Height 3 feet 4 inches	Weight 90 lbs
Eye Color Red	Fur Color Navy Blue
Markings Electric Blue & Sandy Gold	Scent Herbs and Spices

The runt of her litter, a small pint, and ‘insignificant bug’, Zenali has always been well away of her height when compared to just about everyone but a pup. Though often verbally abused for her size by her family, her beauty is anything but short coming, childish, or grotesque. Her form is lean and aerodynamic with long, not fragile, legs meant for speed and endurance. Her stomach is slim, but the curve is almost unnoticeable through the shagginess of her fur along her belly. With ears like a fox, and cheeks like a raccoon, Zenali yields a youthful appearance but keeps up a mysterious gaze that corrects onlookers who might assume that she is a character of innocence.

A sapphire among her family, whose colors often consist of darker or bland tones, Zenali took on the nickname ‘Little Blue One’ from a young age. Though not like the ocean, her navy pelt is hard to mistake when under the view of a light source, but easy to conform to the darkness on a moonless night. Markings, like most, adorn her bodice, fluidly changing from navy to an electric blue that glows starting as a large spot down the bridge of her nose. The tips of her ears are also dipped lightly, as is a small stripe running from her head, down the back of her neck, spine, and ending at her rump where stripes slowly form into rings following the length of her tail. She is even touched along her legs, with three stripes on each elbow and four on both of her heels. Blending with her nickname, the Little Blue One also has a deep purple/blue nose, tongue and paw pads, an odd genetic among her family, but one that is prominent on her mother’s side. In contrast to the blue, Zenali is also made up of a sandy golden color along her stomach, in the inside of her ears, dabbed upon each paw and striped just under each deep red eye.

And what would this blue drop upon the land be without her trinkets and treasures? Like the color of her eyes, Zenali’s trio of stones that are embedded into her skull are like rubies among the sea of her pelt. She is also adorned with earrings made of bones that connect under her neck with three claws in the middle, and a silver ring around her right heel with three blue-tipped black feathers hooked into it. Her most prized possession, however, is a sort of sash made up of dragon scales along her left shoulder and four long spikes along her right, which she practically stole off the back of another wolf.

Likes Trinkets. Gambling. Healing	Dislikes Fish. Losing. Dirt
Hopes insert hopes	Fears Losing her Treasures. Unable to Help Others

A once emotionally abused child, ridiculed for her size and for her insignificance of power, Zenali has grown by surviving a past riddled with love and hate to become the wolf she is proud to be today. If it wasn’t for Zayik, perhaps she would have even continued on the path of being pathetic and meek, but her removal from her family has given Zenali a chance to renew her life, which she has fully taken advantage of and continues to with every new experience that comes her way. However, it would be hard to believe that she was ever mistreated in her youth given her upbeat personality today. Signs of her shy, submissive puphood have all but disappeared to be replaced by an optimistically happy and fun-loving character that prefers the company of others than the boringness of solitude when, once upon a time, she only wanted to hide.

Now a sarcastic and clever girl, Zenali can be a bit annoying as her confidence levels have all but hit the sky as she speaks her mind with little reserve and brutal observation and courage to be unafraid of the repercussions after. It’s not to say that she has no respect for others, or humility, and will in fact keep her thoughts to herself for the sake of others if they do not pester her for an opinion or piss her off. It may be surprising, but Zenali can keep a secret. She is deadly loyal to her friends and those she considers her ‘true’ family, always willing to help out, albeit with a bit of grumbling, within logical reasoning. Being a healer though, Zenali also has a sense of self duty to aid anyone and everyone who comes before her, or those she may find, whether they are friends, enemies, or strangers. It isn’t best to describe this little one as a good samaritan however, as she does have some strange traits along with a mysterious aura that hides her thoughts and feelings too perfectly even when among friends and laughing.

It isn’t know what causes her to do this, but at times Zenali can become unhealthily obsessed over objects she deems to be ‘her’ treasures. An example would be the feathers around her ankle, and another would be the spikes she took off the back of a wolf she had healed as a form of ‘repayment’, though honestly she just couldn’t leave him without those beautiful spikes of his and knocked him out before stealing her new treasures and leaving before he woke again. She knows it is a bad habit to have, but those thoughts never stop her from finding something new to obsess over. Beyond that, Zenali can be a little pompous and believes at times that she is of more importance that others. This is especially true when she is around her familiar Zayik, who might have fawned over her a little too much when she was younger, but only because no one else treated Zenali as if she were anything precious before.

