Name: Ruika
Age: 1.6 // 15 months
Gender: Female
Breed (or human): Black Timber // Human
Color (hair and eye color for humans): Silvery Gray Eyes / Dark glossy
purple-black hair ~ Black Fur With A streak Of White On Chest / Tawny Eyes
Weight: 88 lbs.~ 89 lbs.
Description: Avatar :: Wolf ~ Signature :: Human
History: Ruika, her name given to her by her grandmother, was meant at one time to rise her pack’s hopes. She was to be the last black cub born in her lands, and since the majority of the population was either arctic wolves or black wolves, she was labeled evil, since now only the arctic wolves would reign. She never understood what they meant, so she just ignored everyone and set out on her own. Although that was her downfall, always journeying far from home, she always somehow managed to return. But, there was a span of time that she was gone for a few weeks, and when she returned… a weird, eerie smell had invaded her pack lands. The wolves were fine, but she was cautious beyond reasoning. Again, after a week, the smell grew even stronger, and her instincts, as young as she might have been back then… maybe a few months, 2 or so in human years. Run… that one word was all that she needed, and she disappeared, aiming to escape unnoticed although failing, before lying and saying that she was taking a simple walk. Everyone had it, and she dared not get to close. She had an odd vibrating feeling that she was in danger, as well as everyone else. Yeah, everyone used to ignore her words… but when she needed to be heard the most, they ignored her still. She left then, knowing that, no matter how hard she tried, she would not be acknowledged here. Barely turning three in human years, she left quickly, and an unnatural disease had killed every single wolf in her pack, even though it was large, only a few that never joined a pack lived, yet soon also died from the spreading “virus”. She was only given time, and it took a month to escape the entire lands. They were far and wide, stretching father than the horizon. But she kept on… and finally made it out… yet… still, she was far too young to keep going on the simple foods, scavenging and struggling… either perish or start to actually hunt… And she decided to live. She hunted only the smallest things she could find, and luckily… she survived until she reached these lands, forced to hunt animals no bigger than she was only months before – small and fragile looking, yet healthy.
Other: She is… unbearably innocent?
Society (humans only): --?
This post has been edited by Ruika on Feb 18 2006, 05:00 PM