CIRCE [female]
May 22, 2015 17:13:28 GMT -5
Post by Circe on May 22, 2015 17:13:28 GMT -5
NAME. Circe.
AGE. Three years.
BiRTHDATE. Spring 2011.
GENDER. Female.
SPECiES. Timber wolf.
PACK. N/A.
RANK. N/A.
HEiGHT. 32 inches.
WEiGHT. 102 pounds.
PHYSiCAL DESCRiPTiON.
The type of build the woman holds is for one that shows her strength. Her physique is rather bulky for her gender. Her eyes, though unusual, are a vibrant amber. The coat colors that Circe is blessed with ranges from a dull gray, speckles of black, white, and russet. The base color of her pelt is the the gray hue that covers the majority of her body. The black hue is peppered along her form where there is any white or gray on her. Black also spans downward to her legs and paws. The white covers the sides of her muzzle, the portion of her throat, her chest, and the underside of her stomach. The russet starts at the tip of her black nose to move up her snout to creat a stripe. The brown-red hue continues further to spread to her forehead and the back of her head to touch to the back of her ears. The russet coloring splatters in random places on her body to slide sideways to paint both sides of her neck, just under where her ears are placed on the top of her head. It skips a part on her body where gray hues are resting just above her shoulders. The russet then covers the large portion of the rest of her back and the top line of her tail. The underside of her tail fades from the russet to a dark gray.
PERSONALiTY.Apathetic. Passive Aggressive. Flexible. Cold. Observant. Selfish.
Little seems to faze the female wolf. She is always calm and collected, even in the time of death. An uncaring, unemotional façade could be seen on her face the majority of the time. A quiet one she is as she does not like to talk if she does not see the need for her to. She is the listener, the observer. Circe takes in whatever she can upon meeting another to try and determine her way of approaching them from the usual body language that is presented to her at the time. The lady is not one to make rash decisions by acting on pure instinct, but she uses her head to calculate the possibilities of her outcomes. Even though she is not one for speaking too much, she will if it will help her get out of sticky situations when needed. That does not mean she will not fight to defend herself though. If she sees no other way for a fight to break she will stay in the fight long enough to try and determine if there is a possible way for her to escape. Not that she is a coward-oh no!- she is merely making sure that she lives to see the next day. If that means sacrificing someone for her sake, she will do so without so much of a hesitation. Circe is one that ‘goes with the flow’. She will stick by whomever has offered her a means of companionship if that meant she will not have to wonder about when her next meal will come about. If that doesn't work out she will leave them and try to find another that give her what she wants- what she needs.
HiSTORY.
One night in a breeding facility that was stationed in Europe, three pups were born from the Alpha female. The first-born was a dark coated male, the second born was a female, and the third pup was determined as a stillborn. Adequate meat was given to the new mother to make sure the two pups would survive their first few months of life. After several months of being weaned, the brother and sister had been introduced to the rest of the pack that awaited their arrival. Being around the pack members had brought out their dormant personalities. Her brother had grown to be the wild, uncontrollable child that acted on his impulses all the time. Circe was the quiet and sensible child of the two. Her time was spent listening to stories from the elders in the pack while her brother was out and about.
Close to a year had passed while with their family. The siblings had grown into their paws that were bigger than their bodies. Circe was the odd one out compared to the other females of the pack that had slim or average builds as she had been given the stature her father had. Though at times her robust build proved to be useful. Whenever her brother had the chance, he would challenge her to a play fight. Every time that occurred she would put little effort into the fight, not that she thought he would notice. He would saunter off with his head held high that he had bested his sister once again. Circe would then have to make a trip to the healer in the pack so the small cuts and bruises that she would receive could be taken care of.
Before the Alphas’ children knew it, their second year of birth had come. For several months their life had become a routine that they knew all too well; rise, train, eat, and sleep. It was going onto the six month of their second year when it happened. During the night of a full moon Circe had gotten up in the middle of the night for a stroll as she could not sleep at the time. She had heard strange footsteps that trailed behind her when she had tall trees all around her. Circe had heard a snap of twigs of one direction when she felt something puncture her in her rear and then she involuntarily lost her consciousness.
When she had came to her vision cleared a few seconds later to see and smell that the place she was at was not her home. Circe had been isolated from any others for a few days while she was there. Throughout the couple of days while in the unfamiliar place she could hear the cries and howls that echoed in the air. At times Circe could see two-legged creatures wander around the bars that separated them. She saw a weird contraption in one of the creatures had that was pointed at her before she heard a loud sound ring in her ears then she noticed she was rendered immobile. Her body had hit the ground a moment later and she could hear the sound of something crunching the dirt as it came closer along with several pairs of footsteps with it. Her head was covered from some fabric then she felt her body being lifted off of the ground from a multitude of hands. Once she was settled in, her vision had returned to her to see she was locked in a box of sorts. During the ride the feeling in her nerves returned just to have her try to clutch something from having her body jerk in the cage every time she felt a bump. In what seemed to be a few hours later, Circe was then later released into an open area. She glanced back once before she bounded off into an uncharted area.
