Vi x Cree

Pup Number: Puppy 4

Name: Hestia Sovari

Gender: Female

Alignment: Chaotic Evil

Appearance: The most plain beauty of all the pups, in my opinion, but you may not think the same of this pup. Because of her mother, Hestia will try to get her mother's attention and love by going out, hunting, and even fighting some pups her age. This will make her have a lot of scars covering her beautiful body, but covered by fur. Hestia will be a skinny little pup, because she will never have much of an appetite. But enough of that, on to her fur color, muscles, and eye color. Hestia looks like a weak little thing, but her fur covers a lot of muscles. Dark, eclipse gray fur covers most of her body, as if she has been dipped in it, and it has never came off. White fur will go on the tip of her tail, and on her front paws, like stars in a night filled with clouds. But those beautiful colors will be nothing compared to her eyes, the most stunning feature of her entire appearance, is what she will call them as she gets older. Hestia's eyes are blue, deep blue, almost as blue as the ocean, if not that color. As Hestia gets older, she will be less craving for her mother's attention and more for the love of Lust. But this will not make her do as things as foolish as she did as a pup, and she will not have as many bad scars, even though her job will put her in danger. Sure, maybe one or two, most like two; one on her snout, and one over her eye, that never went away. Hestia will still be a skinny wolf; that will never, ever change, but the rest of her looks will, mostly. Hestia will be taller, much taller, making her large. The smaller version of large, but yes, large. Hestia's stunning fur will get her some males if she knows how to make them smile and come to her, but most likely she won't. The main reason they will come to her is those eyes of hers, not even changed all that much. But even those have changed, being more capivating.

Personality: Although Hestia might not look like it, but she's all messed up on the inside, because of her mother. A tingle she can't scratch will be there from the minute she is born, until it morphs into a full blown hatred for her father; never her mother or Lust, oh no. Hestia would not hate the sister she has claimed as her favorite, or her mother, for all her faults. But all the hatred will be aimed at her father, who she will insult, taunt, and even refuse to do things for. For him, she'll be the little rebel in the family, never a daddy's girl, or her brother's. Hestia will train to be an assassin, just like her mother. In a way, it will be the only thing she likes, for it allows her to use the hatred for her pack. Hestia will be a smart little pup, calculating and even a little cold. She'll be quiet, and when she does speak, her voice will have a cold edge to it, not the slightest bit of friendliness or even warmth for the wolf. Now, Hestia will want all her mother's love, and none for Lust or any of her other siblings. But considering this, keep in mind that Hestia will defend her family with every moment of her life. Hestia would die for her family without a word, without a single complaint, and would not even tell them that they owe her one, like she would any other wolf. Another thing Hestia will do os give them her advice, and sugarcoat it sometimes if she has to, even if she is not the best at doing that. Not one to like males, and how pups are made, she won't be a flirt until later. She'll be more of a tomboy than a girly-girl, and hates to be called one. In fact, she's not really sure if she's even a female, after all she does. She isn't afraid to get her paws dirty, and even loves it, and will actually get her paws dirty by running through mud! Sure, a little childish, but Hestia doesn't care what you think of her, and never will, ever. And she'll always crave somebody's love, from her mother to Lust to a crush.

Adult Height: Thirty Six for height, large

Roleplay Sample: White paws hit the muddy ground in a run, and blue eyes narrowed in pure delight as a dark gray pup ran across a new land, loving every minute of it. The white rabbit in front of her was always stopping, teasing her, then running as fast as it could whenever she got close enough to it, making her slightly annoyed. This was something else she was doing to get her mother's love, or even her attention, one of the things she had got hurt from and being taught a lesson. She had been hunting the same rabbit, but never managing to catch it, because it always went down a rabbit hole that she couldn't fit in; trust me, she tried. The rabbit was running to the rabbit hole, so Hestia went faster, getting close enough to bite it, and the skinny gray and white wolf lunged. The rabbit struggled as she landed on it, and she drew back her lips in a snarl that looked like a smile in a way. She opened her jaws and bit the rabbit's spine, and gently bit it a few times, just hard enough to draw blood and hurt, and then decided to make it suffer. The pup grabbed an ear, and bean to tilt her head until the rabbit struggled harder, and then tilted it even harder. Blood was leaking from beneath the ear, a sign that the rabbit's ear was coming off, and then pulled her head up so fast that there was a lot of blood and a rabbit ear dangling in her jaws. The rabbit lay still, stunned, and Hestia took advantage by grabbing the other ear. She would not tear this one off, but just rip it a little, just enough to almost kill the rabbit. She tried to do this, but another ear was dangling in her jaws, and the femme began to move towards its head. Jaws opened wide, Hestia moved her teeth just over the side of the rabbit's head, and began to shut them. Her fangs seemed to kill the rabbit all too quickly. She sunk her jaws into the rabbit, and began to eat the rabbit, saving the ears for Lust and her mother. They would like that, and know from the ears and the blood on her snout that she had caught a rabbit and ate it, and gave the ears to them. In a way, Hestia wished she had saved the legs to give to them, but it was too late. Next time, she would rip the legs and ears off, and save the heart for the way back. With that in mind, Hestia headed back home, paws getting dirty, two bloody rabbit ears dangling from her jaws, and a good reason in mind.