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So this is Inara's new reference. I changed her ruff to make her seem a little bit more sinister. I can honestly say she looks so much better than before. My art has improved so much since several months ago. I'm still contemplating weather to bring her into or I'm partially leaning towards WoLF because that's where I first applied her but I guess that depends on which group opens up first.

Reference:

Inara's information will be worked on at a later date and is currently inactive until an opening appears.

Name: Inara (pronounced: {ee-nar-ah}

Gender: Female

Age: 5 years

Pack:

Tier: omega

Other:

Height: 34"

Length: 60"

Weight: 100 Lbs.

Soundtrack:

{Physical Traits}

General: Valley- 45% Mountain- 55%

Build: Inara has a tall lanky build and a short coat like her grandmother who first reigned in the valley to be an elk hunter. She has a large chest to hold powerful lungs and a sort of streamlined body to keep her going. Her mother's genes granted her large ears (all the better to hear you with) and height. While her father's mountain genetics granted her a small petite nose, and her gorgeous whitish-grey pelt and long fluffy tail. Her gait is high held and graceful with a bit of indignant pride.

Pelt: Inara's white pelt is a medium length and rather dense. A bit of a curse during the summer months really, so she tends to stick to the north end of the territory.

Voice: Cersi Lannister

{Personality}

|Cynical | Inara trusts no one. She hold dearly the belief that no wolf is selfless, that it is all in their own self interest and thus allows herself to be cynical. She has little love for others and rarely goes out of her way to help unless theres something good in it for her. This nasty trait is a product of her past that she can never seem to get past.

|Insomniac| If there was anything Inara would love more than being empowered would be a good nights rest. She can never seem to fall asleep, it may also be due to the reoccurring nightmares she has of her miscarried pups and time as a loner. Inara has often been known to get into fights with other wolves for pestering her when she is trying to sleep. This disorder often keeps her moody and on edge.

|Snide|-Due to her insomnia, Inara often makes snide comments even when she doesn't mean to. This often gains her a few enemies but she usually makes up for it by leaving a bit of prey for them in the early morning before anyone is up.

|Impatient|-This female rarely waits for others. Early is on time and on time is late. Often she will start the patrol on her own if the other wolves are late coming, and she does not wait to eat. Hardly restraining herself from eating while the alpha is eating. Her time as a loner taught her that you wait for no one or you die.

|Callous|-Inara cares little for others that aren't close to her. She cares little if they live or die and rarely helps out unless it benefits her in some way.

|Quiet|-Ever since her exile Inara has been deathly silent, even to those she had trained, often giving vague comments on her pupils training. Still, they came out strong quiet warriors. Until she killed them or chased them away. Yet now that she was relocated she almost never speaks unless she is angry.

|Introverted & Reserved|- Inara prefers to stick to herself. Never talking much on herself or letting her history slip and she likes to keep it that way. She rarely goes to pack meetings, disliking large crowds.

|lawful evil|- Although evil rules her heart the female, usually keeps it within bounds of the law since her fiery spirit dwindled after realizing that she was doing nothing good for herself.

|Courteous|- Inara goes no where without her manners. Even in the roughest of times her deep rooted prim and proper upbringing makes sure she behaves modestly towards others even if she is on a psychotic rampage

|Shares|- Inara is always willing to give up food to those who need it most. If it is a pack member she will often be seen skipping meals or hunting for the younger to keep them fed. She also doesn't mind giving up some trinkets or herbs occasionally, but reluctantly

|Gentle &Loving|- Least expected from such a fiery wolf Inara has a gentleness to her rarely seen. When raising the pups she stole she often became a caring mother to them, her maternal instincts always in overdrive when around pups. Each pup she killed weighs on her heart but at the time she always felt she had to. Like it was the only way to make up for her curse. Now that she is in a new, and altogether strange pack of her own her heart has grown to any pups almost tenfold and constantly wishes for pups of her own. Often praying to her gods for the ability to have pups when the time is right.

