Vi x Cree

Decided to take another pup, that way you don't have to decide who to give Lust to. :)

Pup Number: 2

Name: Garnette Miel Sovari

Gender: Female

Alignment: Neutral

Appearance:

Pup
As a pup, the young girl will have a slightly darker pelt than her siblings, hers being a more rust like tone than all out red. Thick and fluffy, it will insulate her well. Her front legs are cloaked in dusty brown stockings, covering her entire front legs and paws. Her paws, are a decent size for a pup, smaller than most pups'. Her eyes are the most striking of her features, a bright, nearly neon green. They can almost hypnotise the wolves she talks to, even though she doesn't mean to.

Adult
As an adult, the woman will be tall, curvy and beautiful. Thick fur will cover her petite frame, and will have lightened to a heavenly mahogany, her stockings turned to a creamy honey. She is gifted with tiny paws, which, coupled with long legs and a petite frame, lend her a doe like step. Bright green eyes have become a Peridot tone, and are still attractive beyond all measures, alluring to anyone who looks into them.

Personality:
Garnette is a wonderful woman, she loves to be around people and is probably one of the more social wolves of her litter. Although, occasionally she will wander off and explore when she's got nothing else to do, explore the lands around her, away from everyone else. While her mother is forming her siblings into assassins, into killers, she's off chasing butterflies and attacking bugs, then paying the price for being different. She doesn't mind, she's more happy go lucky, and yet, she doesn't care about the rules, she does what she wants and whatever happens, she doesn't mind. Usually, she sits by herself, since none of her siblings care about doing the things she does. She's okay with that, she's generally okay with everything, except when others insult the one's she cares about.
As she get's older, she'll spend less and less time at home, leaving before her siblings do. She'll be more of a wanderer than an adventurer, checking out things that she hears about, going wherever her paws take her.

Adult Height: 35 inches.

RP Example:

Pup
Bright green eyes would scan her siblings as they played roughly with each other, squabbling amongst themselves while she sat in the shadows. Garnette, on the other hand, was rolling a ball of moss between her two front paws. Every now and again it would roll out of the darkness that surrounded her, forcing her to fetch it, and risk being pulled into the tussle, or have her mother cuff her over the head simply for existing. This was one such occasion. Bored as she was now with the game, she simply left it, getting up and trotting to the mouth of the den, she peered fearfully over her shoulder, making sure no one watched her go, and left her home behind. The colours of the world never ceased to amaze her, the purples of the sky as the sun set, the black's and silver's of the dark birch tree copse around her, and the magnificent inferno of the disappearing sun. She stood outside the den, watching the sun set. When the light had died for the rest of the day, the little rust coloured girl let out a sigh and walked back into the warm den, watching her stocking wrapped feet slowly disappear into the darkness. Settling down just inside the entrance, she folded herself onto the ground, realizing with a slight dissatisfaction that she wasn't nearly as pudgy as the other pups, since she wasn't as mean, she assumed. Sighing once more, she let herself fall into sleep's warm embrace.

Adult:
A russet she wolf floated across the sand, eyes locked on a tropical bird perched in a tree, preening. Her peridot orbs were fascinated by it's exotic colours, and as she got closer, it took flight, startled by her appearance. Leaping into the air, she batted at it with her front, honey coated paws. The bird flapped just out of her reach, but her claws yanked out a long tail feather, which fluttered onto her nose. Her tongue poked from her mouth, pulling the brightly coloured plumage into her mouth, and she began to prance about, waving the feather in the air frantically.
Eventually, the feather was in tatters, and Garnette gave up on the broken toy, picking up her paws and heading out to wherever her body took her next, long legs eating up the distance between her and wherever she was headed. She hunted what she found, being more of an opportunistic eater, like a bear or a coyote. She stuck more to the islands, where the exotic colours and plants held her interests the longest. Though occasionally she got bored and went over to the mainland, where famous landmarks caught her attention.