Jakten
Tikho
Rating:
3L - 2S - 3V
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Species
Tundra Wolf x Lemon Dalmation
Age
3 years
Birth Date
Sex
Trans Female (She/Her/They)
Height
Tall
Weight
Average
Build
Slender
Scent
Woodsmoke and Blooming Lilacs
Eyes
Rose Vale
Fur
Pearl blush and Spring rain tan
Visible Oddities
Large scar across her chest
Traits
Gentle | Confident | Formidable | Snappy
Mark of Mythris
A single glowing rune on body
THREAD NAME
location
location
LIKES
Bumble bees, sunny meadows, seashore walks
Bumble bees, sunny meadows, seashore walks
DISLIKES
Unwelcomed affection(mostly around males), dry/chewy food, rabbits
Unwelcomed affection(mostly around males), dry/chewy food, rabbits
Tikho is just as her appearance shows, gentle and soft. Hardly a sight to view as violent, rarely do you see this female lash out, keeping a cool head around any that test her temper but there are times where her..Violent nature can take hold and grasp her like a snake squeezing it's prey. She tries to never lash out, prefer a softer approach to everything, even conflicts with others. Tikho is knowing for her soft, motherly yet assertive voice.
As though dropped from the stars itself, Tikho is often mistaken for albino due to her near white fur and pinky eyes but she's not. She's a gentle cream, tundra wolf that was mixed with a feral dalmatian. She is unsure of who her parents are, but she recalls a soft pelt. She cares deeply about maintaining her pelt, keeping it shiny, soft and fluffed no matter what has gone on. Her eyes blaze like thousands of rose quartz, holding a stare that threatens others to test her temper. In the midst of her fluff, is hidden a gnarly barbed wire scar, one that has made movement in certain conditions really difficult. This scar stretches up her throat and onto her bottom lip.
As though dropped from the stars itself, Tikho is often mistaken for albino due to her near white fur and pinky eyes but she's not. She's a gentle cream, tundra wolf that was mixed with a feral dalmatian. She is unsure of who her parents are, but she recalls a soft pelt. She cares deeply about maintaining her pelt, keeping it shiny, soft and fluffed no matter what has gone on. Her eyes blaze like thousands of rose quartz, holding a stare that threatens others to test her temper. In the midst of her fluff, is hidden a gnarly barbed wire scar, one that has made movement in certain conditions really difficult. This scar stretches up her throat and onto her bottom lip.
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