Smooshy

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  • Name: Smooshy
  • Gender: Female
  • Played by: Squish
  • Nicknames: Smoosh, Smoo
  • Race: Red Wolf
  • Age: About 2 years old.
  • Body Type: Rather small, but her legs are long.
  • Height: 2'4" at the shoulder.
  • Weight: About 91lbs.
  • Hair: She has long, scenish hair lopped atop her head that takes on a color slightly darker than her main pelt. Blond highlights accent her dark hair very nicely.
  • Eyes: A dull gray hue.
  • Scars: None.
  • Personality: Smooshy is usually quiet and doesn't speak unless spoken to, unless feeling frightened or if she knows the other well. Sometimes, she seems like she would be stuck-up or snotty, but really, she's actually quite sweet to her friends. But she can be a real bitch if she's angry with someone or something.

• Description

  Smooshy was a red wolf, her body smaller than that of a gray wolf, and her legs longer as well. Her main fur color was a murky brown with a reddish tinge, and her underbelly is a stone gray, coating the bottom of her muzzle, traveling down to her chest and belly, and even down to the bottom of her (somewhat puffy) tail. Beginning at her shoulders is a horizontal stripe of olive green, which zigzags down her back and end at her tail. Her front left paw looks as if it had been dipped in a paint bucket of white, which had mingled with her main pelt color, creating a pale, pinkish-brown hue. Lopped sloppily atop her head is a mane of brown hair, which is slightly darker than her main fur color. Scattered randomly around her hair are pretty blond highlights, which blend very nicely with the main color there. Poking out of her thick hair are a pair of slightly longer-than-usual magenta ears.

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• Biography

  - Smooshy had been captured when she was younger; she cannot remember exactly when, but it seems like forever ago for her now. She had been kept with another group of wolves, and it seemed apparent that they were test subject—most of them gone terribly wrong. There were some with only one leg; well, one real leg, anyway. There were others with terrifyingly huge limbs, along with many other failed experiments. Smooshy dreaded what would be tested on her. But what she got wasn’t all that bad, and she has actually grown to like her “deformity,” if you would call it such a thing. What the people did to her, she doesn’t know for sure. They apparently transplanted some kind of gene into her that made a fluff begin to grow atop her head. Seeing their apparent success, the humans kept her separated from the failures, and every day they came by to check on her. Her fluff began to grow into strands, longer and longer, gaining length and volume to the amount where most human girls would feel lust towards her, even if she was only an animal.
  - Soon enough, after her fluff was full-grown, two younger-looking human girl came in and admired Smooshy. They poked at her through the cage, and they made many sounds, some sounding like squeals of terror, yet others of excitement. The bitch didn’t really know what to do, as she was seemingly “raised” around these people. Eventually, the teens pointed at her, telling something to the scientist. They wanted to color her hair! Wasn’t it good enough already? Reddish-gray isn’t that bad a color! But obviously, they didn’t care what the beast thought. The fluff atop her head was colored many times before the girls got it exactly how they wanted it. Smooshy could smell the dyes they used for weeks, and grew extremely tired of having new coats of color added to her.
  - And about a week after all this, Smooshy had had it. Her memories of freedom were growing faint (along with the stench of her constantly-colored hair), but she was clinging to those to keep her grip on reality. The fae desperately needed to escape, before this prison became her home. So, the next day the girls wanted to color her hair, at the moment they opened her cage, she snarled and leaped out. She didn’t hurt the girls; she just wanted to scare them so they could let her escape. And in the tizzy the teens were in, they left the door wide open. Perfection. Smooshy’s plan had worked perfectly, and in no time at all, she was bounding back into the wild—back to her former freedom.