Pharika

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Name: Pharika

Gender: Female

Age: 3 1/2 years

Pack: Erenyx

Rank Requested: Warrior

Appearance:
Pharika is a Mexican wolf, she stands about 29' inches tall, with most of her high being in her strangely long legs. Despite her long legs and slightly skinny frame, Pharika has enough muscle to do more then just hold her own in a fight. Strikingly blue eyes are framed by a light brown mask of fur which is itself framed by the dark grayish brown fur of the rest of her head. Her inner ears are a light cream color, much like her underbelly. A racing stripe of black runs from the base of her neck to the tip of her muzzle, giving her whole face a long, angular appearance. On the right side of her face under her eye is a small scar that runs from just under her eye to her lower lip, and though very thin it is still fairly visible. The dark grayish brown fur from her head runs along throw portion of the rest of her body stopping at the base of her tail, leaving the lower half of her body and slightly bushy tail a light brown, cream color, aside from a medium sized black streak on her front left leg. Her body is dotted with many old battle scars, the most prominent of which is three claw marks starting at the top of her back right thigh and stopping at the base of her paw. Her fur has yet to grow over it but it's medium length usually folds over it making it slightly less visible. Another very noticeable feature of Pharikas in the knick in her right ear, which leaves a 'V' shaped gap between the upper and lower right halfs of the ear. Even though she is dotted with scars of various shapes and sizes and has eyes the seem to be constantly searching for weaknesses or hostility, Pharika is nothing shy of beautiful. An overall view of Pharika in a sentence is tall, Corded with muscle, covered in numerous memories of battles past and surprisingly beautiful.

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History:
It all started 3 1/2 years ago, when Pharika was born. Now normally in a pack pups would be a joy, and well loved and cared for, but not when they aren't supposed to be born. To really understand we need to take a look at Pharikas mother. She was the Beta of her pack and she was well respected, and her mate was the head warrior. Her name was Malika and her mates name was Joven, being that they were both of high rank they were permitted to have pups. However a few nights before their scheduled mating ceremony Malika snuck out of the camp, she traveled to a nearby rival packs territory to meet with a male from that pack, Alpha Narvix. Why? Because for many months now she had had an ongoing affair with him, they had been waiting for mating season to mate and give him an heir for his pack. The reason for this was that Narvix's mate had been killed by a bear last season and he hadn't found a new mate. Now Malika, much like Pharika, was very beautiful and Narvix couldn't see himself without her, he refused to take a mate other than herself, keeping it a secret from his pack. Saying that he was too heart broken to take a new mate. Things proceeded as planned and the night of the mating ceremony came, Joven would never know that the pups weren't be his once they mated. But a lighting storm hit that night, and struck a tree, jolting the forest a blaze. The pack was forced to run, and the mating never happened for many pack members were lost. Months later a litter of three pups was born. She knew she had to hide them, but how? The pack was out on a hunting trip but she had stayed behind, claiming to have a stomach ache. She had picked up Pharika first and hid her in a hollowed out tree a ways from the den, bundled up in some moss and went back for the other two, but when she returned she found joven, Enraged. He had killed her other two pups and nearly killed her when he found out the truth. She fled from the area, he only followed her for half way to where she had hidden Pharika before giving up. Malika took her only living pup with her in search of Narvix but him and his pack were simply gone, all she found was the charred reminisce of their den. She searched for many weeks but eventually gave up her search and settled for raising Pharika on her own as a loner.
No more than a year and a half later her mother was killed by another lone wolf, but luck for Pharika she had been trained to fight. She fought the rouge male off, but not before he had torn a chunk out of her ear. A few months passed and she finally got over her mothers murder and was content living on her own, she could very well handle herself. Or so she thought. It was early fall and it was the coldest night of the year yet, so she did what she could to find a cave, however, unlucky for her it was occupied. By a wolf? No. A bear. She foughts the bear being the bullheaded female she was, but soon realized she was outmatched. It left a scar on her face and three on her back leg and thigh. As another year passed she slowly realized that a pack would be rather beneficial for her and wanders until she found one that she hoped would take her in. She hopes she can now find a place in this pack and rise up to the rank that was born into her blood, beta. Or at least head warrior. Though she knows that her blood lines will mean nothing to these wolves and only her skill and loyalty will get her where she wants to be.

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Example Post:

Delightfully, the banks of streams were not the least bit precarious to balance oneself upon, and doubly not so difficult with the moose’s attention on its one side and to it’s front half where it had noted the wolves baying at it. It had meant a relatively nice position to obtain, considering facing a large bull dead on or in it’s realm of attentions was hardly intelligent with it being so lively and hardly what a ragtag pack of unknown wolves would normally aim towards. Bank of a stream or the face of a full grown, healthy, bull moose? Pharika had always been more of a realist with her skills.

Her attack had even been one of limited potential damage to herself - though when the moose had indeed made note of her arrival, the greeting had not been entirely kind. As she was not angled precisely behind the moose, but towards the side, the moose’s hip-check wound up more like a slap that wound up sending her straight into the water.

Wet? Yes. Dazed? Most certainly. A bit dizzy. She could admit that… but it was all well and good since the rest of them had kept it’s attention and she had had enough sense to only move towards the rest of the wolves after natu had taken his own punishments and her concern rose immediately to red alert. He seemed relatively unscathed, much like herself - though he had a good head on her shoulders she still feared him making light of injuries for the sake of winning a hunt for the feast - so when dhe approached, the ache of the dizziness and the buffet that had sent her into the stream was not terribly aggravated by the affection exposed between them.

Again, she does not pay overmuch attention to the ‘opinion’ statements as much as she did to the plans set alongside them. New hunt for healthy participants. Deer, preferably buck.

She gave the other fellow who had been at the creature’s haunches credit, being the worst off from their tussle with the moose, and the first yet to respond to the second hunt.

Soon after, of course, natu is there and as eager as he ever was to finish what he had begun. She admired it in him. Craved that dedication that she had grown to realize was the same that she had once shown in all aspects of her life before the mate madness had led her astray. Never again, thank the moon, and here she sets herself by him.

The silent girl was next, but it was sven that caught fenrir’s attention more. The silent agreement as well as the eager one of natu’s son solidified a more determined hunting party and her own dazed senses were coming under her own power again.

A few begin to leave, including a most newly acquired member that had come a little late but no worse for luck - since the moose had hardly been fit prey for a group of individuals like this - too many too small and others too young while herself… well she might have been considered too old, if she had behaved it. The other who had come with the new additions was a little shorter than herself, but seemed healthy enough a lass.

With the movement of the pack, she settled into natu’s side as per her norm and followed in the silence of a subordinate.

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