{History}

Inara was a princess of the north and like all princesses, she acted like one. She was always the center of attention, as was her right as she was first in line for her parents throne, yet just below her was her little sister Talia. The youngest of the two by only mere seconds, she was always second which caused her to loathe Inara. For a princess though, inara acted like a queen as she grew, kind and warm-hearted to her subjects and easily one of the highest ranking wolves on the border watch. As was tradition, the heirs would leave at a year to live, eat, train and fight with the watch until the time came for Inara to be mated. This time the young heiress was matched with a male from the north east, closer to the coast, where the ice gave to the ocean. There was an uneasy peace between the two large packs and they wished to bond the packs as to keep from war. Yet the deal was so long as the mated couple produced heirs Inara's pack would remain their own. The mating was all very happy. Volan, her mate loved her parents and strove to keep them and her happy. It was bliss, until she miscarried in april...and the next april. She was barren. Her parents were devastated, Volan was worried for them but seemed indifferent to her. He wanted pups, yet she couldn't give him children, and thus distanced himself. Although the problem wasn't her. It seemed the gods had another plan for Inara and thus their chromosomes were not compatible.
She stayed in the den for two days before she left the camp for a run to clear her head. It lasted until the next evening. Yet when she came back she spotted Volan and Talia together, like mates. They had been mated. She could smell it. When she went to her parents they welcomed her, yet humiliation burned in her stomach. She would never be queen, rage tore at her, blind and vicious. It ate at her slowly, finally building up and exploding when her nieces and nephews were born. There would be no life for her in a pack whom she knew had failed so she left, yet stayed close to the pack following them. plotting her revenge. Volan could have fought for her, why was her sister fertile when she wasn't. All that time she had become distant, often lagging behind on hunting trips and going off alone, looking for a way to create chaos in her pack. It was perfect.
A few weeks after the pups birth she struck, one night at a time, she killed three pups until on the last night. She went after the new pair, killing them in a blind rage. She took the last two male pups as her own, telling the pack of how two rebels of Volans pack had killed them hoping to prevent any heirs so they could make this pack an extension of theirs. How she had found them and fought them off. As she was no fool, inara had even killed a member of Volans pack that she had been in contact with and littered the ground with his blood and scraps of fur to prove her claim. And for months it worked, until one of her nephews let slip that they hadn't seen a member of their fathers pack or smelled him in the den on that night. Inara was swiftly exiled. How could her parents sentence their last living daughter to death? In her wanderings she had picked off different pack pups in her rage, going after the females and taking the males, training those most loyal to be in her guard until they turned two, in which she either killed them or sent them packing. After another three months though her will and anger died and she became empty with no purpose, wandering the woods, running from other wolves and bears seeking to kill her. Until one day on a snowing morning she was shot from a large low flying beast and taken to the Lunar Wildlife Sanctuary where she begins to heal and finds a new purpose. Her inner flame turning back into a blaze of ferocity.

{Group History}

N/A

{Relationship Information}
Family Tree

Parents:

Baldr (Father)- NPC
Greta (Mother)- NPC

Siblings:

Talia (Sister)- NPC

Mates:

Volan- NPC (Deceased)

N/A

Pups:

7 pups- NPC (All Deceased)

{Other Information}

Likes:

-the thought of a family
- fighting

Dislikes:

-Bears
- Most wolves
- Light rain "If its going to rain, it might as well storm"
-Porcupines "Prickly bastards"

Favorites:

-Caribou
- Autumn
- Pups
- Blood
- Chasing
{Avalibility}

Timezone: Central Time U.S.

Preferred Methods:
Notes: yes
Comments: no
Skype: maybe
Docs: preferred
Other: maybe?

Description
So this is Inara's new reference. I changed her ruff to make her seem a little bit more sinister. I can honestly say she looks so much better than before. My art has improved so much since several months ago. I'm still contemplating weather to bring her into or I'm partially leaning towards WoLF because that's where I first applied her but I guess that depends on which group opens up first.

Reference:

Inara's information will be worked on at a later date and is currently inactive until an opening appears.

Name: Inara (pronounced: {ee-nar-ah}

Gender: Female

Age: 5 years

Pack:

Tier: omega

Other:

Height: 34"

Length: 60"

Weight: 100 Lbs.

Soundtrack:

{Physical Traits}

General: Valley- 45% Mountain- 55%

Build: Inara has a tall lanky build and a short coat like her grandmother who first reigned in the valley to be an elk hunter. She has a large chest to hold powerful lungs and a sort of streamlined body to keep her going. Her mother's genes granted her large ears (all the better to hear you with) and height. While her father's mountain genetics granted her a small petite nose, and her gorgeous whitish-grey pelt and long fluffy tail. Her gait is high held and graceful with a bit of indignant pride.

Pelt: Inara's white pelt is a medium length and rather dense. A bit of a curse during the summer months really, so she tends to stick to the north end of the territory.

Voice: Cersi Lannister

{Personality}

|Cynical | Inara trusts no one. She hold dearly the belief that no wolf is selfless, that it is all in their own self interest and thus allows herself to be cynical. She has little love for others and rarely goes out of her way to help unless theres something good in it for her. This nasty trait is a product of her past that she can never seem to get past.

|Insomniac| If there was anything Inara would love more than being empowered would be a good nights rest. She can never seem to fall asleep, it may also be due to the reoccurring nightmares she has of her miscarried pups and time as a loner. Inara has often been known to get into fights with other wolves for pestering her when she is trying to sleep. This disorder often keeps her moody and on edge.

|Snide|-Due to her insomnia, Inara often makes snide comments even when she doesn't mean to. This often gains her a few enemies but she usually makes up for it by leaving a bit of prey for them in the early morning before anyone is up.

|Impatient|-This female rarely waits for others. Early is on time and on time is late. Often she will start the patrol on her own if the other wolves are late coming, and she does not wait to eat. Hardly restraining herself from eating while the alpha is eating. Her time as a loner taught her that you wait for no one or you die.

|Callous|-Inara cares little for others that aren't close to her. She cares little if they live or die and rarely helps out unless it benefits her in some way.

