Raven - Loner

[Raven]

Name: Raven
`` Was named Raven because she was born next to a nest of Raven eggs.

Gender: Female

Age: 3 Years

Breed: Alexander Archipelago

Rank: Loner

Mate(or to-be mate): None

Crush(or to-be crush): None

Appearance: Despite her size, Raven is a strong independent wolf with a coarse black pelt. Though her pelt is not completely black because on her chest and the tip of her muzzle is a white spot. Most of the time she has a well groomed pelt except for days when its to cold to even move. She stands about two feet high and three feet from muzzle to tail tip. Due to her status as a loner, she isn't as well fed as the packs and tips the scale at a meager 25 pounds. With that being said she has a frail appearance to her as ribs can be seen from a short distance away. But that doesn't mean she won't fight for a scrap of meat and has a chance at winning. Although her pelt is rather dark her eyes add a new bit of life to her scrawny appearance. The iris of her eyes are a gentle icy blue to generally shine at all times of day no matter what her mood is. Most of the time her eyes are hollow-less of emotions and just serve the purpose of scouting out foot. Her nails are black and rather dull since she digs through the dirt trying to find out small bugs to eat when she can't catch any type of prey.

Personality: Raven is a quiet wolf who tends to shy away from the dangers of running into another pack but with prey being so hard to catch she's taking the risk to find scraps in the packs territory. Although joining the pack might be the best solution to her hunger problems, she was raised with terrible stories of their life. She also doesn't like water and tries to stay as far away from huge bodies of the murderous liquid. Another problem that Raven has found with living the life of a loner is her fear of storms. When a large thunderstorm comes around she finds herself cowering in caves or high grounds to avoid the floods. Though despite all of her fears, Raven loves to run. She'll run for miles on a good day, specially if she has eaten something recently.

History: Raven was born on a nice spring day, the birds were chirping, flowers just starting to bloom and love once again was in the air. Her mother had found a hollowed tree next to an abandoned raven's nest with a few unhatched eggs and some baby birds that were crying for food, easy snacks. In time Raven had grown up from the weak and defenseless pup she was. She'd grown up on squirrel and rabbits, small prey that was easy for her single mother to catch alone. She also grew up on hideous stories of pack life, something her mother knew to well. Those stories cause Raven to fear and even hate the pack that lied just miles away from where she was born. After growing a bit more, Raven's mother taught her how to hunt and soon they were bring down small deer. However when she was two years old, her mother drowned in a terrible flood. This left her alone and afraid. She laid by her mothers side for countless days until hunger finally tore them apart. For the past year Raven has struggled to survive and sometimes thinks of just giving up. She's even been tempted to join the pack.

Roleplay example: Hunger gnarled on her stomach as the scent of rain filled the air. Raven, three years old, starving and left to live life alone. Her blue eyes searched the fast dry lands that she roamed. Nothing. Softly she signed and continued walking across the cracked earth. A light breeze combed through her pelt and parts of the brown, dead grass on the ground. Then something moved. Something caught her attention and quickly her blue gaze was scanning to find the moment. A rabbit, off in the distance scavenging for food. This was her chance. She found herself tracing over her mothers tips for hunting. Then within seconds she was running across the dusty land, the rabbit still fairly unaware of its near fate. The closer she got the more her mouth watered. Suddenly the rabbit made a break for it and disappeared into a burrow. Raven skidded and collapsed to the ground in exaction. She took slow, deep breaths trying to slow her heart rate down. "Stupid rabbit." She mumbled to herself as he blue eyes drifted towards the horizon before she closed them.

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