[b]Name:[/b] They call me: [i]Genevieve[/i] because my fur is white. They also call me: [i][b]"Genie"[/i][/b]
[b]Age:[/b] I am a young wolf, I know I am not a cub, but I am young. They tell me to say I am 17.
[b]Species:[/b] I am more than a wolf. I am something else. My Alpha says I am called an [i]Ame Souer.[/i]

[b]Appearance:[/b]
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[hider=About Genie]
I was born this. I know it. I love to be this. I am warm. I know everything with my nose. I know my own kind. I sing for them. I run and I hunt and I am fast. It is so strange to not be able to move like I move in this muscular and fast warm body... my own body. It is so strange to not know my pack mates scent. It is strange to not be able to see in the dark and not know where I am going. I miss hearing the sound of running heartbeats of running prey. My mind does not tell me this. My 'drums' do. No... not that... I mean... I mean... oh! 'Dreams!' Yes. But in these dreams my eyes are true. I only see things not so distracting as my other eyes. In my dreams I see outside. I miss outside. But outside is dangerous says Alpha. He is called [i]'Alpha Leo.'[/i] And he says that there are things out there worse than trappers. He says that I am different and that others will hunt me because I am a deviant.

Alpha Leo said that he found me. I was wounded and caught in a trap from a two-legger and so he brought me here to safety. It is strange. I do not remember a time before knowing Alpha Leo. But he is nice. He feeds me and pets me when I am sad. We live in his lair. But I do not like the Alpha Leo's lair... and sometimes I do not like Alpha Leo actually. He smells funny. He is not my kind. He is like the form I have become. I am no longer beautiful when I stand so tall. I am a--

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--monster. I was not born this. I know it. My thoughts are strange and so are my dreams. I know I ran upon all my legs and not like this. I am used to walking like this now but still... it feels different. I know I was not without this fur; my fur covered my body not just certain parts. The fur is long upon my head, but I should have a long tail to keep me warm and happy. My teeth are smaller and not sharp. My body is pale and feels cold all the time. I am too tall and cannot run as fast. I don't sing like I used to... but something... something about the sound of my throat... something familiar. I have heard a voice like this before when I ran upon all my legs; before when I was beautiful and not this... this body... this 'Genevieve.' I was known by a scent. I was known by a song. I see myself in a wall that lets my eyes see me. I am ugly. I am pale and hairless. 

Alpha Leo says I need to wear 'clothes.' I dislike the things on my bottom paws even more, but I hate having cold paws even more than my dislike for those things. Did I tell you that I have no tail? I weep at night sometimes. My cries sound different, but I am sad because my tail is gone and I cannot cover my nose with it. I like my tail! But I wear this thing around my neck. It is called a collar. Sometimes it hurts me, and sometimes it does not. Alpha Leo says it's good for me. It helps his 'tries.' No... not that. They are... yes! I mean to say: 'tests.' I am used to wearing it, but I want to take it off. I cannot become myself, the body I was born with. But he says to look at the eyes in the wall that shows me what I look like. I should get used to those eyes, he says. They do see things... more alive and distracting, but beautiful all the same. They are called 'colours.' I like colours. I like my eyes. They are coloured 'bleh.' No... 'blue!' Yes. Just like the colour of my eyes when I am in myself, my real body. But there are eyes I dream of too. Those that are not mine, not my own. They are the eyes that see the unstoppable me. This body is a monster and not beautiful. That other body, the tallest and most strongest one... that one is more than beautiful. This is what I think I should look like when I stand on two legs. I should look like-- 

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--a goddess. I do not know what happens when I become this body. But I do know when Alpha Leo tells me it is time. He says, [i]"Genie. It is time to find that place. That place in you where no one can hurt you again-- where no one will hurt [u]me[/u] again. You want to protect me right? And yes, your pack too, right? Yes, you are my little goddess are you not? A good girl, yes you are..."[/i] The last thing I know is the pain. And then the calm. And then the rage. And then the hunger. And then the irresistible drive to run and hunt for reasons more than to just feast. 

I am a good her. A girl? Yes. I am that. In all my forms I am good. I know this. I like to laugh and play games. I like to sing. I like to eat. I like to drink more than just water. I like to keep Alpha and my new packmates happy. I am good. I am fast and I can hunt too. I will wait my turn to eat because I know the rules. I like the rules because it makes Alpha happy. But Alpha Leo says that I have to be bad sometimes. And the goddess is allowed to bad even though I know that I am good. A good girl. I will be good and follow the rules. Even if it means the goddess is free to do more than hunt to just eat. I am happy to not know what happens when the goddess is free. I do not remember anything. Except one thing. The colour of eyes. Those eyes are coloured blue like my own. They are pretty. And they see me for what I truly am and what I am looking for..

A deviant seeking a soulmate. 

[b]Other:[/b] Genvieve could be considered a success. She is also unknowingly the exceptionally loyal and vicious killing machine servant of Leo. When in werewolf form, she only obeys his command. But recently the werewolf form has caught on to the scent of a human that she likes for some strange reason and her human form only knows them through dreams.[/hider]