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Loner
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Timber Wolf

Sex
Female (She/Her)

Age
1.6 yrs (1-11-25)

Height
Tall

Weight
Average

Build
Average

Eyes
Milk chocolate

Fur
Mocha, Cream, Vanilla, Light Caramel, Chocolate

Scent
Maple and Vanilla

Oddities
Abnormally long fur, is usually covered in white and yellow flowers

Mark of Mythris
None

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Motherly, Quiet, Gentle, Standoffish, Submissive
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Her head was pounding as she rose from her daze. The smell of flowers and fresh grasses wafted into the air. The gentle breeze brushed against her pelt as the dame slowly lifted her aching head from the ground beneath her. Paws slowly steadied, her frame lifted up in a seated position as the blurred vision that plagued the young woman slowly started to be washed away with vibrant color. Her chocolate eyes blinking slowly, both in confusion and astonishment.

The cooler temperatures, albeit warmer than what the dame would have thought, was enough to make her body shiver. But, there was one added detail she wasn't expecting. Upon further examination... She had fur... Paws... A...A tail?

Aviana didn't know whether to scream or continue acting like this was some normal day! Heck, she was a lowly servant girl, she was not built for such a dramatic change! Her senses had gotten much sharper as she could smell the fresh flowers, the tender grasses... The rabbit that was eying her from a distance as if, it too, had noticed the sudden change.

How could this have happened? She remembered the Lord of the estate approaching her, asking for her to 'spend some time with him...' And then upon her refusal she had awoken to this sudden change in atmosphere and scenery... Was God putting her through some test? Whatever the case may be, she wanted answers. Her cranium looked to the sky, mesmerized by the beautiful array of colors. A new dawn to a new life, she supposed.

Her thick fur was at least making things somewhat tolerable despite the season. What would her family think of her sudden departure? Would they go out looking for her? She sighed at the thought. All she knew was the here and now... And she was alone...as what she could assume by looks was a Mac Tìre... a wolf...

Well, she wasn't going to get answers just standing around. She might as well smile and make the most of the situation... Whatever the case may be, she was going to be herself... Maybe the locals would have more answers than she did in this current time as she walked onward. Her legs being rather unsteady as they are rather new to her, causing her body to move like a pup who grew enough to walk around for the first time.

Hopefully nobody was seeing the embarrassing display...
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Quiet Voice
Loner
Statistics
Species
Timber Wolf

Sex
Female (She/Her)

Age
1.6 yrs (1-11-25)

Height
Tall

Weight
Average

Build
Average

Eyes
Milk chocolate

Fur
Mocha, Cream, Vanilla, Light Caramel, Chocolate

Scent
Maple and Vanilla

Oddities
Abnormally long fur, is usually covered in white and yellow flowers

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None

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Motherly, Quiet, Gentle, Standoffish, Submissive
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Time ticked on by at a snails pace as the dame continued her stroll through the meadows. The beautiful flowers were breathtaking and made for a wonderful discovery. Sure, there were flowers where she had come from; but baking, chores, and other things needing to be done around the estate made traveling rather difficult. The only real thing she could do was gather wool to weave clothing for repairs. Either way, the scenery was a breath of fresh air.

However, there was one thing the fae wasn't expecting to see right away. A stranger, one of unique coloration that was rather pleasing to the eye. She watched how he seemed to bound over to her, a gentleness in his step and the way he spoke to her. By examination he seemed to be younger, but she wasn't sure by how much.

At first, she wasn't sure how he was speaking to her, let alone the fact she could understand his speech. She had to remember what had happened literally not too long ago... She could be rather scatterbrained at times, but the attempt was there.

She dipped her head in greeting, her only way of showing respect as, back at home, she would curtsey to those of higher ranking than she.

"Dia dhuit," she spoke, voice barely above a whisper as she addressed the young lad, "Yes, I am, but I... currently do not know where me legs have taken me. Do you know the name of this place?" Her quietness was something she'd need to get better about; but, at least it was an attempt of communicating with the locals... Even if she still didn't understand certain things: such as, how and why she ended up here of all places.
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Quiet Voice
Loner
Statistics
Species
Timber Wolf

Sex
Female (She/Her)

Age
1.6 yrs (1-11-25)

Height
Tall

Weight
Average

Build
Average

Eyes
Milk chocolate

Fur
Mocha, Cream, Vanilla, Light Caramel, Chocolate

Scent
Maple and Vanilla

Oddities
Abnormally long fur, is usually covered in white and yellow flowers

Mark of Mythris
None

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Motherly, Quiet, Gentle, Standoffish, Submissive
#5
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Upon hearing his name and the way he presented himself; the lass didn't realize she was standing in front of royalty, no matter how young he was. She was glad he seemed rather sincere, otherwise things may have been far worse for her. But, that was the woman's thoughts getting the better of her; for she'd seen terrible situations happen to lads and lasses who didn't show respect to authority... She thought about her current situation and how everything came to be. Perhaps she didn't show the same respect to the Lord of the estate either... But alas, nothing could be done now and she had kept what was hers no matter what appearance she was in.

The Kingdom of Avon was not a place she was familiar with. Then again, the scenery as a whole was new judging by the coloration of the meadows, the scents... The fact she was talking with a wolf and was one herself. None of this made any sense to her...

"It is nice to meet you, your grace," her tone respectful to him, a small, yet sincere, smile upon her face. "My name is Aviana Ó Díomasaigh, and I must admit this place and everything is very new to me... I am just a traveler passing through and wish no ill intentions," Which was true in this case. She was basically a foreigner who had no idea how these lands worked, the customs... It was all intriguing and made the woman have to think a lot more. But, she loved to learn and explore, perhaps this was something she needed. A new change of pace and scenery.
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