Psych [wip]

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Part 1: The Profile

Name: Psych
Species: Canis Lupus Gray Wolf
Age: 5
Gender: Female
Pack: Loner for the moment.

Physical Appearance: Psych is a dark gray/black colour. Due to her hazy colour, it suits her for hunting nocturnal prey. Psych’s eyes are a bright, vibrant yellow, which take in vast details. Her body is mostly built for speed and hunting; therefore, she is out of proportion, being slightly skinny, but broad. Psych’s tail is also long and unuseful when chasing down prey; it acts mostly like a cheetah tail, whipping about setting herself off balance. Psych’s left ear is also torn in several places due to an attack when she was a young pup. It appears as though she was attacked by a wolverine or another wolf, when she was actually attacked by a dog.


Short Description: Rough, mean, broad, scarred, gray, full of it.

Personality: Psych acts rough, tough, mean, and stubborn around other wolves and dogs. She seems to show no respect to any of the other alphas or any wolf or dog period. However, unlike some of the wolves that she knows, she can be helpful and respectful when the time calls for it. She chooses not to pick sides, or allies, although she seems that in her time of need she shall pick allies, which is all too rare for her. Psych also likes a few things, and they seem to have come with her name, she likes the darkness, alone time, and oddly enough, the moon. Psych is also what some people call ‘full of yourself’. She thinks highly of herself and thinks that no one compares.


Belongings: Anything your wolf keeps.

History:

Family and Relationships: Clipper-sister, Willow-Sister, Black-brother, Haze-brother, Fleet-mother(deceased), Dusk-father (presumed deceased)

Part 2: Writing Sample

Writing Sample: Psych was careful. Extremely careful, even though she was on the the same side, who knew what it held before her. Her eyes scanned the territory that was in sight, gaining slight knowledge to where the foxes were sleeping. The camps outer rim was not as strong as they had thought it was against the foxes, as they had originally thought; now they were paying for it. Psych shook her head. “Those dogs, they though they could pummel in here and say they were going to destroy us without a fight. Bah, they do not know what they are up against. This situation is going to take severe thought and preparations; we must do what we must.” She thought aloud to herself. The current situation was not one to lightly think upon, Psych was a deep thinker, and she often chose to study the situation from afar, and chose not to be caught up in internal affairs of other packs however grave the situation is. Despite it all, Psych’s master plan was beginning to unfold, with the disruption of the dogs and other creatures, the packs would be caught up against each other trying to find allies to help them. Seeing as the Lost Mountain wolves would not help anyone at this moment in time, made everything much better, the situation was a great cover-up. Her planning of attacking the neighboring packs for food was much better with the attacks of the animals, rather than just her pack. It helped that while the packs were off fighting, it produced an opening to receive the fact that at that current moment, her pack was strongest. It didn’t matter to her if she was going to be considered a traitor amongst the alphas, at this point, it was just to feed her pack, but the animals attacking the clans was not her idea, to her everything was a conspiracy to ruin the lives of those who live here. She had no time for fun and games; she was strictly on business, important business at that. She was to search for an opening in one of the dens of the foxes, to discuss with them, and then she was to search for an opening into one of the packs, surely this would be something that all of them could do, or at least, she could do. Psych's eyes again examined the vast terrain; the flat lands could do nothing to her now.