Boots - ♀ - DirtyPaws

[Boots]

. : Name : .
Boots DirtyPaws.

. : Nickname : .
Boots, DirtyPaws, Paw, Dusty.

. : Gender : .
Lady, lass, female.

. : Age : .
Around three years.

. : Birthday : .
18th of June.

. : Species : .
Grey Wolf.

. : Subspecies : .
70% Russian Tundra Wolf, 20% Eastern Timber Wolf, 10% Unknown.

. : Desired Rank : .
Olympian or Council Member or Demeter.

. : Pack : .
Loner for now.




. : Build : .
Boots is a large girl, almost as tall as the average male grey wolf. But is isn't as broad as a male, only slightly broader than a normal female. Boots has fairly long legs, and large paws. Her paws act like flippers in the water, and snowshoe on land. She is rather strong and fast due to her build, and she doesn't have too bad stamina either.

. : Fur Texture : .
She has thick, well compact fur that hides her build very well. Only short on her legs and face. Even her deep scars are still furry. It is very long on her chest, neck and under belly along with her bushy tail. Thus making something like a mane. It is very soft and silky to the touch, unless she has just gone swimming. Then it is mattered and messy.

. : Eye Color : .
She has deep emerald eyes, the same color as the leaves of oak tree leaves during the wet season.

. : Fur Color : .
She has a tan, sandy russet color all over her base coat. But she also has a dirty, muddy brown for her markings.

. : Markings : .
Boots has a dirty brown tail tip, ear tips, and socks. She also has five or four dots under both eyes that go in a curve, that really bring out her emerald eyes. And, she also has a strange V on her back that is the same muddy color during the spring and a jet black during winter.

. : Scars : .
The V shaped marking on her back is actually a deep wound that she got from a large bull bison that was in the rut while she was leaving her birth country. She also has many scars on her right flank, rump and a few on her chest. Most of them are hidden by her deep fur.




. : Traits : .
Boots is a couraged young dame, with a heart of gold. Yet, it is broken and to be fixed, which is unlikely due to her stubborness. She is loyal and brave, yes, but she is also a rebel. She can and will disobey from time to time. Mood swings are also thrown into her personality, and can come without any warning. This was caused due to her puphood, of course. But Boots is a she-wolf with attitude, and can do the unexpected. Boots has never seen another pup before, but she has a love for them, along with a hidden sense of humor...

. : History : .
It was a dreadfully wet and stormy night when Sister gave birth to her first litter. The first to squirm it's way to the tan underbelly of the new mother was as golden as the desert with small dirty brown paws which the family got their name from. Her name was little Boots DirtyPaws. Her ears were tipped in the muddy color along with her tail and little dots under her eyes. Even though she was a pup she was larger compared to her siblings. Deltoreé, her brother was midnight black while Russia was a faded cream version of Boots. Deltoreé took after his father, Wilson, while Russia and Boots took after their mother, Sister. The huddled pack of three crowded the pups and mother as they observed them. Two were loners of a tattered grey and russet pelt, they were brother and sister. But the tall black one on the far right was Wilson, his emerald and grey eyes staring out the cave's entrance. He was hoping for the storm to stop; The food store were low.

The pack was thin and hungry. Boots was only two weeks old and growing, Deltoreé had already outgrown her in the short weeks though, leaving Russia the smallest. Their father finally went out into the storm to hunt. Their mother worried when he didn't return for two days. He had vanished in the storm. Finally, after little under a week, Sister went out to find her mate. Only to find him in their hunting grounds, his jet black fur standing on end; He had been shocked by lightning while hunting. Sister dragged him back to the cave where everyone mourned. Even the two-three week old pups howled as they sent their last goodbyes to their father.

The storm continued day and night, and the pups had been given the last of the food stores as their mother had already fallen. Now, it was just the pups and the two pack members, Laurence was the older male of the group, then his sister who was a deep grey. Her name was Stone. Laurence acted as their new parent and teacher, even as the storm passed. He made sure little Boots, Deltoreé and Russia had a good share of soft meat and edible berries to keep their strength up. As a ex nanny in his old pack, he proved to be a great guardian as his sister, Stone, kept quiet about the whole.

