Rhyfelwr

[Deuce♥]

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[bg=752B2B] ◊Rhyfelwr◊ •THREE YEARS OF AGE•FEMALE•ROUGE• Description Body: Rhyfelwr is a strong she-wolf, her build easily rivaling that of a male. Her muscles are tight and developed, and it fuels her strength, speed and endurance, allowing herself to hunt on her own, for the most part. Her entire being seems to scream warrior, as her name might suggest. She even carries herself like one, walking with deliberate cautiousness, as if she may be attacked at any moment, and the smooth stalking glide of a predator. Her body, particularly where her fur is shorter, is riddled with scars, most of them short and unnoticeable, but there are a fair amount of larger ones. She exudes an aura of danger. Coat: Rhyfelwr is quite average in her coloring. She has a grayish undercoat, with tan markings. Her back and flanks range from a silvery gray to a much darker charcoal hue. Her face, legs, underbelly, ears, and tail are more of a sandy, tan color. Her fur is of medium length, providing an ideal insulation, while her legs have very short hair, which feathers out slightly in the back. However, the area surrounding her mouth is an off-white, giving her face a coyote like coloring. Eyes: Her eyes are peculiar in the fact that they are a dark orange-red, and in certain lights, an deep red-brown. They don't appear to have even the slightest fleck of another shade in them, and her pupils are somewhat rounder, giving her a very faint owl like look. It has been said that her gaze is rather unnerving, for it's unique look gives it an eerie quality. Other: Rhy can shapeshift into an Eurasian Eagle Owl. Click. Personality Overall: Rhyfelwr is, to put it shortly, brazen, blunt, and trustworthy. She is bold with her words and unafraid to voice her opinions. She is quite straight forward, and always says what she thinks- which, more often than not, gets her into conflicts. She tends to follow closely to the ideals of a knight, valuing chivalry, honesty, and loyalty above just about anything else. While she enjoys fighting, she is not one to blindly kill, and abhors the thought of ending another wolf's life. Often considered too naive for her own good, Rhy tends to see the world in two 'colors'. Black and white. For her, there isn't really any shades of gray. While normally of a fairly good temper, anything remotely related to an insult against her, her lineage, or those who have her loyalty will quicken her anger. She is, after all, fiercely proud and more loyal than a dog. An oddity in her persona is her distinct fear of water. Drinking it is fine, but she shudders at the thought of entering it, particularly when she cannot see the bottom. Where others may find it a cool respite from the sun's rays, she views it as a evil, dark abyss, waiting to drag her down to a watery grave. This stems from a incident in her childhood. Likes: Fighting Winning Competing Honorable Wolves Chivalry Dislikes: Being Looked Down On Cowards Weaklings Being Dishonored Water History Born in late spring, Rhyfelwr was the strongest, the most robust of her litter. From an early age she showed an almost unnatural love for combat, and after quite some time, her mother tentatively decided to encourage it. She thrived on it, learning much earlier than other wolves the finer points of fighting, more than she would have learned with any of her litter-mates. Naturally, as the strongest, she began to take control of her siblings, leading them with a natural charisma. She was the one they looked up to, the one who defended them from the alpha's pups. After all, they were not children of the alphas, having been born after their mother was taken in by the pack, alone, wounded, and her mate dead. Despite this bullying from the other pups, that part of her life was peaceful, and it continued to be, for some time. Near the end of her second year of life, Rhy was resting with her brothers and sisters near a large cliff overlooking the sea, when it happened. A large brute, one of the alpha's sons, who had been Rhy's rival as a child, came to try and even the score they had. For a while, it amused her, watching him get angrier and more flustered at her lack of a reaction. It was only when he called her fatherless did she snap. It all happened so quickly- she had risen to her feet, and they had circled each other for a few moments. The blood had been roaring in her ears, her eyes completely focused on him in anger. She had sprinted as fast as her strong legs could carry her, and had tried to pin the bastard down. He had barely seen the attack coming, and had taken a large step back as he tried to avoid the charge. And then, he fell over the edge, a look of pure shock etched on his face (and into Rhy's memory) as he tumbled over, falling onto the rocks below, which rendered him unconscious. He then had slid into the water, and drowned. And she could only watch. When the alpha had heard the news, he went ballistic, and tried to kill her. Her siblings stood up for her, five in all, and shielded their sister as she had shielded them from his rage. When he calmed down, he had sent her packing, never to return on the pain of death. It was then that her distress caused her to shift as she soared away, her mind muddled. Eventually, she gained control over her abilities, and arrived quickly in this land.

[~Ice Blitz~]

Is the name welsh?

[Deuce♥]

Yeah, it is... I hope the translation was right, since I only had the help of google translate haha >.>

[~Ice Blitz~]

*shrug* I couldn't tell you. ^^ The only welsh I know is a few things I learned when I decided to self-teach myself welsh...4-5 years ago. XDDDD But it definitely -looks- welsh.

[†Wulfie]

I like her