Profile of Juno

Juno's coat is a muted color of mostly grey and white. There are four small burn marks beneath her right eye. Her coat is of a usual length and thickness most of the year. There are two areas on her form that are more "fluffy" all year long: her scruff around the nape of her neck and her tail. There is a big scar across her chest, and a few that trail down her right hind leg. These scars are old, but the fur does not grow back there.

The female radiates with arrogance. She knows that she is beautiful, even though she was told her life that she was not. Over the years she has learned how to overcome some of the obstacles she suffered from in her youth. She believes that mostly everyone as a whole is bad like her, that they have the worst intentions for everything around them. Nobody can be good in a world that is so dark and ugly.

She often cannot keep one thing of interest for very long. She has been known to hyper focus on things for a while, but after time, she always grows tired of them. It doesn't make sense to keep loyalty to anyone who might turn on them. Nobody should ever be trusted. She can be rather perverse, in her words and actions. Often times, she illudes to ideas of things she wants to or could do to others. Inflicting pain in others makes her feel "happy" (take that how you will).

Though her coat is usually well kept, her mind is not. Often thinking about rather disgusting things to regular wolves, she delves into the dirty and unsavory things. It is most enjoyable to her.

TW: Mentions of sexual assault, murder, blood, torture

Her life started in the worst way. Her mother was captured, and forced to have sexual relations many times with her captor. This resulted in the birth of her, and only her. Her brothers were born still. In the rage that her father felt, he murdered her mother in cold blood, and gave the child to another to raise. She was given the name of "Skom" which means shame. It was the only name she knew for a long time. She was not allowed to be called anything of relation to either of her parents. She was raised by a slave of the pack, never knowing anything other than abuse. Her father verbally and physically abused her, telling her every day how ugly she was and that she would never amount to anything. This hardened the pup's heart and taught her that nobody could or would ever love her. They would only hate her, only want to hurt her. In the years of abuse into her second year of life, it changed. She was offered to others as a toy, a tool for their demise and pleasure.

This behavior went on for months, even when she were not in heat. They didn't care. Eventually she gave birth to a litter of two pups - females. She barely got to spend any amount of time with them because her father killed them right before her very eyes, claiming that they were not worth bringing into this world. Her daughters would have been named Elora and Sapphire. She buried her daughters in secret, while the pack was sleeping. Tears fell over their tiny unmarked grave, and that was the last time that she cried. She swore she would never emit such emotion for the rest of her life. She took a moment to compose herself and the pain she was feeling was soon changed with anger and hate. She wiped the tears from her fur and took a deep breath. She knew she would not be coming back here, never seeing their grave again. She slunk away from it, her quiet steps helped her move towards the bastard himself.

As she approached the form of her slumbering father, she stood over him, glaring down. She launched herself at his face, marring him with her fangs. He woke and in the noise of her attack, he woke the others. She was able to rip his face on the left side, injuring his eye. She was pinned by three others, but it did not stop her from trying to kill all of them. They tried to rip off her hind right leg, and attacked her chest to try and keep her pinned down. No major damage was caused, but her coat was stained with blood. In her distress, some of the females ended up joining into her attack, and getting themselves freed. When the females had the upper paw, she tortured her father for over an hour. Ripping into his flesh, biting sensitive parts of his body, bleeding him out until he could no longer live. One of the males begged for his life, and swore that he would keep her safe. She allowed him to live, but the other males in the pack were killed. The females were free to leave on their own, and they did just that. She never saw another one of them again.

For three months, she allowed the male to be with her. That is, until she got bored of him. When she didn't want anything to do with him, she tried to leave him in the dead of night. But he found her the next day. She knew she was going to have to kill him as well. She did so, and left his corpse to be picked by the scavenger birds and other animals that would be lazy enough to do such a thing.