It should also be mentioned that, despite her youthful appearance and energetic personality, Zenali is a very mature character that can get scary serious when the situation calls for it. It’s normally a trait exposed when healing, if asked for some personal advice, or when dealing with a particularly sensitive quandary that needs proper attention. Because of this, Zenali practically demands respect and will give it back if given in return, and scoffs when someone treats her like a lesser being or like a child.

Father Klaiman Romvorik	Mother Helari Oveliatt
Siblings Mons [brother] Fellyri [sister] Hanora [sister]	Pups n/a

As a newborn, not much could be said about Zenali other than the fact that she was the runt in a litter of four. Her parents, then, still had hope that their small child would someday become a great asset to the family. As she grew older, however, her size didn’t change much and she displayed no sign of any powers for over two years of her life. Her parents, by that time, and her siblings and other relatives in general, had given up hope in the little blue girl and made it clear of their disdain. She was verbally abused, and physically humiliated by being treated as a slave. It was all she could do, and the only position she could keep to stay with her family rather than being turned into an outcast.

At the age of five, Zenali was sent on an errand by her brother, Mons, for a reason she can’t recollect, and found herself lost in the mountains of her homeland. Alone and afraid, it was during this time that she first met Zayik, a beautiful blue-flamed phoenix who swooped from the sky and stole Zenali with the intention of eating her once he had her in his nest. It didn’t go as planned, however, when he noticed how her emotions, and some of her thoughts, pierced his mind as the same happened vice versa.

Knowing that this was the beginning of a bond, but angry and unsure of how to handle the situation, Zayik left the blue female in his nest and flew off without a word, leaving her for almost two full days alone, confused, and unable to escape from the precarious height. She believed it was her fate to die by this point, keeping off starvation by chewing on some old bones left behind from other kills, until the large bird came back one night with a mountain goat in his claws. He offered her the free food before ignoring her once again to sleep off his exhaustion. Zenali ate then passed out herself, shivering in her little corner of the nest. When she woke up the next day, Zayik was carrying her back to the edge of her homeland where he left her without a word and flew away.

Once returning to her family, Zenali received a mouthful from everyone in turn, with few showing any sign of concern as to where she had been. Not wanting to explain herself, the small female ignored their harassment and continued her life as it had been before. The only difference, she secretly met Zayik after that every couple of days. During that time the two began to understand each other, and become more comfortable around one another as the bond deepened.

At the age of seven, Zenali finally snapped at her family, cursing them out and attacking anyone who got too close. Though she was small, and there were more of her so called ‘family’, the Little Blue One did not back down. Before anyone could ‘correct’ this behavior, however, Zayik appeared and took his partner away from the chaos of her relatives to live a new and better life elsewhere, but where to go? Zayik, being over 300 years old, knew of a place that Zenali’s family had traveled from, and where others of her kind still lived. It was a land called Kaelir, but before the duo made their way to the floating isles they traveled the world of Adymeria while Zenali began a fresh start in life. It was during this time she discovered her healing abilities, and enhanced them over the course of her travels.

At the age of twenty, Zenali and Zayik made the trip to Kaelir and finally began a new life among the isles. Within time, Zenali even joined a pack, for once being seen as an equal, and no one judged her on her height, though she was teased when her familiar wasn’t around. She then spent the next twenty-six years happily within her new home. That was, until the slumber. Like all who lived within the land of Kaelir, a powerful spell, maybe even a curse, froze time within the space of the isles. Zayik, who had been elsewhere for the time being, was not affected by the slumber and could only wait for his partner to awaken as he dared not try to find and ‘fix’ her in fear of making the situation worse.

Now awake and confused, and oddly tired, Zenali searches for any sign of her friends, family, or familiar, still unsure of what, if anything, happened while she was asleep. Though everything looks the same on Kaelir, something in the air puts the small wolf on edge. The best way to find out, she decided, is to go out and have a search herself.