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Ovana Thalia.

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The wolf aches at her skin, tickling at her palms. Longing to be let out. To let her bones bend into form and stand tall as a beauty of the night. Leaping into a night of ebony and stars. The earth dipping beneath nimble steps.

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Who Am I...

A were-wolf.

Romantic Interests

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My Story Is...

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She has no story. Not one she is willing to share, anyways.

 

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My Appearance

 The Wolf

 

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