Post by Tiny on Feb 19, 2017 22:00:33 GMT -8
Name: Tiny
Age: 2 ½ years
Gender: Female
Pelt Description: Tiny is one of the fluffiest wolves you’ll ever see. Her fur is very long, and very thick, giving extra protection at the cost of being very heavy when damp and entirely unmaintainable in the pause before a storm. It makes her look rather close to a pup, despite having lost the roundness of youth. Tiny is a pale cream, almost white, on the entirety of her underbelly and part of her shoulders. Her back is a mottled mix of tawny brown and various shades of gray.
Personality: Tiny’s fluff doesn’t stop at her pelt. She’s extremely optimistic, always looking to the lighter and more positive sides of situations, even when things seem incredibly bleak and grim. Everything about her personality bespeaks a will for everyone to get along and be as harmonious as possible. She wants her pack to get along to the extent that she’ll throw herself in harm’s way to stop the aggressors.
On the flipside of this, she’s one of the most energetic and playful of the adults in the pack. At only two and a half years old, she does still act rather immature and silly at times, almost always starting up little games of tag or tug of war with the others. Tiny is obsessed with string and fluff. The smallest bit of string, or a passing dust bunny will hold her attention for hours. Tiny has an intense, completely illogical hatred for white flowers. Only white flowers.
Tiny is very trusting of everyone except herself. She's easily influenced by charismatic people, but she’s constantly second guessing why they might show an interest in her instead of others. Even when faced with obvious evidence that someone might not be who she thinks they are, from her own experience and intuition or from someone else, she’ll make excuses to herself to keep her image of them intact. She’s a people pleaser, eagerly jumping to the aid of anyone who’s shown a friendly interest in her.
In the same way that she refuses to see the bad in others, Tiny will also often idolize them over actions or things they’ve said when nothing was meant by it originally. She likes to twist her view of the world to something prettier than what it is, glamorizing darker parts with made up reasoning. Confronting her about it leads to her only denying reality even more than she already does.
Tiny does horribly when put under pressure or presented with conflict, reacting with seemingly over-the-top outbursts. She doesn’t care who's right or who’s wrong in an argument, focussing only on making it stop with a favourable outcome for her and the wolf she likes most. When being put on the spot, Tiny’s first instinct is to drop everything and flee. The only way to get her to have a solid, one on one conversation, is to trap her and refuse to let go until the conversation is finished.
Primary Pack and Rank: SilverMist Hunter
History: Tiny was born to Lilac and Russet, two wolves already in the Silver Mist pack, as the virus was starting to die out. She had three littermates: Skia, Arro, and Calan. Tiny was the smallest of the newborn pups, by far, and was named accordingly. So her parents thought.
Tiny was shunned and ignored by her just-barely-older sister, the target of envy from her just-barely-younger brother. All three siblings protested her existence, so as soon as she was able, she left the den to find new playmates out of the pack members. This often involved sneaking out while her mother was busy tending to the youngest, who was ill, and having to be carried back in later when she fell asleep draped across someone’s paw. The youngest pup died from the virus at only four weeks old.
Some of the pack loved her and her antics, while others scoffed and saw her as a nuisance. Some of them tried to teach her how to catch mice before her siblings had even worked up the courage to leave the den by themselves. She was invited to join the pack on a hunt, just to watch them and see how it was done, when she was nine weeks old. She was not invited to another hunt until she was thirteen weeks old, as she had scared off an entire herd of deer by rolling down a hill. It was a good laugh for those attending, watching her pull the burrs from her fur as they returned to camp.
Eventually she grew into a proper wolf, slightly larger than her siblings. When it came to running patrols and hunting, and the pack began to trust her more- though that didn’t stop the occasional jokes and references to how she had once mucked up the hunt when she was only watching. It was something that she’d never live down.
Her sister Skia, however, was not all too keen on being related to the ‘pack fool’ as she put it. Unable to bear being overlooked for such a sibling, she left the pack in the middle of the night when they were around a year and a half old. Try as they did, the pack was unable to track their missing member down, and Tiny and her parents were left to wonder what had happened to her sister.
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