|Quiet|-Ever since her exile Inara has been deathly silent, even to those she had trained, often giving vague comments on her pupils training. Still, they came out strong quiet warriors. Until she killed them or chased them away. Yet now that she was relocated she almost never speaks unless she is angry.

|Introverted & Reserved|- Inara prefers to stick to herself. Never talking much on herself or letting her history slip and she likes to keep it that way. She rarely goes to pack meetings, disliking large crowds.

|lawful evil|- Although evil rules her heart the female, usually keeps it within bounds of the law since her fiery spirit dwindled after realizing that she was doing nothing good for herself.

|Courteous|- Inara goes no where without her manners. Even in the roughest of times her deep rooted prim and proper upbringing makes sure she behaves modestly towards others even if she is on a psychotic rampage

|Shares|- Inara is always willing to give up food to those who need it most. If it is a pack member she will often be seen skipping meals or hunting for the younger to keep them fed. She also doesn't mind giving up some trinkets or herbs occasionally, but reluctantly

|Gentle &Loving|- Least expected from such a fiery wolf Inara has a gentleness to her rarely seen. When raising the pups she stole she often became a caring mother to them, her maternal instincts always in overdrive when around pups. Each pup she killed weighs on her heart but at the time she always felt she had to. Like it was the only way to make up for her curse. Now that she is in a new, and altogether strange pack of her own her heart has grown to any pups almost tenfold and constantly wishes for pups of her own. Often praying to her gods for the ability to have pups when the time is right.

{History}

Inara was a princess of the north and like all princesses, she acted like one. She was always the center of attention, as was her right as she was first in line for her parents throne, yet just below her was her little sister Talia. The youngest of the two by only mere seconds, she was always second which caused her to loathe Inara. For a princess though, inara acted like a queen as she grew, kind and warm-hearted to her subjects and easily one of the highest ranking wolves on the border watch. As was tradition, the heirs would leave at a year to live, eat, train and fight with the watch until the time came for Inara to be mated. This time the young heiress was matched with a male from the north east, closer to the coast, where the ice gave to the ocean. There was an uneasy peace between the two large packs and they wished to bond the packs as to keep from war. Yet the deal was so long as the mated couple produced heirs Inara's pack would remain their own. The mating was all very happy. Volan, her mate loved her parents and strove to keep them and her happy. It was bliss, until she miscarried in april...and the next april. She was barren. Her parents were devastated, Volan was worried for them but seemed indifferent to her. He wanted pups, yet she couldn't give him children, and thus distanced himself. Although the problem wasn't her. It seemed the gods had another plan for Inara and thus their chromosomes were not compatible.
She stayed in the den for two days before she left the camp for a run to clear her head. It lasted until the next evening. Yet when she came back she spotted Volan and Talia together, like mates. They had been mated. She could smell it. When she went to her parents they welcomed her, yet humiliation burned in her stomach. She would never be queen, rage tore at her, blind and vicious. It ate at her slowly, finally building up and exploding when her nieces and nephews were born. There would be no life for her in a pack whom she knew had failed so she left, yet stayed close to the pack following them. plotting her revenge. Volan could have fought for her, why was her sister fertile when she wasn't. All that time she had become distant, often lagging behind on hunting trips and going off alone, looking for a way to create chaos in her pack. It was perfect.
A few weeks after the pups birth she struck, one night at a time, she killed three pups until on the last night. She went after the new pair, killing them in a blind rage. She took the last two male pups as her own, telling the pack of how two rebels of Volans pack had killed them hoping to prevent any heirs so they could make this pack an extension of theirs. How she had found them and fought them off. As she was no fool, inara had even killed a member of Volans pack that she had been in contact with and littered the ground with his blood and scraps of fur to prove her claim. And for months it worked, until one of her nephews let slip that they hadn't seen a member of their fathers pack or smelled him in the den on that night. Inara was swiftly exiled. How could her parents sentence their last living daughter to death? In her wanderings she had picked off different pack pups in her rage, going after the females and taking the males, training those most loyal to be in her guard until they turned two, in which she either killed them or sent them packing. After another three months though her will and anger died and she became empty with no purpose, wandering the woods, running from other wolves and bears seeking to kill her. Until one day on a snowing morning she was shot from a large low flying beast and taken to the Lunar Wildlife Sanctuary where she begins to heal and finds a new purpose. Her inner flame turning back into a blaze of ferocity.

{Group History}

N/A

{Relationship Information}
Family Tree

Parents:

Baldr (Father)- NPC
Greta (Mother)- NPC

Siblings:

Talia (Sister)- NPC

Mates:

Volan- NPC (Deceased)

N/A

Pups:

7 pups- NPC (All Deceased)

{Other Information}

Likes:

-the thought of a family
- fighting

Dislikes:

-Bears
- Most wolves
- Light rain "If its going to rain, it might as well storm"
-Porcupines "Prickly bastards"

Favorites:

-Caribou
- Autumn
- Pups
- Blood
- Chasing
{Avalibility}

Timezone: Central Time U.S.

Preferred Methods:
Notes: yes
Comments: no
Skype: maybe
Docs: preferred
Other: maybe?