Hróðvitnisson family

Name: Eyfura Hr??vitnisd?ttir
Age: 2.5 years (Litter 5)
Personality:
She is no pawn to bend and no sheep to follow, a strong woman that see?s reality as it is; rainbow-free and glitterless. Never will she polish words or spit free lies, she will speak as she feel?s and as she see?s and nothing less. She is a woman of domination, not because she likes to feel powerful but because she is a leader at heart; domineering perhaps, and certainly the kind to ruin youthful fun, she?s far more serious than what?s good for her pleasure. She knows she is not perfect, but she trains hard to become as strong as she can. Unafraid of violence she will meet it with bared fangs but will not seek it, she is not ?evil? nor sinister, simply practical. Ambitious, tactful, but not hungry or cunning. She refuses to love and yet she can be tempted, she denies lust and yet she can be seduced; guilt will come of any mingling, as she believes herself too mature and proper for such cahoots. She watches her family closely, and even when she wishes she didn?t care she will try to keep them in check- even when they don?t particularly approve.
Design:
She is tall and she is sturdy, limbs powerful and strong and her chest broad. She is beautiful and yet she is not elegant, her body is practical for use and not designed for prying eyes. Her coat will boast of caramel and earth, swirling so intricately together, though nothing of particular interest. Her golden-orange gaze will be marked beneath by the darker bands of near-swirls and the stretched diamond that traces from brow to nose, attractive and yet not overpowering. She is exotic, but not in comparison to some, a woman who is far too firm and sombre to worry her time with looking as delicate as some men may lust for.

RP sample:
The woman would watch in near disbelief as her ebony sibling would twist her structures in the wake of the man, as if tempting him and denying him in the same instance. Innards would writhe with frustration, marked towers pulled to trace the elegant contours of her toffee skull; salmon tongue pushing against the roof of a salivating mouth as she would crave for her siblings foolery to cease. Patience wore thin, tapping at a mind far too troubled by idiocy, and eventually the mature vulpess would snap; a dramatic groan of frustration and she would lift tapered quarters, walking by the duo with stern features, ?You?re embarrassing yourself, N?tt.?

She had never truly understood her siblings fascination in seduction, nor the womans brittle temper and need for sarcasm. Alas, the majority of Eyfuras siblings held a quirk that clashed so effortlessly with her own, more preferable nature. As a pack, they were certainly a poor excuse, based on disrespect and twisted desires. She had promised herself that she would become queen of something more, that she would hold a title that claimed of her ambition and screamed of her abilities. As much as her family seemed so intent on shaming her, Eyfura would stick by them all the same; a maternal instinct itching at the surface of her earthen flesh.

She would continue on her own, silently hoping her sister was wise enough to move on and not make the man another of her sexual playthings. Though it was unlikely N?tt had quite enough intelligence to do so, and so the earthen banshee would continue with a determination unfazed by solitude. She was never a woman easily swayed from her path, and to hell if her littermate?s hormonal cravings were going to waver her. Thick appendages would move with an effortlessness, not fuelled by grace but vigour, liveliness. And where was she headed? God only knew, to this infamous new land her half siblings had so seemed to make their way; whether she was there or not yet was next to impossible to claim, one could only take the world as it laid itself to her feet.