Biography
Third Person POV
The small pup opened her eyes and let out a small yawn. She slowly stood up and looked around the den in which only a sleeping wolf laid. Her ears perked up at the sound of pups yips outside a the den. Walking out of the den, she saw pups jumping up trying to grab a rabbit from one of the hunters, Feathers To Flames. Feathers laughed at the small pups and let them tare into the rabbit's body.
Feathers's eyes caught sight of Odeur de mort sitting on the ground. He gave a light smile at her. Odeur watched Feathers as he trotted over to her and laughed. Staring down at her and licked her head before speaking.
"I see you have found a rose, my little daughter. Some say this is the strongest smelling flower during the year. What does it smell like to you?"
Odeur turned to the flower next to her. The rose was a shade of white instead of the normal red. Most roses near the had many different colors than a normal red. She put her nose in the flower and sniffed, only getting a small whiff of the scent. She looked up at her father with a frown.
"I can't really smell it but its sounds nice." She barked quickly. Odeur saw her father's smile drop a little before picking it back up. He ruffled her fur with his paw and laughed lightly. "Odeur de mort. There is something I must tell you." He sighed.
"You have hyposmia." Odeur tilted her head to the side and was about to say something but was cut off by her father. "It's a defect that makes it so most things have a weaker smell than normal." He looked back down at the pup before heading off to another patrol.
~1 Year Time-skip~
Odeur walked over towards her den after talking with her sister, only to see a fox sniffing around it. The fox pawed near the edges, not hearing Odeur approaching it until she was only a few feet away. Odeur let out a low growl at the fox and slowly stalked towards it, baring her fangs. Without warning, the wolf rushed forwards and snapped her jaws at the fox's face, missing it by only a few inches. The fox jumped to its feet and ran off, yipping high pitched noises into the forest.
The next day, Odeur was pulling one of her catches into her den, a whole deer. The deer got stuck in the vines and was easily killed. She noticed one of the wolves walking towards her with a smirk. Late Death In The Summer put a paw on the deer's body to stop it.
"Well well well. The outcast caught me lunch." Summer chuckled and grabbed one of the deer legs. Odeur growled at her before leaping forward, knocking her over. Summer looked at Odeur and glare before trying to push her off.
"Listen up." Odeur started. "I'm not the one the pack is selling to another pack, you are. The pack doesn't need you and so they are giving you away. And think about it, if no one wants you, the pack kills you. You are the outcast here, not me. I also won't be afraid to give you with a few scars before you leave."
Odeur got back on her feet and pushed the rest of the deer into her deer. Odeur glared back Summer and growl before going back into her den to sleep. Leaving the other female scared and whimpering.
Breeding Info
N/A
| Personality
Odeur is very grumpy. She often is quick to anger and snaps at others a lot. She is very aggressive towards most things.
Preferences
Odeur hates most wolves due to her having bad meetings with wolves both in the pack and out of the pack. One wolf she loves though it her sister, Posledneye zhelaniye. Odeur is also fine with Destin de leur foi. She looks up to her sister a lot.
Special Skills
Name in French: Odeur de mort
Meaning: Smell Of Death
◾ Gen 7
◾ Inbred
◾ 135 pounds
◾ -11 (Coward)
◾ 18 Rarity
◾ 4 talents
◾ Excellent Wresting
◾ Hyposmia defect
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🔽 Needs full battle
🔽 Needs full resolve
🔽 Needs full agility
🔽 Needs full maternal
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