coloring (c) by myself! Torah is tall for her kind, standing around 32 inches at the shoulder, all long legs and narrow lines that make her look like she was built to outrun the world rather than stand still in it. Her build is lean and hard-earned—athletic without being bulky, light but unmistakably strong. There’s a constant tension in the way she holds herself, like she’s never fully at rest, even when she’s lying down.
Her coat is dark and heavy, a deep charcoal that swallows light, broken by softer gray along her face, chest, and underside. It grows long and wild, never quite lying flat, as if the wind has decided it belongs there. Scars interrupt the fur in places—thin pale lines across her legs, her flank, her muzzle. They aren’t hidden, and she doesn’t try to smooth them over. They’re just there, part of her.
Torah’s face is sharp and tired in a way that has nothing to do with age. Her eyes are pale and watchful, always tracking, always measuring. Even when she’s calm, there’s something guarded in her expression, like she’s expecting the moment to turn. Her ears rarely sit fully upright or fully relaxed; they hover somewhere in between, tuned to everything around her.
She wears a worn collar etched with soft, swirling markings. It’s old, scuffed, and clearly well-loved—one of the few things she’s kept without replacing. On her, it feels less like decoration and more like a quiet reminder of who she is and where she belongs.
When Torah moves, it’s smooth but careful. Her stride is long and graceful, but there’s a subtle hitch to it on bad days—her right knee reminding her of past fights she won at a cost. She compensates without thinking, adjusting her weight, pushing through it with stubborn resolve. When she runs, though, it’s hard to tell anything is wrong at all. She becomes a streak of dark fur and motion, built for speed, built to chase.
Up close, she smells faintly of rain and earth.
Personality Description:
Torah is forged from motion, instinct, and hard-earned resolve. She is not gentle by nature, nor does she pretend to be—but beneath the scars and sharp edges lies a deeply loyal, self-sacrificing soul. She lives to do: to hunt, to run, to protect, to serve a purpose greater than herself. Idleness unsettles her. Silence is only comfortable when it’s shared with the night sky or the steady rhythm of rain.
As a leader in the hunt, Torah is calculating and disciplined. She thinks several steps ahead, favoring efficiency over bravado, and will put herself in harm’s way without hesitation if it means keeping her pack safe. Glory means nothing to her; survival means everything. Her selflessness often goes unnoticed—by design. She does not seek praise and may even bristle at it.
That said, Torah’s temper is as legendary as her strength. She is stubborn to a fault, slow to change her mind once it’s set, and quick to bare her teeth when challenged or dismissed. Being underestimated—especially due to her breed or build—cuts deeper than most realize, and she answers judgment with action rather than words. When anger flares, it burns hot and fast, sometimes overriding reason.
Despite her hardened exterior, Torah harbors a quiet compassion. She is patient with those who are learning, protective of the vulnerable, and surprisingly gentle when she believes no one is watching. She values honesty, effort, and loyalty above all else, and once someone earns her trust, she will defend them with a ferocity that borders on reckless.
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Strengths:
-Hardened fighter. Torah is skilled in combat and has lost very few fights. She wears the scars to tell the story-
-Strong Physical Strength. Torah is quite the beast. Maybe it's what makes her combat so fierce-
-Strategic and selfless. She's not a selfish person, believe it or not. It's never about her, but for her pack.-
Weaknesses:
-Stubborn. Torah is too stubborn, and due to this, she doesn't have an open mind.-
-Aggressive. Her aggressiveness is it's own weakness, as sometimes, she is quick to anger.-
-Bad Leg. Torah has seen her fair share of battle. And, being 5, she's in the prime of her life. Yet, due to her battles, she has a weakened right knee. It's good most days... but serves as her major weakness.-
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Likes:
- Hunting - she takes any opportunity she can to pursue prey and loves the thrill of the chase. This is influenced by her love for herding-
- Running - energetic, she can tear through the forest at an incredible pace-
- Being busy - Torah can hardly stay still and prefers to be occupied at all times-
- Helping others out-
- Nighttime - something about the moon is so soothing…-
- Learning - easily trained by her owner, she has continued her curiosity and chases knowledge like it’s a rabbit.-
- Rain, and the smell of it-
Dislikes:
- Fire - it awakens bad memories for her, and she never wishes to feel the heat of it again-
- Being looked down upon for her size/species - her size has its disadvantages, but she works hard to make up for it. Being judged for her species, however? It’s cruel.-
- Confined spaces - unless she’s somewhere safe, like a den, Torah usually feels trapped-
- Being cut off - she’s not a huge talker, but she wants others to listen when she has something to say-
- Violence - Though she may start it...-
Injuries/Conditions:
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Weakened Right Knee
Origin: Sustained during her escape from a structure fire while still owned; worsened later through repeated combat and overuse.
