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Characters Name: Anivindr (Old Norse name composed of the elements an "against" and vindr "wind," hence "against the wind.")
Character's Cert Temper: Pitiless
Character's History: Born to peace, stolen and raised in blood. Seeking to make one happy leaves one happily cursed in the snow by the blood on wings.


Skinwalkers Name: Erebos
Skinwalkers Cert Temper: Merciless
Original Christmas Song Name: Deck the Halls
Parody Christmas Song Name & Lyrics: Deck the Hills(best I could do unfortunately)

Deck the hills with bloody bones, Fa la la la la La la la, la
Tis the season to be merciless, Fa la la la la La la la la
Prowl the forest for feasts, Fa la la la la La la la la
See the morsels laid before me, Fa la la la la La la la la

Sharpen my teeth and my claws, Fa la la la la La la la la
Strike swiftly leave non to mourn, Fa la la la la La la la la
Follow me in bloody prowling, Fa la la la la La la la la
Whilst I tell proper teachings, Fa la la la la La la la la

Slow the screams of the passing, Fa la la la la La la la la
Hail the new meal ever lasting, Fa la la la la La la la la
Feast I will on your carcass, Fa la la la la La la la la
If you dont leave my forest, Fa la la la la La la la la

Characters Name: Sethekk
Character's Cert Temper: Egotistical
Character's History: Brother the perfect one. Brother the Exalted. Always better! I could be better! I will be better I will claim his throne! Jealousy and power will reign supreme!

Characters Name: Lydjyr
Character's Cert Temper: Obsessive
Character's Personality: He likes to flay things. He collects skins and sleeps on them. Only the best will do. He never stops hunting.




Characters Name: Brynjolf
Character's Cert Temper: Insatiable
Character's History: Born an orphan, he quickly realized a strange lust for blood. So he found a way to curse himself to fulfill it. It made it worse.




Skinwalkers Name: Lilith
Skinwalkers Cert Temper: Wicked
Feline's Name: Patches
Feline's Personality & History: Patches was bonded to a gruff stallion named Varen. She kept him sane in his solidarity and he was someone she could be herself with.
Born to a large family with three siblings besides herself she got used to loss early when her father was killed by a Kalona for food. She thought she could handle it but when her siblings tracked her down and gave her news of her mothers death at the paws of a rabid bear she broke down and ran into the forest to be alone. This would be the worst mistake she could make.
Feline's Last Day: The news had hit her very hard and despite Varen's cautionary words about the forest she still bolted into the underbrush stating she needed to be alone. Tears were seeping from her bright yellow eyes as she slipped from shadow to shadow being as sneaky as she could. She knew that there were bigger and stronger predators out there and she didn't want to get caught and eaten.
When she'd finally found a nice place to just get out her tears she heard the first branch snap. She was up and alert instantly, if a little puffy eyed, but she never expected how quick it would be over. She was looking the wrong way. The attack came from behind and before she knew it her neck was broken and her spirit fled from her body.
Her body was skinned and consumed for sustenance and her pelt donned by the creature who had killed her.
Outside the forest a high keening scream and an angry bugling came from the stallion who'd felt the loss of his bonded.
Sadly though he located her remains Varen never found the culprit, because the ice eyed demon was already long gone.




Skinwalkers Name: Lucian
Skinwalkers Cert Temper: Strategic
Original Christmas Song Name: Do You Hear What I Hear
Parody Christmas Song Name & Lyrics:
"Do You Fear What I Fear"

Said a Mare to her little foal,
Do you see what I see?
Way off in the distance little one?
Do you see what I see?
A skinwalker! A skinwalker!
Flying through the night,
With fangs as big as knives,
With wings as dark as night.

Said the little foal to his familiar,
Did you hear what I heard?
Echoing through the night familiar mine?
Did you hear what I heard?
A scream, a scream!
High and keening through the trees,
The sound so loud its deafening,
The sound so loud its deafening.

Said the familiar to a mighty Stallion,
Could you fight off this beast?
In your lands mighty one?
Could you fight off this beast?
So my foal, my foal,
Might sleep this night?
Fearing nothing but the cold,
Fearing nothing but the cold.

Said the Stallion to his herd,
Listen now to what I say,
This beast dies tonight!
Listen now to what I say,
A foal, a foal,
Depends on us,
Let us bring this fight,
To its proper end!

Characters Name: Amaruq
Character's Cert Temper: Savage
Character's Personality: Grizzled with age, this half blind walker knows the value of patience and control. Those that think they can tangle with an old wolf soon realize their mistake.

