Melody Jilles
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A young woman, just beyond the final moment of her blooming teenage years, Melody has something of the figure of her mother and something of the hardiness of her father. She has more curves than angles, but she would never be called soft or overtly feminine. Years of archery have built her biceps and shoulders to a firm contour of sinew and bone, making her neck seem somewhat long. Her face is lightly spattered with pale freckles, complimenting the green-amber tone of her bright eyes. Dark lashes and fuller lips of apple-berry mark her as her mother's child, but her squared law and lifted ears show her father's influence. Her hair is so darkly brown is appears as black in all but the most direct sunlight. Overall, she seems a pleasantly attractive young woman, neither overly full of feminine graces nor terribly burdened by atheltic proportions. If you ignore the sharp canines and eyeteeth that wink from her ever-present grin, Melody seems a very normal country-raised girl.
The day of the full moon heralds the presence of a new wolf in the Rawlinswood, marking her modest territory from the southern banks of Norwick's lake, eart to the brook and the small frog pond, and west to the shimmering crystal shrine. Her fur is a mottled black and dusky brown, with a brighter, coffee brown "mask" over her muzze and around her golden green eyes. She's not overly large nor particularly lean, but posesses long legs that allow for greater speed and agility through the thick forest. She avoids people religiously, and will always run from people rather than chance any kind of confrontation.