Aeva // F

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Aeva

Inscribed;
Aeva;


Born;
Tundra Wolf


Genetically;
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Existence;
four and a half years


Drawn;
Aeva's characteristic are those of the large Tundra Wolf. Her species, a division of the Grey Wolf, is not well known. Her fur is, as many of her kind is, a dark gray-black with lighter grays surrounding her throat, the base of her tail, under belly and the inner areas of her legs. Aeva bears the muscled frame that so inconspicuously lies beneath the coal ebony of her coat. The fur lying atop her skull, throat and chest gathers a silky, soft texture, relating to long velvet, or something close. However, the rest of her frame exudes thicker, more coarse hair that protects her from all outer harm. Her jaws are sloping and pointed and her ears are tall, but not quite so wide as some. Now to the eyes.. The fae's darkly tinted lanterns are hazy green in her right, and brilliant orange in her left. Her weight is average; about 122 pounds.



Reactions;
Aeva is very dominant in the sense of a leadership. She enjoys taking the lead, to be one that is looked up to and respected. For her, respect is earned, not granted. Aeva is not easily trusting. She is extremely cautious in making acquaintances, though not quite so in the sense of life. Her large size have made her bold, unafraid and shameless. Battling for several years have made her mentally mature and an excellent strategical canine. While she would avoid fighting if she saw it fit, the femme does not back away from a fight.

On a higher note, Aeva has quite the sense of humor when the right time is present. Her life revolves around thriving, and she frequently uses sarcasm out of habit.

Aeva is fiercely dedicated to her pack and acquaintances, and there is nothing she would not sacrifice for them. There are few exceptions to her dedication, and most would be overlooked.


Historical;
Her history is not devastating, nor is it all that common. Born to a Tundra mother in a litter of two, a male and a female, Aeva had a good life going for her. There came a day when her first birthday rolled around and an older, mature male approached the family. Offering many rewards for only the price of dedication, the family would be assisted in anything they needed. The mother, being a rejected female from her old pack for her threat as a beta's daughter, quickly accepted. In return, she gave her daughter to the care of the pack, to be taught all she needed to know. Fighting, the qualities of a loyal and true alpha, hunting, tracking, etc. The times were good and the pack worked like a well oiled machine.

However, the good times ended when the food source drastically depleted due to disease and starvation. The herds moved on, but the alpha was a fool. Causing seven out of eleven wolves in his pack to die of either rebellion or starvation. The four remaining wolves included Aeva, her mother, a son of the wolf who invited Aeva's mother and the alpha. The alpha's ridiculous behavior concluded in his death in Aeva's jaws. She would not let her mother die the slow death of her brother. Nor the Rontu, the male. The three were led by Aeva for some time, before Rontu found a female and left. Aeva's mother, did the same, seduced by a rogue male.

On her own, Aeva used her knowledge to survive, never unhappy, but always alone.


Other;
I'll be making a table request soon. :)
Pack: Warriors, perhaps?