Name: Marona

Gender: Female

Age: 3 years

Breed: Eurasian

Height: 81 cm

Pack: Pyrvanthros

Rank Requested: Hunter

Appearance:
Standing at 81 cm at the shoulder this young lady has a thin muscular build. Her coat is thick and luxurious, with the undercoat giving her a creamy fawn color. The guard hairs give it a light reddish tinge to complete her all around color, in a pleasing tone to look upon. Her eyes are of a deep Amber with a glint of something, possibly a malicious intent, in their depths. With quick glances of the area around her, she takes in everything going on around her. Her ears stand at attention upon her dome, eager to hear even the slimmest shred of interesting information. Her lips sometimes pull back into a wolffish grin but, kindness very rarely, lights her eyes. Marona carries herself with a smooth supple grace. Moving quickly and almost silently, she sneaks as close as she can get without giving herself away.

Personality:
This girl's demeanor comes off as sweet and shy but it is misleading. She never looks directly at anyone, preferring to have them see her as non-threatening so that she can get as close as she can to her intended target. She takes in her surroundings with quick, sharp glances, adding to her demeanor. She uses her body when it's the mating season, to get any juicy information on anyone she can, while her partner will probably get a pleasant surprise with the seemingly shy girl. Not only does she use her body to get information she also tries to subtly manipulate. Being sneaky has its upsides and downsides. For this young lady she prefers the upside of sneakiness. Putting on a sweet, shy face can only get a girl so far. She has to use her wits properly to be able to get into places that one is not suppose to be. With this girl she tends to wander close to those of high ranking but not so close that she is obviously listening intently to their conversations. Not only does she listen in on conversations she finds great pleasure in following others to learn where they go and what they do, passing her actions off as merely innocent curiosity or as a tag-a-long.

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History:
Marona's puppyhood was relatively normal, as one can be, being called a runt. She grew up in a litter of four pups with her as the youngest of two boys and two girls. Born to a pair of proud warriors, she grew into a sweet young pup. She romped and played with her sibling, as is the way with wolves, but as their games grew more serious when they grew up, Marona's speed served her well. She learned to turn swiftly, slashing her fangs into the shoulders of her siblings or their necks. She wasn't the fastest but she was getting there and she too sported a bruise herself for not moving out if the way fast enough. Nor was she the strongest. Often when the siblings pitted their strength against each other she was usually the one to end up getting rolled. Anger would flare every time she was rolled onto her back but she would concede defeat much to her frustration. She became determined to do better. To find a way to compensate for her slight lack of strength.

As the days went by and seasons had passed, the young pups had weathered their first winter fairly well and came into their first year. A lithe frame covered in creamy colors turned a grey pelted pup into a lovely creamy fawn colored fey. It would be that year that the she wolf would start to come into her strength. Oh, not physical strength, no. It would be strength of mind. She had been nosing around the kill pile not particularly hungry, when she heard urgent voices speaking in low tones. Silently, like a wraith she slipped forward. Allowing the heavy scent of dead prey to cover her own, she crept as close as she could to hear.

"There are only four pups born, and none of them by the Alphess. She is getting weaker as well as the alpha. He lets his second in command lead more while he hovers over that female. He is weakening. It would be a mercy to kill her than let her suffer. We need our alpha." a male voice said. "I don't like his second, Frebec. he is too arrogant and a strutting braggart. It would seem a mercy to kill the Alphess but what if the Alpha looses his will to live. Then Frebec would be Alpha." a second male voice said. "Kill the Alphess, then make it look like Frebec did it. Then we kill him, simple as that." Came a third voice.  Marona listened with a quickening heartbeat. What these three were discussing was treason. Not to mention the dark knight that had approached her with charm and gleaming yellow eyes. She could tell that Frebec had a dark side to him and she had to admit, it excited her. Without delay, she quietly slipped away and trotted to the den of her soon to be lover.

A week passed, Marona had indeed caught the interest of the large gray beta male. She had become useful in collecting information on the other wolves of the pack and was deciding on what his next move was. The Alpha had seemed to have his mind set on the Alphess more than the welfare of the pack. It would have been a mercy to end her life but he also wanted to take control of the pack. It was more his than anything. Then he decided that he would do it himself. He would end both the Alphas' lives with his creamy lover beside him. He had taught her the beginnings of the darkness that resided in himself. He could see that she was very eager to learn what he had to teach. Perhaps this will show me if she truely wants to learn.

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Example Post: "Come on 'Thona, I thought you were faster than that," the little she wolf crowed, running down a well used trail. She could hear her dark sister's paws thudding against the ground just inches away, her strong breath hot on her side as she started to pull abreast. Marona quickly glanced to the side, watching Marthona gain ground. The eldest sister was slightly taller, her chest more deep to be able to pull more air into her lungs as she ran. Marona's own lungs felt like they would burst but she kept going. This time I'll beat you, this time I'll win,the six month old pup said. But it wasn't meant to be.

Marona watched as Marthona put on a last burst of speed, the log that mark the finish line coming into view, and tried to over take her. She didn't make it. She had lost by a stride. Marona came to a stop, head hanging and tongue lolling as she gasped for breath. The girls saw their older brothers, Tornec and Tarneg trot up to them, both surrounded Marthona, all smiles and congratulating her on her win. Yearning filled the creamy pup's heart, wishing they would congratulate her for trying. But No, they turned away, walking with her sister back to the pack. Following slowly at a distance, the pup walked back to the clearing as well. Her dark Amber eyes glaring at the ground as anger seethed beneath her soul. It was always the same. She was smaller and slightly weaker so they had dubbed her runt. She had to keep proving to everyone that she had worth but no one gave her any praise, nothing! Just wait, I'll just bide my time. They'll be sorry.The she pup thought angrily.

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