Name: Imila

Breed: Krakozhian wolfhound

Age: 5 yrs

Parents: unknown

Siblings: unknown

Eye color: brown (right eye is darker than the left)

Voice: Kamelia (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gZoWDa-XKIE)

Mate: none

Friends: Temperance (c) Jordan., Stefan (c) Kirbieness, Ursula (c) Jeod The Wolf, Dune (c) Trancy., Lilly-Dog (c) PerseusArgo, Alana (c) Blackcat

Likes: spending time with her friends, playing in the snow, smiling, talking, watching the Northern lights, chasing birds, ptarmigan

Dislikes: wolves, loud noises (especially gunshots), males (except her friend Stefan), when others tease her friend Temperance, when anyone back-talks her, bullies, jerks, liars

Personality: Likes to talk, preferably loud. She has a huge temper, and expresses her feelings as she pleases. As well, she can be warm, passionate, playful, sensitive, charming, and emotional. She is very animated when she talks. She likes to smile, and is generous, sunny, communicative, and romantic. She is slightly clumsy, as well as easily upset. Has a perfect memory. Furthermore, she is resilient.

History: She was born in 1923 in Sovetsk, in the eastern European country of Krakozhia. Her owner was the country's authoritarian leader, who ruled it with an iron fist. Imila was treated much better than the country's citizens, who had little to no individual freedom. Each day, Imila was brushed and groomed, and ate and drank out of gold-plated bowls. She lived like this until she was 2 yrs old, when her owner fled the country, capitulating after a month of mounting protests calling for an end to his 27 years of authoritarian rule.

     Taking the dog with him, he settled down in a cabin outside Nome. For a year, they lived by hunting, and never went into town. But the peacefulness of their life was short-lived; they didn't know that a hired killer had followed him from Krakozhia. Late one night, the killer showed up at the cabin and picked the lock. Once inside, he walked to the bed and shot the leader in the chest. The gunshot woke Imila, who tried to attack the shooter, but he kicked her away, breaking one of her teeth and cracking a few of her ribs, and he escaped. Despite the pain she was in, Imila went to her owner and put her head under his arm; he breathed his last a few minutes later. Upset by the death of her owner, Imila couldn't bring herself to eat for a few days. When she could finally bring herself to eat again, she ate some frozen ptarmigan out of the cabin's icebox. By the end of the week, she was tired of the silence in the cabin and wanted some company, so she escaped to the nearest town (Nome, in this case). Imila was nervous and kept to herself for a couple days, but she adjusted and came out of her shell.

     Later that day, she was walking down the snow-covered street when a dog walked up and tried to talk to her. Imila, not knowing any English, didn't understand what the dog was saying. As they were talking, Imila started to sense that this dog was not all dog, they had some wolf in them as well. Imila, drawing on the dislike of wolves that had been bred into the genes of her breed, started to growl at them. The wolfdog backed away, mystified as to why her kindness was met with hostility. Imila watched as she walked away. A few minutes later, she started to regret growling at them. Though they were part wolf, they were not being hostile in any way, and were just trying to befriend her. The next time Imila saw this wolfdog, she tried to apologize, but they didn't understand her. Since neither could understand the other, Imila knew that talking to them was no use, and she walked away, hoping she could find a way to apologize and gain a friend. The opportunity came about a week later.

     Imila was poking around the butcher shop when she heard a frightened scream. She took off to find where the scream had come from, and found the wolfdog in an alley, with four dogs teasing and making fun of her. Imila could see that the wolfdog was crying as well as cornered. She barked and growled at the antagonists, who went right back to teasing. Angry, Imila confronted the four dogs. The leader told her to scram, but she stayed put and stood her ground. The dog told her again and knocked her down. Imila got up and fought the antagonists, who, as they were leaving the alley, swore to get back at her. The wolfdog in the corner had stopped crying, and ran to Imila, thanking her profusely. She asked the wolfdog if she was alright though she couldn't understand her. The wolfdog, sensing what Imila was trying to ask, told her she was fine. Since that day the two have been good friends, despite the language barrier. As well, Imila has gained another friend.

Relation to Balto: her friend Temperance is also friends with Kodi

Base is (c) Keihound on FA, and used with permission

*Speaks only Krakozhian (similar to Bulgarian), and doesn't know any English