Kon-nichiwa! Watashi no namae wa Uchiha Akirah desu. (Hello! My name is Uchiha Akirah.) kool hu?

Age: 16

Sex: female and I'm telling you now that I'm bisexual and pretty damn proud of it...so if you don't like it? FUCK YOU!

Height: 5' 2"

Weight: 117 lbs

Description: hair a little past my shoulders, black/blue, and most of the time put up with blue chopsticks, eyes are brown, I already told you my height and weight above. I wear glasses. I am always caught wearing my cosplay outfit and my Naruto headband playing at Cons or in Battle tournaments.

Additude: I am mostly like Uzumaki Naruto a hyperatcive knuckleheaded Ninja! I am always caught smiling everywhere I go. Then if I don't take my Angziety or Trazedone I am like Uchiha Sasuke who is all emoish and stuck up. I have a very short fuse that I can sometimes control. I am a girl who loves to cosplay and roleplay. It is so fun! None of my friends don't even know what it is. (v.v) It makes me sad when I have to explain it all over and over many times again. I want friends that like to do it to and don't care what others think about them.

Likes: I love Naruto, Wolves, Tigers, and I like to draw, read, and write too. I like to correct spelling and grammer mistakes in my stories. Making new friends like me is fun to do. I like to help friends out in writting there stories...meaning to check over them for mistakes.

Dislikes: When people make fun of my pack. I am very protective of my Wolf-Song Pack. We are a pack of Wolves that stick together till the end. Right now I don't have very many wolves. (v.v) Some people don't like to constantly rp. I don't like it when people don't like someone for color of skin or if they are gay. (it gets under my skin)

Favorite anime series:

Naruto, Mirage of Blaze, Junjou Romantica! and plenty more so don't worry!

Favorite yaoi/Yuri parings: lol

NARUTO: SasuNaru

NARUTO: KibaShino

NARUTO: SakuIno

NARUTO: KakaIru

My own created characters:

Akirah andScoren...both are Wolves in my pack

Favorite saying: Look into the eyes of a Wolf... The eyes of the Pack are the Wolf and for the eyes of the Wolf is the Pack.

And I loved it when Uzumaki Naruto says, "Sou Dattebayo!" It just sounds right for him.

Favorite Poems:

1.

Darkness breaks,
Moon awakes,
Night now brings the stars it makes.

Moon beams fall,
Light up all,
From silvery woods there comes a call.

Greyish blur,
Shaggy fur,
Food is this night creatures lure.

Brown deer,
Very near,
It is brought down full of fear.

Deadly bite,
Very tight,
Every Wolf will feast tonight.

2.

Silent paws trotting
on a well beaten trail,
alone in the wilderness,
so young and so frail.

Little yips go unanswered,
the moon is now his guide,
looking for ones just like him,
or have all of them just died?

He sniffs the dampened ground
and senses man everywhere,
the silence is deafening
no howls in the air.

Oh why did he venture
so far from his den,
while his pack fell silent
at the hands of men?

His stomach is growling
but the hunger he’ll endure,
his pack family is out there
it’s their blood he smells for sure.

He stops in his tracks
and raises his head up high,
the terror overwhelms him
as he lets out another cry.

But still there’s no answer
he can’t understand why,
he’ll follow their trail
or he surely will die.

For days now he’s traveled
his spirit and body gone weak,
he lies down in white clover
no more energy left to speak.

Soon the soul hovers
over this tiny, frail pup,
whose future now will be guarded
as his soul travels up.

What right does man have
to take life from a living thing,
that has no way to voice its defense
against a human being?

The wolf is a symbol,
a brother, a friend.
It’s time now for action
before his existence comes to an end.

3.

He stands alone at the top of the hill
and sings his mournful cry,
His mate and cubs are missing
He's not certain why.

He had been out hunting
was gone for only a day,
and hurried back with empty jaws
so scarce now was their prey.

He wasn't gone long
Eager to get home,
But the den was cold and empty
and he sensed something was wrong.

