07-16-2009, 10:27 PM
Kite. Her name. It had been a long time since she had heard it spoken aloud but...she didn't care. She was a grayscale timber wolf. The fur on her back was light gray, the fur on her sides dark gray, her legs black with light gray stockings that start partially down her legs. Her paws were white, along with her belly, chest and the lower half of her face. Her muzzle is light gray, along with the markings on her shoulders, the dots above her eyes, her brows, and the insides of her ears. HEr eyes were a light green/gold color, the underside of her tail was white, while the top side was dark grey. She can be vicious when you first meet her, for she was raised to be a fighter, What with her parents encouraging her and her siblings to fight amongst each other. Scars, three on her left shoulder, on on her left flank. Momentos of a past she would rather not speak about. She was tall, standing about 4 feet 5 inches at the shoulder, and long, around 5 feet in length...from nose to tailtip anyways. HEr eyes filled with some emotion, a strong one, pain maybe, she wandered the foothills of the mountains, never staying in one place to long for fear of being hunted by the alpha male of her old pack. She had killed the alpha female because the other had tried to kill her mother, and because of this, was cast out. Unable to prove her innocence in the matter, she left willingly, travelling far from the southern forest in which she had been born, up to the northern forested tundra, wishing to forget her past, and move on. Searching for a home, and one to call 'friend', Poor Kite looked around, wondering if there were others nearby.