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<b>My Name|</b> Tick. Like An<u>tiq</u>uity.<br>

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<b>Calling|</b> Antiquity
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<b>Rotations|</b> Three & One Fourth.
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<b>Coded|</b> Female
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<b>Guided|</b> <a href=http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1206/994544433_bdd14ae44f_b.jpg>Red Panda</a> named Kailyx.
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<b>Design|</b> Like most of the wolves these days, Antiquity has interesting, unique features. She was one of the ones affected by this virus, but not to tremendously. Her basic colors are featured purple and blue. Both are light, mixtures of shades. In an average embrace the blue takes the whole of her spine and back, as well as her nape and skull. The blue is interupted by her light, compact violet ears. This purple also appears around her chest, side and legs as well. A deeper shade of violet appears, a fine ring around her deep set eyes, darking the brow just a bit. The one seperation she has from basic markings is the coloration of her muzzle. The sides and lips are colored into a beautiful, faded rainbow. Consisting of the basic five colors: red, orange, yellow, green and blue; which colors the lips just below the damp nose.
<br>One final interest in her appearance would have to be her toxic green eyes. The lime green hue is interestingly bright against the darker shades that surround the eye. They are flecked with deeper shades of green and glassy gold. They often seem slightly mischeivious, or lost in contemplation. They rarely reveal secrets or lies, the reflection you see is strangely convincing, even if you have been toldthe most unbelievable story. Chances are, something inside you continues to confuse you into whether it actually is true or not.<br>
Her fur is fairly thick and edges toward the longer side. It appears silky and smooth, but yet slightly shagged. Grime often collects due to the wild nature. It is nothing to filthy, but heck, not every wolf is perfectly clensed all the time.

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<b>Imagination|</b> She has a curious, energentic, yet sincere disposition. She rarely is found to have a bitter tone to her words or an irritable edge to her actions. She has a sincere, parenting attitude towards most wolves, no matter the age or gender of whom she is directing. Yes, she does like to direct. Usually she does not need to say it in a venemous voice to have it done. She doesn't use to much sarcasm, so when she asks another to do something or to listen, she is expecting it to be carried out. No, even though she is the type who will step up and take charge, this does not get in the way of her respect. She does give a strong sense of respect, even to the lowliest of creatures. Though there is a downside to having her respect. You can very easily lose it. If you speak distastfully or act out of order, the respect she has for you will quickly decline. You see, she will have respect for you until you lose it. Just make sure you show her the same, undevided respect back.<br>
Another corner to her personality is how protective she can be. She is extremely loyal to her aquantences and pack mates. If one is threatened, put in danger, or damaged, she will not rest until the problem is fixed. She will stand up for the wolf or creature, and will take the daggers thrown at them without a second thought. (metephorically speaking) She would not rest until revenge is taken on any who dared to harm them. She would stand up until her defeat protecting a belief that she shares with them. Sadly, there is a downside to this behavior. THis trait of hers makes her the type of wolf who would take immediate sides in a conflict or rough situation. This can often result in further issues for herself.<br>
A few final traits are her curiousity, daring nature, and free spirit. She is a highly curious wolf, and will examine and excavate things she would like to know more about. She perfers reason over many things, and does not like the answer the the question "Why is that?": "It just is." She does not like "just" and will search for a deeper, more reasonable purpose. Her enjoyment in the adreneline rush is another strange diversity to Antiquity. She loves the feeling of excitment. Of fear, and of danger. She likes to put herself on the edge of things, and is not afraid to have those moments "close to death." This is tied with her free spirit. Her need to be alone and far at points. She can not remain caged for long, and will need to move about and do something out of the ordinary schedule once in a while.
<br>Finally, we must cover the fact that Antiquity has no skills in getting along with the opposite gender at all. Due to her disgusting past, she finds trouble when it comes to trusting a male. She may become extremely defensive when exposed to more than one of this gender at a time, or even if the other is much larger than her. Cubs and younger males she does not mind as much, but if they are the age of maturity, and fuly grown, she will remian on high alert.

