Bambi!

[Dere]

Name: Bambi.
Age: Three years.
Gender: Female.
Breed: Italian Wolf. {It's a subspecies of graywolf, so it should be allowed, Na~?}
Tribe: Darkness.
Rank: She's a member. {...}





Eye color: Yellow.
Pelt color: Black.
Markings: She says she has none, but she has a swift burst of gray over her back feet making a slight swirl position. She also has long strokes of blue going over her left eye, making it look like a blue scar.
Height: 130 cm.
Weight: 60 pounds.


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Likes: The moon, herself, The icy winter breeze, wood, sweet tasting prey, 'music.'
Dislikes: Cheery males {Although, if she ever has a romance, I would prefer opposite attract.}, the sun, wolves with markings.
Full Personality: Bambi is a emotional, hateful wolf. She has a problem with males, believing them to be stupid and lower in ranking, even though she doesn't show it. Despite this fact, she is incredibly loyal. Whenever Bambi is ever asked anything, she replies in a hard, steely tone, unless the wolf asking is higher in level. Bambi has no feeling toward any other wolf, not even towards her parents. Even though her overall personality is cruel, she has a creative, inventive and musical side. If Bambi knew of human music, she would prefer classical. This may seem odd, but you shouldn't judge a book by it's cover.





Birth Day: July 20th.
Birth tribe:Unknown, probably Darkness.
Family: N/A.
History: Bambi's life was normal for about six months. Until of course, something bad happened, just like your average stories.

It started when Bambi started 'exploring' around the territory {Without permission, she didn't think she'd need it.} While she was exploring, she found something odd, that rank of sour smells. She approached the odd creature, and it flashed at her, just like that! It sunk its teeth deep into her right leg, crippling her. But only momentarily. She let out a hardy whimper and limped away. Bambi use to be childish even at that age. She didn't know any better, she wasn't the 'brightest' wolf ever. Upon returning, nobody seemed to care about her, they'd glance at her and not care. What was this? What was she? The other wolves didn't seem to care one bit. They went on with their day. Even though this seems like a stupid reason to turn your leaf, she did anyway. She was now a cold, anti-social wolf. But what she didn't know, is that she looked the same to them. There was no blood coming from her wound. If only she'd known, maybe Bambi could have been better.

[Stella]

Accepted