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Skinwalkers Name: Inaya
Skinwalkers Cert Temper: Impetuous
Feline's Name: Tama
Feline's Personality & History: She was always a stern, no-nonsense sort of feline. Her protective streak ran a mile wide, and though she presented an almost cold exterior, underneath that monochrome fur was a heart of absolute gold. As bobcats often are, she was a solitary creature, living for herself in her established territory as an accomplished and skilled hunter.

Then the day came when she had her cubs. She had never considered herself to be the maternal type before, but those twin balls of fluff melted her heart and gave her a whole new purpose to live for. Unfortunately, a first time mother has her difficulties. A fox found her den while she was off hunting and when she returned, there was neither hide nor hair of her cubs. She fell into despair, torn apart by the grief that threatened to consume her... until, by a miraculous stroke of fate, she happened to find an abandoned basket by the riverside.

It would have been an easy thing to make a meal of the helpless foal inside, but her mothering instincts would have never allowed such a thing. She took the poor babe and raised her as her own, teaching her as best she could. Fortunately, the filly was a meat-eater, so she was able to provide for the young Soquili without too much trouble. She called the filly Inaya, and together, the two saved one another from a cold and lonely fate. Inaya was an earnest, passionate creature, though was prone to losing her temper easily and giving in to her frustrations. The two were inseparable, and long after Inaya had grown, she stayed with the feline and even began to hunt for her when she became too elderly to make successful kills for herself.

Feline's Last Day: The cold made her joints ache in the most unpleasant fashion and a rumble of malcontent echoed in the feline's throat as she forced herself to stretch. In truth, she was growing worried. Her daughter had been gone for hours now--far longer than her usual time away while hunting. As much beauty lay in this forest besieged by winter, danger was ever present. As strong and capable as her child had become, Tama knew that the mare was prone to outbursts and feared she would foolishly throw herself into the jaws of a predator who outmatched her in both experience and skill.

Her claws dug into the rocky soil to keep her balance as she crept down old rabbit trails, seeking out the hunting grounds she'd shown Inaya when she was a mere babe, still so bright and new to the world. She could smell faint traces of the mare, but the scent led deeper and deeper into the woods--far beyond their territory. Tama's lips drew back in an irritated snarl, vowing to cuff the foolish girl for her boldness. She knew the dangers of straying too far from home, but did she listen? Grumbling to herself, the elderly bobcat limped onward, straining her senses just in case anything thought to make an easy meal out of her.

Hours passed. Tama's irritation had bloomed into full-on worry that was nearing panic. Where was her child? She pushed her aging body to its limits, sacrificing endurance for speed as she raced through the underbrush. Something must have happened, and - oh gods - she could not bare the thought of losing yet another babe--

--the wind shifted without warning, and the scent of Inaya filled her nose at once. Tama dug her claws in as she screeched to a halt, whipping around. There! The silhouette of a mare lurking behind a tree. "Inaya!" She called, consumed with an odd mixture of utter relief and white-hot anger. "Foolish girl! Where have you been? I thought the gods had finally claimed your stubborn hide!" She hobbled closer, her body crying out from the paces she'd put it through. Well, none of that mattered now. So long as the mare was safe, Tama's old body would recover with some much needed rest.

The mare suddenly moved with frightening speed, smashing into her adopted mother with cloven hooves. Tama yowled as agony radiated down her spine, the force of the blow causing her to sail several feet until she hit the hard ground. Before she could gather her thoughts, teeth ripped into her, and the bobcat was snatched up, shaken like a ragdoll. She clawed wildly at her assailant, but the hailstorm of pain continued. A sickening wet sound filled her ears before she fell, hitting the ground and crying out as fire coursed throughout her entire body.

That, she thought wildly, her breath coming in short, stuttered gasps, is not my child. It is a demon.

The teeth came again. The gods took pity on the old bobcat and granted her the sweet mercy of unconsciousness before the bitter end.

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Skinwalkers Name: Zuberi
Skinwalkers Cert Temper: Insidious
Original Christmas Song Name: Grandma Got Run Over By a Reindeer
Parody Christmas Song Name & Lyrics: Chieftain Got Eaten By a 'walker

The Chieftain got eaten by a 'walker,
Exiting his teepee, Christmas Eve,
You can say there's no such thing as evil,
But as for all of us, we sure believe.

The angeni had been partying elsewhere,
The mers, on land, they couldn't go,
So when the attack did happen
It was only those two, out in the snow

When we found him Christmas morning,
Right outside of the attack,
He was bleeding and clearly headless,
With incriminating teeth marks on his back...

