Name:
Ember

Age:
3 Years

Gender:
Female

Breed:
Mutt

Desired Pack:
Viridis Leader

Appearance:
Even from her vague appearance you can see the lines of truth and love written through her eyes. The creature is beautiful, in some odd way. As a mutt she is nothing special. But in truth her personality tells all. She is a medium sized dog. Only about three feet tall, which in a way makes her lean towards larger sizes.

Now onto her pelt shall we go? Her fur is deep hazel brown, soft as silk and brilliantly pictured. Wavy, light, and curly; three words to describe the soft furred dog. With a long tail like the feather of a swan. Only one detail changes the creatures fur, the dark black pot on her back as well as the black highlights on her ears and small muzzle. Her underbelly is a light tan color that spreads on to her chin and underneath her muzzle and tail.

Her head is normal sized for a dog of her size and her ears as well...but her eyes. Big and beautiful, black colored eyes. There is no other feature as eye catching on this dog than that of her eyes.

History:
Not but three years ago a pup was born. It was a day of celebration in the forest she had lived in. Her mother, a beautiful mutt like herself and her father a tall mutt. Yes her family was made of mutts. No one knows what breeds started their family but it seems as if it is already in place.

The father looked down on the three pups. They had already been named but he began to think of other names for a new litter when the autumn came around again. One male pup, Ember's Brother was named Elite. Elite was a slender gray pup with black highlights at the ears, back, and tail. He looked very much like his father, Narei. Her sister the cutest of them all, Nami. Nami resembled her mother with black fur and a white underbelly.

Last of the pups was Ember, the smallest of the litter. She was...ugly. Just a normal stray. She wasn't even worth taking care of at the time. Her mother pushed her away. And one night it just so happened a mother wolf was out hunting. Ember was lying on the cold ground, yards from her mother, Nanew. The wolf picked up the pup and took her to her den. The other pups were large than Ember but the mother was still making milk.

So basically she was raised by wolves. Though heres the twist. Finally she turned one. Life itself was tough. Not to mention her curious brothers. Several times had she been bitten and asked, "Why are your ears floppy?" By the time she was two...things changed, for the bad.

Elite and Nami were wondering around the wolf's den. The didn't know...And when they did. To late. The mother wolf had the two in her jaws, brought them in the den and blood poured. Huffing, heart jolting, Ember ran. Her paws burning hurtfully and her ears tucked behind her head.

Screaming barking. The wolf pups had tasted blood this time they wanted more. They were hungry for blood. Thirsting for it....after her. She hurtled. And where do you think she ended up after the wolves left? Thats right, Fennwell. Since then she has been living in the city, hoping to be alpha of Viridis.

Personality:
As said in the appearance. She is the voice of love and freedom. Beautiful and wonderous. Her first appearance towards many can be shady or flirtatious, depending on the gender or appearance. Although she is flirty and very odd, she will devote herself to one male and only one. Temper? Yeah, If annoyed she can get angry or just explode in tears. She doesn't really have the temper of a child, only one so as an adult and she barely gets that. But if ever force bred, she will throw a fit. And possibly attack if shes not weak. She also isn't just a girl. She isn't one you'd make fun of either. She can kill, can harm. She isn't very muscular but like all feral dogs she has teeth, claws, and body mass, as well as muscles.

Unlike most of those Girls that sit around and wait to be fucked by some idiot male who thinks their better than her, Ember has a mind, she will lead you on, don't be supridsed. She loves to be taunted and threatened by males. But if it goes to far and she is attacked she'll take into her own paws and attack. Yes she is fierce, lovable and truthful, yet she is a killer. She isn't one to lead evil, but one to lead a rebellion against many of the other feral dogs that wonder the streets.

IC:
Vile. Disgusting. Sick. Three words to describe the dark alley. Ears tucked behind her head. The alley was dark, sick. All it needed was more for her stay. A mattress lay in a corner, towels and dirty cloth lay near it. That would do...for tonight. The creature's quill-like tail swished back and forth playfully. She jumped onto the bed, shaking her fur and spreading her feminine scent in the alley.
She was feeling...hyper? Flirty? It wasn't to be told. The dog had always been the one that could easily be enticed into falling in love. But never had she had pups.
But this alley was hers and perhaps for a pack, if she had one. This sector of the city seemed to have the claim of Ember and she knew she would defend it with her life.
The love that blossomed into her soul, she felt it. Love. A bloom from some flower that was unknown. Deep within a place. A few thoughts buzzed through the dog's head as she prodded through the trash cans in her newly claimed alley. "I see nothing that could be useful for me or anyone else." The creature said to herself. Her tone sweet and sincere. A small 'twap' from behind a trash can was heard. Ember went to inspect it. A furry creature, small with an ugly tail. Rat. A creature whom she felt like. Dirty like a rat. She was...she was...different. A misfit from others, but an alpha.
After deciding this the rat was dead, thrown onto the borders of her land, "I will now call this place Viridis! My new Pack!" She shouted happily. Continuing back to the alley she had claimed as her own, yet on the way, She stopped in front of a building. The door open, she realized it was an old hotel, so she abandoned the alley for the comfort of a couch, though the stairs held more. More to explore...

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