Name: Demeter Olympus
Sex: Female
Appearance: Outstandingly unique in her own way of showing off, whole body coated in a warm chocolate brown, the frau stands out in a delicate posture, as she has her back fur, more well known as a 'mane', that stands up to cover in a pure alabaster silver that seeps down against her front leg bone. Beneath it, aligning her spine is a lighter hue of tan stripe ending where her tail bone is set. Demeter's appendages are coated with pure obsidian, more or so excluding her back leg where it's black continuing with a single black line before fading into a cr?me color. Her face, well it's a interesting aspect of design and colors truly and honestly. A obsidian mask coats her, with a single cr?me line slightly above her brow. On the sides of her muzzle is a cocoa color, with a fox like obsidian marking sliding right next to her nose.
Personality: The meaning of her name states what she is based off of; a lover of the earth. She takes pride in where she steps, but most of the time, the frau is either being the ruthless little devil she is, Demeter is rather stubborn, if she doesn't want to do something, she will not do it. Which is one of the many reasons the lassie gets the acquaintanceship of her friend named trouble. She's always getting in trouble, always loves teasing youngsters, and showing off her skills. She has a keen heart, always coming up with unique names for others, and if they don't like it, then too bad for them. Once given a name by her, it is an honor, and she doesn't always nick-name others. If there is ever something or someone she despises for whom they done something wrong, she will probably never let go of it, no matter how many times they apologize. She always holds onto the past, and never let it slip out of her grasp.
Sample: The crisp woods that simpered with great attitude, leaves falling across her pelt but gathering upon the ground one by one, for she picked up her pace, to where, she didn't know. But it had better of been damn important if she was wasting her life span on it. She walked with gratitude, one stance only the queen of saunters could walk. Pelt dipped down upon her large bodice under an up coming fallen tree. It was a poor sight to see such a beautiful thing of nature go to waste, but if it was weak, then it had no purpose to be there. The darkened frau then launched herself off the ground with neatness, only to land upon the ground ahead of the tree she just jumped above. This path certainly would lead to purpose, she was sure of it, but to where, she didn't know. Only time would tell, and time it would be.
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