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<p>x.Me.x
<br>Your Name/Nickname: Danielle
<br>Your Age: 13
<br>Email/AIM: Starwolf711

<p>x.My Wolf.x
<br>Name: Kasmira [Kas]
<br>Last Name: Revoir
<br>Age: 3 Years
<br>Gender: Fae
<br>Mother: Felda
<br>Father: Cyril
<br>Siblings: Remus and Kyna
<br>Pastime Mate: None
<br>Pastime Children: None

<p>Visual Description:

<p>Kasmira has a bit more of a darker coat then usual grey wolves. Her fur consists of mainly white and gray, but both colors are in a darker shade. Her fur amount is greater at her cheeks, and chest. She has a beautiful, slim, sleek figure which makes her incredibly good at running, (in which she loves to do.) She isn't fat nor is she skinny, but her legs and armsare a bit on the bony side. That was just the way she was simply built. She is overally a very pretty wolf, but she does not think of herself as such a thing. Her body is marked with a few scars, due to her past. They are only a faint pink color, but they are noticeable if you are standing close to Kasmira.

<p>Her optics are a beautiful golden-brown color, and always seem to be shimmering and bright yet you can never read them. They do however, have specks of dark green mixed in here and there giving them the beautiful combination of the forest colors. Her traingular ears stick straight up, but have a rounded curve to their shape. There are little flecks of gray lining up her muzzle, which give her a unique look. They look more like diamonds then fur spots. Kasmira has a long, bushy tail that's orange-brown tip always seems to curve up. Her paws are painted with black, going up all the way to her forearms

<p>Behavior:

<p>Kasmira is believed to be a very timid wolf, only showing her true self to ones who actually care about her; or want to care about her. At first impression, she won't say much to you if you are a stranger; but the more she gets engaged into a conversation the more she loosens up. She only speaks when she has to, and when she does speak she speaks from the heart. When she opens up to another, she is only showing her true colors. The real Kasmira. The real Kasmira is a fun, witty, kind femme to be around who is not afraid to be herself and speaks her mind all the time. The thing about Kasmira is everything she says in completely and utterly honest to no extend. She does not lie, and will not lie no matter what situation she is in. Kasmira tends to get very emotional too over certain things...like death, love, birth, ect. She also gets overally jealous alot, no matter what it has to do with: friendship, love, you get the idea.

<p>Another thing about Kasmira is she is very high-spirited. She won't give up if she truley wants something, and will give it her all, all the time. She believes when wolves die, their spirits are kept and sent to the heavens where they can speak to their loved ones below. Kasmira often prays to her dead family when she is alone, and believes that they actually speak back to her. The perculiar thing about Kasmira is her voice. It is so timid, and so pure that it sounds like the 'drip-dropping' of waterdrops almost. You may find yourself asking her 'Pardon?' or 'Excuse me, I didn't get that?' when you are talking to her. It's just something she can't help.

<p>History:

<p>Things weren't good for Kasmira even at the beggining. Kasmira grew up in a pack with very very strict orders. Orders that weren't the same as usual wolf laws. Even as a young pup, Kasmira and her siblings were forced to do work far too dangerous for their age...

<p>"Dis is too hard, Kyna." Kasmira whined to her older sister. Kas's older brother in the meantime was out hunting for King. The two were digging, but not doing ordinary digging. They were digging out a brand new den for their Alpha, or what they called him 'King.' The worse thing; it was in the rain and everything was all muddy. One puppy and one adolscent wolf. Digging a huge den all by theirselves. The lands in which Kasmira and her family lived in weren't ugly or anything. The lands had to be kept clean, and were always seen in a fashionly neat order. There were no ranks in this pack, only King which of course was the Alpha rank. Every other member was simply called 'You' or 'She' or 'He' or 'Her' or 'Him'. "Shh! King'll hear you. Just keep digging, Kas. We'll be done in no time." But they weren't done in no time. Jobs like the jobs they were put to took days and says to make perfect. King was very picky about everything in the packlands Everything had to be absolutely perfect or else they'd have to do the work all over again.