The sun had dried up the rain by the time Stone had enough of her brother ignoring her for the pups. She went for little Deltoreé during the night, just a simple bite to the neck and Boots' brother was gone. His scream awoke Boots, Russia and Laurence. With Stone going for little Russia next with no sign of stopping, Laurence had no choice but put an end to his sister. The fight was brutal, blood stained the cave floor. But finally, with Laurence on top of his sister, staring into her ivory, colorless eyes he drew the final blow until she lay motionless on the ground... It was over.

Boots and Russian managed to stay alive the whole time, dodging falls and bites. The two cream coated two were carried away from the cave by the russet male. They were off to a new home somewhere far away.

Laurence fed them well and protected them while there were on the road. They never did settle for a territory long. With only one single male protecting them and the territory they couldn't, especially with lone wolves searching for a quick meal. But he managed to keep them together and healthy until Boots and Russia were yearlings and the russet male was six, a middle aged male. Russia decided she would be a burden to the small group no more, instead going off on her own to find her own way of life. Laurence could not stop her, she was almost full grown and her instincts growing stronger. Boots felt safe with the russet male, though. She had spelt her whole life with the brute, and had formed a close bond with the male as though he was her farther.

When Laurence was seven and Boots was about two years, a young adult, she felt it was about time to go. Laurence was still a fit wolf despite his age, and he had spent pretty much his whole life on the go. But Boots still didn't feel right when she left him all alone. But, pretty much every wolf must go through despersalisim.

After almost half a year of roving, Boots DirtyPaws ran into a large chocolate brown male who's name was Prodotis. He was a rather handsome male with deep blue eyes, the same color as the ocean. The next thing she knew, she was in love with the bloke and he loved her back. They traveled together to a new land, Greece, which was Prodotis' birth land.

While their last hunt in the area they met, Boots got injured in the back but ignored any treatment at all. Her stubborness kicked in, despite her wound she took down the beast. After the feast, Prodotis proposed they become mate. Boots accepted.

After exploring pretty much all of europe and getting lost several times, they finally made it to Greece. Boots had never seen anything like it. Prodotis took her to his old pack's den deep in the forests, he said it was The Fallen Gladiator's Forest when they arrive. Boots, of course, made herself comfortable.

But it was early morning when Boots found out that Prodotis had left her for another she-wolf. She was broken hearted, and wasn't sure what to do now. She had no more friends, no love, not even Laurence whom was always by her side. Now, it was just herself, but she would march forward for a brighter future...



. : Strengths : .
Quick, strength, wisdom, quick thinker, light weight, mimicking sounds, dancing.

. : Weaknesses : .
Broken heart, pups, stealth, bad eye sight, lightning.

. : Likes : .
Star gazing, handsome and wise males, rolling around in grass or snow, friends, family, her pack, loyalty, nature, peace.

. : Dislikes : .
Greed, lightning, sickness, annoying animals, fighting, killing without a reason.

. : Dreams : .
Despite her past, Boots wishes to have a mate and raise a brood.

. : Fears : .
Lightning, that her family/friends/pack dies, sickness.




. : Hunting : .
60/100

. : Fishing : .
35/100

. : Brewing : .
50/100

. : Herbs : .
5/100

. : Gardening : .
50/100

. : Strength : .
60/100

. : Speed & Agility : .
60/100

. : Stealth : .
30/100




. : Crush : .
Eh, no.

. : Mate : .
Hopefully soon.

. : Past Mates : .
Prodotis - [Unknown]

. : Offspring : .
That would be a dream come true for her.

. : Siblings : .
Kallini - Sister In Paw/Law - [Alive]
Russia - Sister - [Unknown]
Deltoreé - Brother - [Deceased]

. : Parents : .
Wilson - Sire - [Deceased]
Sister - Dam - [Deceased]
Laurence - Guardian - [Alive]

. : Grandparents : .
Unknown.

. : Aunts : .
Unknown.

. : Uncles : .
Unknown.

. : Friends : .
None yet.

. : Best Friend : .
None yet.






. : Scent : .
The pine forest after the rains mixed with freshly dug up dirt.

. : Vocal : .
It is very smooth, calm yet strong and fairly clear. She has a slight australian accent, but nothing more. But her howl is fairly deep and loud, with a calm rumble in the background.

. : Theme Songs : .
Vance Joy - Riptide
Muse- Butterflies and Hurricanes
Passenger - Let Her Go
Charlie Brown- I'm On My Way

[Talos]