Tamara ;

[T a m a r a]

Name ;

Tamara.


Age ;

One Year & 4 Monthes.


Gender ;

Female


Size ;

Big


Breed ;

Wolf Hybrid

Picture ;


Looks ;

Tamara looks like a giant black wolf. She is actually a hybrid wolf. She is half wolf, half husky. She has thick fur in the winter to keep her protected of the cold tempertures. She has stunning amber eyes, they put you in a trance that you can't get out of. At night the amber eyes look like a dark red color, so she is mistaken for a demon by humans. When she was born she did have blue eyes, but they changed color for an odd reason. Her claws have crimson - stained tips because of many fights she got into over prey.

Personality ;

Tamara is short tempered, it isn't wise to argue with her because she is quite vicious. She always has a sentence than can start an argument, from small mocking fights to teeth and claw fights. She isn't very full of herself, meaning she won't go around screaming "I'm The Best Dog Here! There's no other dog like me!" Though, one time, she did say that she was the only half - wolf half - dog animal in the whole entire planet. You have a good friend if you decide to make friends with her, she'll stand up with you and stay by your side till death if she has to.

History ;

When Tamara was born, her mother died because of the loss of blood. Her father, who was half husky, wanted nothing to do with her. She was left alone to fend for herself, all until she meet a old wolf named Fuji. Fuji was a old, but strong male wolf. He protected Tamara from danger and kept her fed and warm during cold nights. He taught her the way of the wolf, this is why Tamara acts more wolf than dog. One night, when Tamara turned Nine Monthes, Fuji was killed by hunters. Angry and outraged, Tamara killed one of the hunters, but felt like she needed more revenge. She sat vigual, a snow storm brewed and it was too cold to bare. Tamara burried Fuji into the freezing earth, this is why she has hate for anything to do with humans. She also doesn't like dogs because her father abandoned her, all she has left now is herself.

Role - Play Sample ;

Pineneedle padded around the clearing, she allowed a yawn to pass through her mouth. It was sunhigh and she was heading twards the fresh kill pile. It was pitifuly small, and there was only a few. Enough to take to the elders, she decided to take a small mouse from the pile and pad over to a log. She then thought that she would go hunting, but alone. She padded out of the camp entrance. She began to sprint to a small clearing, she opened her mouth and tasted the air. Mouse! She said to herself. She got into a hunter's crouch and followed the scent. She saw the mouse nibbling on a tiny seed, she slowly crept forward. When she was a few tail-lengths away, she pounced. She felt the flesh in her paws, she quickly bit the mouse's throat. She silently thanked Starclan for her piece of prey. She dug her claws into the soft, cold earth and made a small hole. She inserted the mouse into the hole and embed the mouse into it. She then went on for her hunt. At the end of the day she caught two mice and one shrew. She then padded over to the warrior's den, after making sure everyone in the clan was fed. She curled up into a little ball and began to dream of where the forest was full of prey and life and every clan was happy. There was no war, there was no depression, and there was no death. She was free from sickness and darkness, there was no burden on her shoulders. She then woke up to see that the camp was on fire. She quickly sprang up. She was lucky it was only a small fire. She began to kick dust over it, other warrior's joined in. Soon the fire was out and the clan was safe, but the question was. For how long?

Other ; None

[Breeze]

Accepted!