<p>I bet you're wondering what Kas's father and mother (Felda and Cyril) thought about this. Well, like everybody else they thought it was completely unfair and abusive. And like everybody else, they too were put to work. Kas often pleaded her parents for them to run away from this place. Every single night when Kas was put to bed, she would plead. "Momma, Dadda, we have to run away!" Felda and Cyril merely stroked their daughter's fur and whispered a lullaby to her. It always made her fall fast asleep.

<p>But one day, something terrible happened. It wasn't raining, but booms of thunder rumbled in the sky in the distance. Heck, it wasn't even that cloudy outside. It was quite an odd day for the pack. Anyhow, something terrible happened. One day, when Kasmira was napping in the grass, King approached her not happy at all. "And why aren't you working, m'dear?" He sneered, eyes narrowed. "I-I-I dunno. I must've falled asleep or sumtin'." Kas was scared to death. "Sorry, sir.." She mumbled, now getting up on all fours, afraid to look King in the eye. "Sleep? Why would you be sleeping when there is work to be done?" Kas was making a complete fool of herself, and decided to speak her mind and stand up to King. "But sir--" "It's KING!" King growled. "King." Kas corrected herself. "All we do evewy day is work, hunt, or...work. Why can't we have a bweak?" This made King mad. But he merely pretended to be kind to the pup. "Well, m'dear there is much work to be done around here. There is no need for breaks, is there?" Kas did not know what to say. "It hurts me." She finally cooed out softly. King thought for a moment. He had a brilliant idea. This little pup was getting on the last of his nerves. He had to discriminate her someway. "Tell you what. How would you like to go to a place where there is no work and all play?" "Pway?" Kas said, eyes wide. She was not the smartest pup and was falling completely into King's little 'plan'. "Uh, yeah. Kid..play. I'll take you there. Just follow 'ol king." King, black coat and all, led hopeful Kas far far away from the packsite that day. Unfortunetly, Kas's parents and siblings had no idea he was doing this. They were all out hunting.

<p>And later that day, Kas and King arrived at the so called 'fun' place. It was an abandoned field full of prickly grass. There were no other wolves in sight. "Here we are." King snickered. "A place where you can run all day and as far as you want without any work." Kas was bewildered. "Wowie! Thank you, King. You are nicer then I expected." King stuck out his tongue. "Uh, yeah whatver. Bye kid! Have fun!" Kas was not exactly the smartest pup, so as of now she did not care if her family was here or not. She just wanted to have fun all by herself for now.

<p>But when the sun began to set after all the running and playing, Kas realized what she had done. "Mamma, Dadda! Kyna, Remus! Don't you wanna have fun like me?" She called out to nowhere. But nobody replied, for she was too far away. She frowned and then tried calling again. No answer. And again. No response. Kas began to cry, and wander around the field aimlessley for hours. The more she wandered, the more lost she got.

<p>Soon, eventually Kas came across a kind femme wolf with a fur of snow. The femme wolf's name was Shay. Shay heard Kas's story and felt extremely sorry for the pup. Shay became Kas's adopted mother, and took care of Kas. The two shared a strong relationship together, and told stories and played all day. Kas realized this was much different then her life back at home but she still missed her family regardless. "When do you think they'll come for me?" Kas asked one night. Shay didn't quite have a response to that. "Well...it could be anyday. It could be tomorrow." This made Kas grin. "But...either way, you have to be patient little one. For now, we have eachother."

<p>But they didn't have eachother forever. When Kas was about one year old, Shay grew incredibly ill. It was a rare unknown disease, and incredibly effective on a wolve's body. It all ended up with the sad death of Shay. Kas layed down by her adoptive mother, and cried in her fur. Kas was losing too many loved ones. The one year old female decided to fun away in hope to find some of her family. She ran and ran for days, surviving from the prey she'd hunt down. She was taught such things by Shay, so she knew how to survive on her own. Kas didn't know where she was going and why but she knew she'd find a home better then her last eventually...

<p>Other: Due to Kasmira's past, males may scare her a bit at first if she ever comes across one. It just depends on their personality. She doesn't mind light males, but evil ones just freak her out to no end.




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