Biography
Wolifa Was a princess in her old pack, she loved to be called "Your Highness" for it made her feel above the world. she was the oldest princess, and was the second most dominate in her pack. She was next for the throne, and the heir to the pack. But when Wolifa turned 2, chaos erupted. Her beloved pack went to war, and the King died, along with the General, Wolifa's future mate. The Queen was sick and dying, and Wolifa was ready to take on her new role as Queen, but Wolifa's younger sister was power hungry and jealous of her. One night, when Wolifa was asleep, her sister attacked her. Wolifa ran for her life, and barely managed to escape her sister's vicious fangs.
A year later, she went back to her old pack, hoping mother was still alive. Her old pack mates were startled to see her, and they told her what happened. Wolifa's sister told the pack that she was dead. The Queen also died of her sickness, so her sister took over as Queen instead of her. Wolifa was furious, and wanted to kill her sister. She went to the throne room, her mind crying for blood and revenge. There she was, her sister was sitting on the throne that was supposed to be hers. Her sister saw her, and instantly cowered in fear. Wolifa was much stronger than her stupid sister. "Liar! YOU DIRTY DANM LIAR!" Wolifa lunged with blinded rage at her sister, and easily tore open her neck. The guards did nothing, they were also angry for Wolifa's sister for lying. Her sister began to plead. "Please, sister... i'm sorry. I wanted to be like you, but I knew I never could. All I wanted was to be at the top and-" Wolifa cut her off with a loud crack. The Sister howled as Wolifa broke her frong leg. "IF YOU KNEW WHAT WOULD HAPPEN, YOU SHOULD HAVE NEVER ATTACKED ME AND LIED ABOUT IT!" Wolifa was about to snap her sisters' neck when two young pups peeked out from behind the throne... One male that looked like the Sister, and a female that looked like.... Wolifa. Wolifa stared at the pups in awe and suprise. What was she doing? She looked at her sister, bracing herself for death below her. Wolifa lifted her paw and let her sister free. Her wounded sister limped toward her crying pups and started to lick tears off their face. Wolifa left the throne room. Mabye she wasn't ment to be queen after all.
It was winter, a cold one. Wolfia was making her way through the snow. She was now three years old, and desperate for a mate. She was force breed to a gang a wolfs. Their leader showed no mercy. Wolifa found a small cave to take shelter in. She climes in, only to find a young wolf shivering in the corner. She approached the wolf, who was male. He looked up at her, desperate for warmth. Wolifa saw the sadness in his eyes and happily curled up next to him. his fur was covered in ice, but it soon melted away. Hours passed. "What's your name?" The little male asked. "Wolifa." She responded. "I'm Iyau, I was abandoned by my mother as a pup. Thanks for helping me, really." The two talked and talked for hours on end. and thus a new pack was made.
Breeding Info
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| Personality
Positive Traits
Forgiving
Cooperative
Friendly
Courageous
Accepts whatÂ’s given
Considerate
Generous
Modest
Self-giving
Unselfish
Negative Traits
Jealous
Untrusting (Sometimes)
Stubborn
Convenience first
Unforgiving
Spiteful
life canÂ’t be trusted
Preferences
"I guess that's just part of loving people: You have to give things up. Sometimes you even have to give them up."
Special Skills
Great Eyesight
Great Leadership
Strong
Smart
Agile
Great Howler
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