ardent

born to die



Azalea

Loner

age
6 Years
gender
Female
gems
85
size
Medium
build
posts
444
player
09-13-2013, 07:34 PM




Azalea had been described as an angel, her features surely reminiscent of one. Pale white coat and a head dipped in auburn she was certainly a sight to behold. Limbs carried her delicately through the lands meant for wolves much harder than she. The little dove by all rights appeared the type to cry over bloodshed. Looks would be deceiving and nearly always were, though, for Azalea was a child walking away from the light with eyes pinned on the dark.

She was not meant for such a brutal life but oh so rarely did one truly choose the path the walked on. The daughter of light was still largely good, bathed in a pool of light and only casting a dark shadow. From a young age she has been a fighter and with maturity came an independence and fire that could not be broken. Azalea was the heir to her pack, Valhalla, and needed to learn to better protect herself. That was the excuse given when she so foolishly went looking for trouble, like she was now, and the grim truth was that Azalea loved the thrill of the fight. She loved the intoxicating rush of adrenaline and the taste of red iron on her tongue.

Before her sat an opponent, this she knew by the look on the wolf's face. The phantom she-wolf before her sat in stark silence. The ravens circled above for the meeting of two wolves here almost always meant bloodshed. What more could the greedy scavengers ask for than wolves ripping each other apart. One could not help but wonder if the birds found themselves godly, if they thought it their divine power that caused the wolves to war against their own kind. Eyes of fire laid upon the wolf and she dipped her head, courteous. To battle a stranger, she would do it right. "Evening, I am Azalea Adravendi."

Her eyes looked around, more for show than actually searching, "Wolves come here for very few reasons and you don't look like you're searching for a pack so I am under the impression you are here for a fight. If so, I will accept your challenge." She raised her crown high, taking a single step closer.