Arizona

[Icy]

. A b o u t . A r i z o n a .

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Well, I suppose you came here to learn about me. And just for you, I have decided to compile a bunch of things about me. Which more or less might be vague.

So, my name is Arizona, and I'm 1 year and 9 months old. I am 96.9% wolf, and 3.1% Malamute. I am obviously a guy, and I have no mate, and do not ever wish to have one. I also am without children. I am roughly 2'6" tall at the withers, and I weigh about 83 lbs. I have a light build, with clear potential for agility. My fur is cream coloured, and my eyes are bicoloured, the left is pale blue and the right is yellow. My pupils are a darker colour of my main eye colour instead of black. I wear a chain and tag around my right hind foot, which I can't remove, which has 'cD.27.72.38.83' carved into it. And around my neck, I wear a chain with a tag reading 'Arizona cD.27.72.38.83' on it's front and 'Property of T.T.R.P. M.E.D.' on it's back. My current name that has replace my birth name, Licht, came from that tag. I have been told that I'm lazy, conceited, and vain, and been frequently compared to a leech. I am currently a resident of the Eira pack, as a hunter, and am doing somewhat better than before I did, but I still suffer from a lack of survival skill.

Oh, and about my history, if you'd bother knowing. I was born with the name Licht, in some hole in the ground in a pretty forest with pretty little trees. My parents were a wolfess named Tide, a gorgeous silver-cinnamon wolf, and my father was O'Riley, a snow coloured Irish wolf. I grew up in a small pack like group, the only family I ever knew. It consisted of my extended family, me bein' the youngest. My father's parents didn't live with us, of course, just wolves from my mothers side. Which included my grandfather, Ako, who I despise with my entire being, and Glacier, my grandmother. As well, my grand uncle Acajou, my grandmother's brother, and my grandfather's brother Adam. They didn't like me much. When I was a a year old, we started traveling. Half a year later, in a fight with some bastard from a pack we were stayin' with attacked me. My right limbs were severely injured, and I was left for dead.

Now I can't quite say what happened between me passing out and coming back around, but I woke up with the scent of my family on a trail and in perfect physical condition. I quickly found my family, and stayed with them for another three months before being attacked again. I wasn't really to sure what was wrong, I wasn't bleeding that I knew of, I had only hit pretty hard in the back. I wasn't paralyzed, yet... I couldn't really move. And again, I passed out, and woke up same as last time. Again I found my family, and stayed with them for a month. After which, they decided they couldn't tolerate me.

And they kicked me out.

So here I am. Wandering in god knows where with some foreign wolves. And of course, telling you all about me.[/blockquote][/size][/color][/font] [/center]