April 19 2009
Yes luperci
Female
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Gunner stretched her long arms beautiful long blood red hair flowing down the she wolfs back. Her eyes closed as a yawn split through her maw. It was so fucking good to be alive. Her long strong legs held her firm in her spot while she took the time to move her body and stretch herself. Her coat shimmered against the evening sun, it glistened like fresh blood. Her hair was wavy as it fell down to her lower back. A small scar the shape of a gun laid over her right breast.
She hadn't be on these lands for more then a few hours. She'd known when she had come into a wolf claimed territory. The scents had made her growl deep in her throat with excitment. Gunner, the untamable she wolf. Beautiful beyond any kind of natural luck. She was tall with curves and muscle in the right places. Her lush blood pelt only added to her unatainable nature.
She did as she pleased, rutted with other wolves when she saw fit, and killed when she thought was nessasary. In no way was she a mean spirit, but a hot burning flame she was for sure. Her eyes finally opened after her long stretch and her yellow eyes scanned over ledge of the cliff she stood on. There was no way this she wolf would know the former constable had taken her life on this very long drop below. She shoved a hand through her hair and took a deep intake of the sea breeze.
Something about this place had caught her attention. It was like this land had her captivated and stuck where she stood. So then the land had chosen her? "All fucking right. Guess this shit is settled." The she wolf popped a squat on a rock and watched the red light make her coat even more eye catching. Unlike the flames she was a deeper red, but only by a smidge, her coat was like blood, that powerful liquid that kept us alive.
It was strange to finally have chosen her home. Not once did the idea that the alpha of these lands would have to accept her. Gunner was way to independant for that line of thought. She'd never had to get permission from anyone. Why would now be any different? Moving from the rock down to the grass she laid back and stretched out watching the sun set. She did not howl she did not move. This already felt like fucking home. A sadistic little grin weasled onto her face.