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[✖ sanni]

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» if death meant just leaving the stage long enough to change costume and come back as a new character, would you slow down, or speed up?


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» DON'T JU DGE M E; please?


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Words. Sentences. Communication. Thought process. There are many ways to describe my personality, and many ways not to. Only you can decide which is most comforting. Like most normal species, I've been the same one my whole life: a wolf. And I'd like to keep it that way. Mutations aren't my forte. They're strange. But please, don't judge me, for I do not generally judge others. I am nothing, if not fair, my friends. I have a unique viewpoint on subjects that others have not seemed to acquire. To them, I am strange. I am the mutant, in mental standings, rather than physical. I prefer to keep my thoughts to myself, and I have a maternal instinct for my entire pack, family, whatever the hell those damned humans call it. My mother saw an Alpha trait in me, but to this day, I do not believe that is possible. With power in my paws, I wouldn't know what to do with it. I assume I would try to keep the peace between my pack mates, and have them away from any intended harm.
One issue I face is that I have a very hard time picking a proper mate... I'm not very good at it. There aren't many male wolves who spark an interest in me. I'm looking for one who can... please me, physically, mentally, and spiritually, like I would assume most wolves do. But no, they look for something else. Just sex? Just appearance? Certainly not intelligence, considering most females wouldn't try to educate themselves past common knowledge. Yes, men are in power. I just wished they appealed to me at all.

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» Hey I look R E G U L A R;...Right?

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What do I look like? Nothing out of the ordinary. I prefer it that way. I don't draw attention to myself. My base pelt is a medium cream that lightens at my face and legs, and my secondary coat is a light brown which is spread as a mask on my face, and on my back like a saddle. There's light brown also covering the upper half of my tail. I have a third, thinner, darker coat. It's a medium to dark brown, which covers the back of my ears, masks around my eyes, is shown on my muzzle, worn as a "fur collar" around my neck (this is not as visible), and rides as a smaller saddle on my back. The darker fur also is on the upper half of my tail, and cuts off half way down it. I have a few flecks of ginger in my pelt which is visible on my snout, and some belly fur between my forelegs and hind legs. My hind legs show a lot of muscle for a female, around the same amount of muscle a male would show on his hind legs, and my forelegs are average. My hind legs have proved to give me the ability to jump higher and farther than most of my female comrades. How many words was I supposed to give? I have two scars that run down my back in an upside down "V," but I do not recall where I attained them from. I'm just glad no one notices they're there, since my fur covers all evidence. I assume only my... mate would be able to discover they're there, if I had one. My claws are all black, except for one odd toenail on my right hind leg that is a piercing white, compared to the rest.

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» My Past Isn't That

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My history is long, foreboding, difficult. I don't know if you'd understand, but I guess I should give my points anyway. Well, it's not that difficult to explain. A simpleton would be able to understand what my history is, but what I really want to get across was how I felt in every moment of every time my life was thrown off balance, off the spectrum.
My mother tells me that years and years back, my ancestors were not wolves. They were hybrids. Halflings. Dogs with wolf blood, and wolves with dog blood. At first, I couldn't believe it. I was torn. Dogs have always been the enemy, bringing humans to destroy what was ours. She assured me that I was more than ³/_4ths wolf. Around 85%. But that's not enough. I don't want to be a mutt, a hybrid, a halfling. But that's how it ought to be, I guess. I took comfort from the fact that some poor ancestor of mine was 50% each, instead of one or the other. I was mostly wolf, and I felt all. No one would discover that I was a hybrid, unless they were nuzzling my fur. Only the roots of my pelt still hold the odd, halfling scent, but I was pure wolf on the outside. I just hope that none of my pack mates get too close.
My mother was murdered my an anonymous killer, and sometimes I fear he or she is coming after me too. Scout, my beloved twin sister, went missing after the incident. I still feel our mental connection, so she's either dead and with me as a spirit, or still alive and kicking, trying to survive out there. That's all of my history I dare to share.

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Completed.

[Sibertiger]

Great job Sanni! I love how you did it, 1st person view .
Your wolf is ACCEPTED.