Biography
Dasmiea padded through the thick undergrowth alone. She saw a squirrel chewing on an acorn, but didn't even try to pounce on it. She didn't care that her ribs were sticking through her ribs. She hated that no pack wanted her. She hated that she had switched 7 times, and still been kicked out into the cruel world. She often wondered why she was ever created.
She heard a crack behind her. She whipped around only to crash into a male wolf.
His muzzle was covered in blood, but his gold eyes were calm and kind. His coat was a shady grey. He looked stronger than her, but even more light weight. His own ribs were showing.
"Sorry," Dasmiea muttered, before turning to pad away.
"It's alright," the male said kindly.
"I was just passing through," Dasmiea replied in a quick uncertain voice, as she backed away.
"Packless?"
Dasmiea gave a brief nod.
"You could join us," the male suggested. "I'm sure my pack would understand."
"Your Alpha Male wouldn't," Dasmiea said. "No Alpha Male would accept me, even though the pack would welcome me with affection."
"I think our Alpha Male will," the male said, a smile on his face.
"Why do you think that?" Dasmiea asked.
"Because," he said slowly. "My name is Whistle, and I'm the Alpha Male of the Stormdance pack."
Breeding Info
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| Personality
Coming soon~
Preferences
Realistic role play looks; http://img14.deviantart.net/cf40/i/2012/167/a/5/what_a_beautiful_wolf_by_allerlei-d53nqem.jpg
Special Skills
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