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Owner:	Faen
Character Name:	Faenviel
Species:	Okamisune
Gender:	Female
Pred/Prey:	Pred/Prey
Preferences:	Scale of 0 - 5 Predator: 4 Prey: 4 Violence/Blood: 0 Macro/Micro: 5 Stretchy: 1 Digestion: 2 Pain: 0 Yiff: 2 Magic: 3
Description:	Faenviel (pronounced Fane-vee-el) is an Okamisune, from the Japanese word "Okami" meaning wolf, and "Kitsune", fox. Skipping along the river?s edge, the purring figure bounds merrily towards the waterfall. This was Faenviel. She hardly notices your inquisitive look, so focused was she on the pearling water as it beads out from the roaring falls. Floating just behind her as she passed was her scent... one a distinct, lightly scented combination of both Rosemary and Clover. The first thing you would notice is her eyes... so wide, shimmering with her innocence... One Huskey Blue, the other the Deepest of Amber, the reflective orbs seem to absorb every sight as if everything is something new to them. Russet, soft fur covered most of her lithe body, patches of ash gray patterning her as if she rolled through an old camp fire. The gray thickens at her collar bone, stretching up her neck, ending as it reaches her cheekruffs, which brighten into the purest of white. The same ash gray colored her handpaws, melding up to her elbows, whilst her footpaws took on a similar look, the gray ending just at her shins... the trademark vulpine gloves and socks. On the tips of each of her fingers, a single long retractable nail peaks them off... a form of defense, only used if she were to be provoked. Swinging behind her were three overly-fluffy tails, each tipped off with Gray patches, like the peaks of mountains. The silken fur danced to even the softest of breezes... Her muzzle was... different, to say the least. It was elongated, like that of a wolf, but as it stretched back towards those eyes of innocence, it grew more broad like that of a vulpine. Hidden beneath the pitch black lips were four, large, pointed canine teeth, behind those being short and straight, pointed to a keen sharpness. Nestled between the enameled barrier was the ashen Gray-colored tongue, the pale color clashing with the glistening crimson gums and palate, the upper, harder palate speckled with flecks of black. The deeper it went, the crimson faded away, soon melding into a royal purple of the throat flaps. All this was protected by the perfectly interconnecting canine teeth... not even water could flow between them when shut.