Biography
"Why are you out here alone? Are there others coming?" Kyairo guessed that this male was of a high rank, or at least was a descendant of high-ranking wolves. Yes, his tone had caused her to grow weak at the knees, but then again, Kyairo had always been one who preferred males who could assert themselves. She didn't mind males who were a little more dominant than her, and so she hid a smirk, turning into a half-hearted snarl. "I'm not allowed out here alone?" Kyairo tilted her head slightly, ceasing her squirming for the time being, and then raised an eyebrow. She scoffed and rolled her eyes. "No, you twerp. I came here alone. On my own. At my own accord." Kyairo huffed, emphasizing the words 'alone' and on her 'own'.
There was a moments pause before the male spoke again. "And just why should I believe you?" Kyairo considered her answer, opening and closing her mouth several times before she answered by reaching up to wrap her forepaws around the male's neck, her claws grazing the nape ever so gently. "I could show you where my pack is, but they're several day's away from here...You should believe me." She looked up at him with her Hetero-chromatic brown and blue eyes, studying the dominant male. Her paws slipped away from him and she eased herself up into a half up right position, as upright as she could get. "I'm Kyairo..." She said tentatively, emerged in her thoughts about what this male could do to her. "What name does such...an attractive male like yourself posses?" See, Kyairo had never been one to play 'nicely' She preferred to play dirty, which was why most of her pack members tended to avoid her. Now, was one of those moments; she hooked Fenril under his jaw with one of her claws, although it wasn't intended to harm him. While she had him hooked, she placed the flat side of her claw under his chin, running it along his jaw line and then she leaned back, giving him some space again.
Kyairo was the ultimate cow, but when she wanted to, she was innocent. She was determined to reel Fenril into her grasps, but that being said, she wouldn't desert him like she often did with other males that she fooled. No, Fenril would be hers, and when something was hers, she became quite protective over it, and she still couldn't get over his domineering frame, god, just that could have killed her. "Just let me up...Please?" She half-begged.
Breeding Info
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| Personality
Kyairo is a female whom enjoys her pack members and the company they bring. She's an out-going little female, with an open heart for all, but disrespect her authority or a pack member and you've got another thing coming. She will personally hunt you down and set things straight once and for all and most of the time it ends with the other dead.
Preferences
Kyairo II prefers males are dominant, and know their place, males that aren't afraid to do a little rough-housing. She tends to stick by the alpha male, or a beta male, and in her case, this the particular male she has chosen is Fenril. He knows his place and Kyairo admires him for acknowledging the fact. She herself is quite a boisterous female, and tends to dominant others, although she is willing to submit to Fenril, bending at his every will.
Fenril's Link: http://www.wolfplaygame.com/wolf.php?id=463134
Special Skills
Kyairo II has a keen memory. Every little thing you say to her, or do, Kyairo II will remember, storing the information for a later date, which will either be used against you, or to your advantage, should a pack member want to be promoted to a higher ranking. Every little bit of detail is stored, and that's not just from her pack members. It's those who roam the boarders, either as rogues looking for a place to join The Outsiders, or a wolf working for a larger pack looking to take down her oack.
20 Rarity (12T/CH) 2nd Gen
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