Duration: ~4 years.
Notes: The joint never healed correctly. Most days it holds, but prolonged running, sharp turns, cold weather, or heavy strain can cause stiffness or buckling. This is her most significant weakness and the injury she actively works around.
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Old Burn Scarring (Minor)
Origin: House fire during her owned life.
Duration: ~4 years.
Notes: Mostly cosmetic now, hidden beneath her coat. Some areas remain sensitive to heat and pressure. Fire triggers a strong fear response tied to this trauma.
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Healed Laceration Scars (Multiple)
Origin: Past fights—both wild encounters and early pack conflicts.
Duration: 2–4 years.
Notes: No longer open or dangerous, but some scars pull when she stretches too far or ache during weather changes.
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Reduced Lung Endurance (Smoke Damage)
Origin: Smoke inhalation during the fire she escaped.
Duration: ~4 years.
Notes: Not immediately obvious, but during long pursuits or extended fights, her breathing becomes harsher sooner than expected. She has adapted by pacing herself strategically.
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Chronic Muscle Strain (Shoulders & Hindquarters)
Origin: Years of overexertion, high-speed hunting, and taking on physically demanding roles.
Duration: Ongoing.
Notes: Leads to stiffness after heavy work or rest. She rarely allows herself adequate recovery time.
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Pain Tolerance Masking / Overexertion Habit
Origin: Learned behavior from survival and responsibility.
Duration: Since early adulthood.
Notes: Torah ignores pain signals and pushes past safe limits, often worsening existing injuries. This is more behavioral than physical but contributes heavily to her condition.
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Kin:
OPEN for discussion.
Romantic Relationship(s):
PM me.
Offspring:
Heaven's no.
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Background/History:
Torah’s first life was not a wild one.
She was raised under human care from a young age—handled, trained, and taught to listen. Structure came early to her, along with routine and expectations. She learned commands quickly, not because she was obedient by nature, but because she was curious and sharp, eager to understand how things worked. Her collar was placed around her neck during that time, pale markings etched into it by hands that once mattered to her.
For a while, she was valued.
But humans are inconsistent in ways animals feel before they understand. A move. A change. Too much energy, too much size, too much dog. Torah didn’t fit neatly into the life expected of her, and what was once patience slowly turned into neglect. She was kept contained more often than not—spaces too small, movement too restricted. Fire is what ended it. An accident. A blaze that spread faster than anyone expected. Heat, smoke, shouting. The memory of it lodged itself deep and never truly left.
She escaped with burns and injuries she never fully recovered from, her right knee damaged in the chaos of it all. Whether she was abandoned or simply left behind never mattered much to her. What mattered was that when everything burned, she was alone.
The wild didn’t welcome her. She had to learn it the hard way.
Torah ran for days, relying on instincts she hadn’t needed before. Her training kept her alive long enough to adapt—commands turning into self-discipline, structured movement becoming strategy. She learned how to hunt not for sport, but for survival. She learned which fights were worth taking, and which scars were worth keeping.
She encountered her current pack cautiously, collar still around her neck, body worn thin but eyes sharp. They didn’t trust her at first. The scent of humans clung to her. Her movements were strange—too controlled, too deliberate. Torah didn’t beg for acceptance. She stayed on the edges, proved her usefulness in silence, shared what she caught, and respected boundaries even when she didn’t understand them.
Over time, the pack learned what she already knew: she was dependable.
Her rise to Lead Hunter came through action rather than ambition. Torah read terrain like a map, planned hunts with careful efficiency, and took the most dangerous roles without complaint. She protected younger and weaker members instinctively, stepping in without being asked. The collar was never removed—not out of loyalty to her past, but because it no longer owned her. It became a marker of survival, a reminder that she endured both worlds and belongs fully to neither.
She is content where she is now.
Other:
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Winter Month: 3 
Day 
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