The smell of man was everywhere
with footprints in the dirt,
and bloodshed from his family
He knew they had been hurt.

He sat and waited day by day
With hopes they would return,
There wasn't much he could do
Except quietly sit and yearn.

Why would man come all this way
to hunt and shoot them down,
to interrupt their quiet lives
when no harm had been done?

Their territory plainly marked
and not once did they stray,
for they would rather starve to death
than to get in man's way.

The smell of chickens, cows and sheep
Were so tempting at times,
but instincts warned not to hunt them
Or they would lose their lives.

And so they lived a quiet life
Existing on small game,
Careful it was only wildlife
And nothing man had tamed.

So he could find no reason
for the bloodshed on that day,
so peacefully they lived here
So far out of man's way.

Maybe they'd be coming back
His cubbies and his mate,
Wolves are mated once for life
so he would sit and wait.

That was many moons ago
and they have not come back,
but he will not stop hoping
for the reunion of his pack.

He now knows men are murderers
but still does not know why,
and every night he climbs his hill
And sings his mournful cry.

4.

In the darkness my cries go to the moon,
knowing they might find me sometime soon.

The strong scent of danger grows ever clear,
and footsteps tell me that my enemy is near.

For so long I've been hiding and running away,
now in exhaustion my memory begins to stray.

Remembering all of the things I loved so much,
and feeling the gentle hand of nature's touch.

Long before I became such a threat to man,
one day they started chasing me and away I ran.

Slowly moving in shadow thru the trees,
never again to be free to do as I please.

Each little noise would give me such a fright,
finding my only protection in the cover of night.

I saw a nice warm barn and a good night's sleep,
never suspecting they might miss on or two sheep.

I would gladly have paid for the meal if able,
unlike them with venison and quail on the table.

While always thinking of ways to make amends,
wondering if they were sorry for eating my friends.

Just one night of hunger led to a lifetime of fear,
losing everything in life that I held so dear.

Watching my friends frolic and play in the field,
brought tears to my eyes for my fate was sealed.

Now the secluded wilderness has become my home,
left with only loneliness and a desire to roam.

Now the only peace that I can find it seems,
is when I fall asleep and drift into dreams.

Then so warm and secure in the blanket of night,
just ahead lies a meadow all flooded with light.

The full moon has turned the night into day,
bringing an irresistible urge to romp and play.

To be rolling in grass so cool and so damp,
in the soft warm flow from nature's lamp.

Just to sleep on my back and see a shooting star,
and make my wish to be in places afar.

But knowing that I must go quickly instead,
because of the bounty they placed on my head.

There's a moonlit meadow with its cooling stream,
has the freedom of heaven now seen in my dream.

And sometime soon maybe even this fall,
I will stand in the grass so proud and tall.

Then I'll cross over the field moving so fast,
fully aware that each step could be my last.

Really tired of life in hiding and running away,
so with a contented smile I'll stop and stand there today.

5.

A silhouette up on the rock
the full moon hangs behind
The wolf song that is sung
in search for its own kind...

He once was called "Alpha Male"
the Lead Wolf of his pack
A position lost with age
due to the stamina he lacks...

He once stood strong and tall
this old aged canine king
Tonight he walks the dark alone
with no pack, no den, nothing...

For time is without mercy
pulling the strong to their knees
He lifts his voice once more
to send his song on the night breeze...

The countless stars across the sky
watch him from far above
He mournfully recalls his Life Mate
of his life, the missing love...

His mind drifts to the many hunts
and the sharing of the blood lust
When he could identify his Brothers
and he knew who he could trust...

Now he is a Renegade
and he scavenges alone
Through many nights of hunger
while chewing on an old bone...

Off in the distance he can hear
the "others" share the Howling
Around him he can hear others
the predators out prowling...
He knows his time is limited
as he lays his head upon his paws

There in that desert moonlight
his old heart finally does pause...
The pack does sense his passage
so they pause, the howl in check
Then fill the night with their wolf song
his pack shows their Respect.

That is all of me I feel like typing. Now, onto my stories. Enjoy!