued or excited by any of it. It was just one of many of her qualities that drove her away from her own family.
As she had grown and aged, her mother became more distressed by Ranomi’s odd relationship with her father. She would often speak to him, and in little more than a few sentences, have him perform irrational, and often radical, actions. Her mother tended physically to her like all of her siblings, but had spaced herself greatly from the pup socially. Ranomi kept silent about it, watching how her mother always found excuses not to speak with her or play with her as she did the other pups.
Her thoughts trailed to her sister’s death, her memory still recalling the cold winter day. She was only a year old…she hadn’t meant to kill her. She could see the little dead pup, she could feel her leaping for her older sister, and she taste once more the blood. Her eyes further hardened as she thought of it. She could hear her father and mother’s pathetic words of excuse. “We know why you did it, but once a wolf tastes wolf blood, they are forever changed.”
She thought of how perhaps they were right. After all, she cared for nothing now. Not even lives….not even her own. She wondered for a brief moment whether it was her kill that had transformed her so completely, or her exile she still considered unfair.
Her tail kept perfect beat with her gait with its pendulum motion, making her steps appear infallible. Her ears hung to her sides, relaxed and twitching occasionally. She thought of only three things as she walked: food, water, sleep. She was far from tired at the moment, and planned to get as far as she could before resting. She soon came to the Venoch border. Her nostrils caught the scent, but she didn’t so much as bat an eye. Her pace remained the same and her face remained uncaring and unaffected.
She was used to bedding down in other’s territory. She had done so for over two years, and had even been caught doing so on many occasions. She was unworried about it; she knew well how to handle it. Sometimes, she wouldn’t say a thing, allowing the other to chase her out of the land. Others she would use her tongue to convince them to allow her to stay. There were even a few incidents involving male wolves where she had used her body as a persuasion tool. Even her own life and body were nothing more than mere objects to her.
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