Thor Puppies!

Feels a little weird applying for a Hroovy, but here we go! XD WIP, will do the Personality when I've got her a little better in my head.


Name: Ēostre (called Vilisdottir but... SUPER SECRET HROOVITNISDOTTIR YO)
Personality: Eostre is very shy, finding herself incredibly anxious to the point of feeling ill in social situations. Part of this stems from being extremely sensitive and thin-skinned. She cares far too much about what other people think, and fears rejection and abandonment. She fears making a bad impression, of making people think badly of her or hurting their feelings in any way. Highly empathic as well, she is very in sensitive to the emotions of others - as such she does not do well when situations get emotional. When the conversation gets heated, she's very likely to just break down and cry. She does even worse when that ire is directed at her, and is prone to bouts of intense depression and anxiety when she screws things up.

Eostre would never make a good healer or hunter, since the sight of blood makes her feel faint and could induce a panic attack. The idea of hurting someone or taking a life - even the life of a prey animal - is too much for the sensitive youngster. She's revolted by the idea of tearing into a poor dead rabbit or such. Without someone to remind her to eat, she's much more likely to skip meals because of this, and even then she'd only eat so as to not hurt the person's feelings.

She gets overwhelmed easily, especially when there are a lot of wolves around, and is prone to getting overstimulated when a lot is happening. She always seems to be on the edge of a nervous breakdown. There will be a few people she depends on almost to the edge of obsession, clinging to them like a rock in the raging river of her own emotions and fears. She's likely to follow them everywhere if they let her, fearing that if they leave they'll never come back.
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Design: Light blue eyes, white base coat, a gold-auburn from the backs of her ears down to her tail, gold-brown "freckles" under her eyes

Size: Large (36 inches)
RP Sample: Eostre peered out from beneath the log, her blue eyes wide in her pale face as she watched the rough, cruel Vilisons dragging in their kill - not to share with the pack, but to eat it themselves and hoard the life-giving meat tauntingly, so that if anyone tried to snatch a mouthful they would have reason to punish them. Eostre's stomach turned at the sight of the mangled fawn, and tears sprang into her eyes. The poor beast, slaughtered so cruelly by the young wolves. Still, her stomach growled loudly, and the skin-and-bones pup would probably have eaten it without complaint at this point if she could. She couldn't remember the last time she'd eaten; Anglea had stopped nursing them some time ago and basically washed her hands of them.

To think these horrible wolves were actually supposed to be her brothers! Murderers, bullies, awful boys all of them. Eostre began to cry in earnest as the boys roughhoused, snarling and snapping at each other and heckling some of the other younger wolves. Tears matted her fur, silent sobs shaking her bony shoulders; she didn't dare make a sound, or she would draw their attention. Were they her brothers after all? Vili hadn't thought so, or that was the impression she got from the angry, hushed conversation between him and her mother not long ago. She didn't fully understand it, but he'd been so mad and said such awful things that it had stuck in her memory.

She didn't care about that right now though. She just curled tighter into a ball, trying to block out the outside world, shaking fretfully.
Plans: To be adorable and gangly and awkward and be adopted by one of her siblings <3