<b>Fabled|</b> She was born into quite a catasrophy. Her parents did not have a simple love story. Her childhood did not consist of carefree play. Losing her family was one of the only few good things that happened to her while she was a cub. So now you may be left thinking "What the hell went on here?" Well sit back and let me tell you about this derranged past of Antiquity.<br>
Her pack was ordinary, but only in appearance. The members of this pack were suposably unaffected by this virus, but now we know that many just did not reveal any physical traits that linked them with the virus. The members of this pack were rude and had corrupted beliefs. They thought that they were superior, the only ones who were truely accepted by their gods and allowed to truthfully call themselves a wolf. They hated those affected with this virus, and hated them with passion. They thought of the new type of wolves as filth and demons, raised and brainwashed to believe these wolves were not wolves, but beasts who only partially appeared to be. And sense the virus was caused by the humans, the pack believed that the new type of wolves were discraseful, and human loving pups. Any cubs who were born into this pack with traceble signs of the virus were immediatly slaughtered, and if there were no "normal" wolves, the mother would be killed as well. The leader of this pack was known as Khan. He was extremely agressive and dishonest. Even the pack members began to think again about their leader, but none were brave enough to step up against him. He was also the father of Antiquity. <br>
Now, as I mentioned before, the relation between her parents was not love. Actually quite far from it. Her mother had been Keneira, a lowly member of the pack. Many did not like her and often pushed her around; and she let them. So as you can imagine, Khan found a strong advantage out of her easy way. He forced himself into her quite a few times, used her like a toy for his liking. Yes, eventually she did become pregnant, and bore a litter of pups. Four were originally born into this litter. One died not long after due to natural causes. Another was thought to show a trace of abnormal markings, so he too was sentanced to the grave. In the end of the first tow weeks, there were two of them left. A male and a female. The male was a dark brown and black mixture, so if he had any color deformaties, they were left unnoticed. As you probably guessed, the female was Antiquity. Her colors, as you know, are a light blue and violet. When she was a pup these appeared as simple shades of basic gray. The rainbow pattern on her snout was not visable at the time. So her and her brother grew older in a rough kind of peace. Constantly scolded for playing to often or disobeying orders. About the time they were no longer in need of their mothers milk, she was stolen away from them and again became a toy for Khan, and now also the other males. She became pregnant once more, and Antiquity and her brother grew older. The birth of the next litter was to be the mothers last. Her three new born pups all had traces of the virus. One had little stubs upon his head, where horns would grow. The others were said to have strange colors or markings, and were also killed instantly. Though for a while Khan kept the mother, for a few more goes. He used her more often, and offered her over to the other males every once in a while. By the time of Keneira's next heat cycle, she had given up with life. She no longer struggled against the forecful males and took beating from the other wolves without defense. Now Antiquity was nearing eighteen months of age. The males began to think that Antiquity would act just as her mother. But hell, they were wrong. Her mother had endured one last pregnancy, and again the pups were born "filthy" as the pack called them. Khan had enough of the nonsense, and now that his daughter was older, found no use in the mindless Keneira. He killed her off. Simple as that. Her final litter was killed too.<br> Sadly, Antiquity's brother was becoming more and more like Khan. He kept trying at his sister, but Antiquity had more spirit in her than her mother had. She fought him off every time. She defended herself from her lustful father. From most of the males in the pack. But as the months drew on, her coat began to show alittle color. The gray developed into a a slightly blue hued gray. She began to fear for her saftey. Knowing that the beliefs she was raised with were against herself. She knew that should would have to fight less, or risk immediate death. Finally a male got a strong hold on her, and forced himself into her. This tore at her self confidence viciously. She felt disgusting. She began to take the vicious mental attacks without to much defense. Eventually she grew to the age of two, and thus she became fertile. This state brought even more stress upon her as the mateless males tried again at her. One got himself successfully into her. She became Pregnant.<br>
Now you can imagine how her pride and been ripped at. The last thing she wanted to do was be like her mother, and now it seemed thats how she was turning out. During her pregnancy her colors deepend. Her light grey began a glossy violet. Her gray became a faded blue. She found the only way to protect herself was to completely douse herself in filth. And she did. She walked around covered in mud, leaves, dirt, and other discharge. Yes, her self confidence was at its lowest. She was now looked upon as the most worthless of the pack. She did not give up. She gave birth to a litter of three. Two died during the birth or were still born. One survived, and appeared to be completely "normal." She knew that the pup may turn out like her, just have the colors hidden. She would have ran with the pup if she could, but the cub was stolen from her and put with another litter, Khan planning to use her like her mother. He tried to get inside of her. At first, he did. He went for a short while, but suddenly she had vigour in her heart. She knew if she did not get away now she may bear the pups of a demon. She attacked him, spun her head around and bit at his neck. Her attack was not very harmful, but did surprise him. He pulled himself from her, and stood almost astonished for a moment. Yes, she was in extreme pain, but she would not let him win. She fled instanly. Ran into the firest and tick brush. She did not look back, but could here his hard breath and heavy steps behind her. She reached a river, and attempted to jump across. Her paws hit water, and quickly after her frame slunk into the icy liquid. She paddled breathessly toward the opposite bank. Her fur no clean, her colors visable. She turned to look back over the river, and saw her father standing in a hunched, vicious position with the inability to move. He was afraid of water first of all, but then he was also stunned in disbelief. He had been living with one of the filthy wolves all along, and had not known it. He growled curses. She ignored them. She ran. She was free of him and the rest of that horrid pack.<br>
To this day, she still is.

<br><br><blockquote><font color=ffffff>"Antiquity Like To Talk in the fancy color white."</font>
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