Name: RrYoo

Age: Four and One Half

Gender: Female

Breed: Timber Wolf

Pack: Skira'ka Pack

Appearance: Armored body, shoulders broad, legs long and graceful. A somewhat curious figure, always walking with her head held high with graceful movements. Her ears are always pricked up and she is always alert. RrYoo is tall and thin, but she is as strong as her heart and beliefs are.

Unlike most of her companions, RrYoo enjoys to spend time on her own, just with nature, zooming past it while her legs carry her wherever they wish. She never stops herself from anything. Her lungs keep her going, never giving up and making her stop for breath. She does, though, seem quite frail and vulnerable compared to most. She is isolated and mostly on her own, enjoying to be just with spirit, mind and body.

Her name has a good meaning. It means quick-minded, aware. As a pup, she always noticed little things, things her litter-mates didn't. She was looked at differently. She was never seen as a wolf who'd grow and be important...a runt.

She isn't a runt anymore. She's bigger than all of her siblings and fairly respected. Not a high rank or anything, but still respected. Still a wolf...probably always to be a sikla. She still has self-respect for her mind and body.

She has been called beautiful, but she disagrees much so. She has dark brown eyes, and a too long tail. Her legs are quite long also, and when she's running with other wolves, she tends to trip over them, by herself, though, she's fine.

She has no specific color of fur.She am a mixture between brown and black. In some areas, it looks golden. She has mostly a brown fur color, but there is some black and some lighter brown inside of the darker brown color. Her fur is long and glossy on the top layer, but underneath, it is very warm, so she never feels cold. Her tail is nearly the length of one third of her body, she can trip very easily over it. She has dark, chocolaty brown eyes that are very reflective and mirror-like. Her eyes are always annoying too, because whenever she speaks, everyone seems to glare into them, as if they are mesmerized by their color. It is very embarrassing.

Personality: When first met, she seems peaceable, maybe even docile. She possess a certain flexibility that allows her to adapt to varying situations gracefully. She likes fighting, though she understands it's not always necessary, and she has a large measure of talent in that field herself.

Around her fellow pack mates, she tends to adopt a dreamy, calm mien that suggests mysteriously that she knows more than she says. As it happens, she often does. She is observant and intuitive, and can generally read others with unnerving accuracy. But she is sometimes bad at keeping her thoughts a secret.

Some may think she's easy to manipulate because of her apparent docile nature, but beneath that she has a driving intelligence and a strong will. Tenacious and endlessly patient, she has a knack for getting things done even in the most tumultuous of circumstances.

Being by nature more open-minded than some others of her caste, she entertains ideas that could even be deemed heretical. And late at night, when she cannot sleep (and this happens often) she wonders if maybe she's wrong for wanting to know so much...and for knowing so much, in some of her ideals.

Sometimes, when she is angry at a companion, she will go a bit overboard. She ends up regretting it, because she makes a friend or someone she enjoys being with, angry at her. She eventually finds a good way to apologize, and tries never to disappoint them again.

Secretly, she sometimes feels cut-off from the world in her section of the pack. Restless, she enjoys slipping away to wander the pathways, taking in the sights and sounds and scents. She walks beside the river she used to live along when she was young, and runs in the forests she once knew.

History: RrYoo was born in unknown lands, for her anyways. Her mother was a loner, named Frost because of her icy blue eyes. Her father was a rogue named Night. She gets her ability to fight from her father and her perky ways from her mother. Shee wishes that she had inherited her mother's unique blue eyes, and her father's easy going ways.

After she was born her father brought her back to where he was born, rogue lands, and where his mother wanted her to live. She grew up here and wasn't really happy in the rogue lands, which is why as soon as she was old enough, she ran away. She didn't play much with the other pups, but when she did it was always during the wrestling games, where her ability to fight stood out. The other pups stayed away from her because she was often too rough during their gentle kid games. She is wary of other people now because of this and never lets anyone get too close to her, for fear they will discover whom she really is and make fun of her, though she knows this will never happen. They did though, but not to her face because they were afraid they would be attacked, which has happened to more then one unlucky wolf.

Her mother ran off from her loner land soon after she was born, with a male and that is partly the reason why she doesn't belong in the rogue lands. Her father died soon after in a vicious battle. Her mother is still alive, as far as she knows, but never comes to visit her. She assumes she has other pups now, leaving her alone in the rogue lands. She was closer to her father and they would often go on hunting excursions together, or he would teach her how to fight. Her favorite fighting technique was taught to her by her father, but she never uses it anymore. She wept for what seemed like forever when her father died, but she's now over it and has vowed not to get close to another wolf ever again, not after her mother betrayed her and her father.

She used to have a friend she wrestled with, but he ran away and was never found again. She used to go out and look for him every night, but she has deemed the search hopeless. She was not more than 1 year old and has all ready had a lifetime of sadness.

When she became 2 years old, a pack member from a pack had found her hunting on his lands. She hadn't known that the packs even existed. She was excited to meet the new wolf, but kept his distance. The wolf led her to his pack, the Skira'ka pack. Her pack.

She was accepted there, her name had stayed RrYoo, for her name meant a lot to her. She was trained for a while, just to learn the pack ways, for she already knew how to hunt prey and fight. She was ready to be a member and have limits and goals and a life she really wanted to live.

She never came close to any wolf in her time in the Skira'ka pack. She probably never will, just as she has vowed. She is now getting older and moving up in the pack. She is well respected, even though she was once a rogue, and once hated by many. She wants the best for her pack, and will do anything to do that. She wants to be able to be well trusted, also. Maybe someday she will be...Maybe she already is.

Picture: RrYoo