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Name:Ayame
Age: 3 Years
Gender: Female
Species/Breed: Timber X red wolf
Personality:Ayame Jurora is a unique wolf when it comes to her personality. For such a large wolf, she is highly territorial, though realistically the trouble started from her. When it comes to a confrontation she will act fast and apporach first, acting sometimes a bit coquetishly, especially if there's little chance of her winning. But should that fail, out come the fangs and claws, and a great deal of snarling and growling, She has not been known to lose a fight yet.
Ayame Jurora is a rather picky wolf, mostly in her choice of company. She doesn't like pups, unless they are her own of course, and would rather not be seen in company of disgraced wolves or omegas if she can help it. Not that she isnt friendly with them when she can be, it's just that Ayame Jurora knows they wont get her anywhere, and she covets the position of alphess. She longs for a mate who would protect her against those who are stronger than her, but not for one who coddles her, for she can mostly take care of herself. Ayame Jurora is quick to anger, but doesnt show it much, rather she sits and seethes, and at the first opportunity escapes.
History:Ayame Jurora's life was plush and comfortable. Nothing scary had ever happened to her, and no one had ever hurt her. She was kept fed by her mother, and played with her denmate sister and her older brother, born the prior year. Her loner mother had kept them all happy, and though it was hard for her, she was a good mother and never let them know just how hard. Until one day she went into a nearby pack's land, intending to hunt, as she told her pups, and she never came back.
Ayame Jurora didn't know what had happened. She thought that perhaps her mother had decided to move on; after all her older brother would take care of her, he was old enough to hunt. Ayame never guessed that her mom had been caught stealing prey from a pack's land, and had been killed instantly. She continued to expect to be fed, as her huting was not nearly good enough, and at first things went fine. But then her brother met a lone wolf, a beautiful white wolf who traveled alone. Ayame thought nothing of it, happy for her brother and his new friend, until one night he didnt return.
Now Ayame came to realize that she and her sister could not survive alone. luckily they came across a few packs willing to take them in. Her sister found a nice pack for herself, but Ayame was never content. She was treated like nothing, of less importance than even the smallest pup. They weren't cruel, but there was no happiness in her. So she moved on, finding a few packs here and there, getting chased away by more than a few, but never settling untill now.
Status: Crest Ridge pack (Seen as everyone else is with Genesis I will play the bad side xD)
Crush/Mate: None
Sample Post:Ayame, her fur plet a silver white that would always have a shine in every light that toughted it with a single grey ring that ran around her chest, sides and back. Keeping more to the front of the pack line, kept her eyes on the less able and lower ranking wolfs of the pack, the ones she calls runts in her own mind. All four mits kept to a steady pace along front. Ayame had full respect to that of her elders,but was in good faith to that of her Alphess. Ayame's bright amber eyes watched over surrounds of her and the other pack members, keeping her Alphess in her sight at the same time. She was the Alphess right hand wolf and never had she put a paw wrong.
As most pack members came to a sudden halt, Ayame made a last check on her elder before slowing to a trot, her frame passing them and came to a silent halt at her Alphess side. Not a single work escaped the mouth of AYame, only the slightest if deep growls that rumbled in her throat as her head lowered in defence waiting of the Alphess's orders and next move.
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