Skinwalkers Name: Alvah
Skinwalkers Cert Temper: Twisted
Original Christmas Song Name: Jingle Bell Rock
Parody Christmas Song Name & Lyrics:

Jingle Bear Rock

Jingle bear, jingle bear, jingle bear rock!
Jingle bear kills and jingle bear sticks you on the grill.
Growling and prowling up bushels of fun
Now the jingle bear's hunt has begun

Jingle bear, jingle bear, jingle bear rock
Jingle bear dines in jingle bear's time.
Dancing and prancing in Jingle Bear Square
In the frosty air.

What a dark time, it's the right time
To rock the night away

Jingle bear time is a swell time
To go visit another place
Hurry-up jingle horse, pick up your feet
Jingle out of the block

Mix and a-mingle in the jingling feet
That's the jingle bear,
That's the jingle bear,
That's the jingle bear rock

Skinwalkers Name: Sagitta
Skinwalkers Cert Temper: Unforgiving
Original Christmas Song Name: O Little Town of Bethlehem
Parody Christmas Song Name & Lyrics: O Wishing Star of Soquili


O Wishing Star of Soquili
How still the creatures lie
Above the trees and endless plains
The Wishing Star comes by
Yet in the predawn darkness
a lonely Soquili starts
The hope of a child (be a son or daughter)
Is growing in her heart

This mare is quiet and mousy
and never had the strength to try
to make the trip to the altar
and plead her case to the skies
But something now is different
And she picks her gift with care
a broken twig, a feather of her wing
and a lock of her own hair.

"Great star please hear my desperate plea,
and grant me my wish tonight
for all I ask for is a little one
I can love for all their life.
I know you have the power
to grant what my heart most seeks
Please use this gift,
to give your powers a lift
and make them just like me."

Characters Name: Mfupa Vumbi (Bone Dust in Swahili)
Character's Cert Temper: Destructive
Character's Personality: Mfupa was as destructive as they came, the curse simply making him stronger. Terror always followed him, leaving no one unscathed. A loss will do that to you...




Characters Name: Dauðans Stormur (Icelandic for Deadly Storm)
Character's Cert Temper: Glacial
Character's History: The names meaning used to carry the highest honor among his tribe, now it only carries fear. His tribe torn apart when his journey only brought terror.




Skinwalkers Name: Trajati (Croatian for Last)
Skinwalkers Cert Temper: Misgiving
Feline's Name: Bekkinantha (feline in Kannada), and Trajati sometimes refers to herself with this name.
Feline's Personality & History:
Bekkinantha was cruel and deadly to the core. Stalking their prey to eat and things to play with. Often keeping prey they found in their cave just to see how long they could live without food or water. These experiments of Bekk's were simply to see how much weaker they already knew others to be from themselves. This was the only thing that kept Bekk going in life. And their dream of one day catching the Walker who had done such terrible things to their family.

Bekkinantha had not started out as mean and cruel as they has become. They once had a strong loyal family of their own to take care of and, in turn, to take after them. This family had meant the world to them and Bekk meant the world to their family. Though this may sound normal. Just like any other family, it was something special to Bekk. Just as it would be to anyone who loved and cherished their family.
One day, while Bekk had been out to gather some small aniamls for the youngest of the family to eat, having to go a good distance away from their safe home. Upon returning a little later that day, they found their family torn up by a Walker. Bekk blamed themselves. Believing that if they had been there, they would have been able to protect those most important to them.
This turned Bekk into a cruel and distant monster. Keeping bits from their prey and toys alike and hanging them about their once happy home as decorations. Bekk had become the thing they hated most in the world. The thing that had taken everything away from them.
Feline's Last Day: Trajati wanted to become stronger. Wanted nothing more than to take down all those who would make fun of her. Who would get in her way. She was born last in her family and no one took her seriously because of it. Growing up like this made her loathe any and all who were happy with themselves. The curse was the best thing that happened to her in her mind. It would make her stronger, deadly. When she had run into Bekk, she knew it was destiny. They were the ones who would make her stronger.
The battle went on for days. Neither wanting to give into the other. Both wanting to keep their own and prove their strength. Though both were fierce, they were on oposite ends of the spectrum for why they were fighting to be on top. Sadly, after the days had gone by, Bekk finally gave in and was taken by Trajati. There was nothing more that Bekk could do. As they passed into the unknown a single tear streamed down their cheek.

Characters Name: Mictlantecuhtli
Character's Cert Temper: Sadistic
Character's Personality: Once a guardian of life, now a grim reaper ushering the unworthy to their final rest. He strives to never kill the same way twice.


Characters Name: Arawn
Character's Cert Temper: Wrathful
Character's History: His family was killed by skinwalkers. He decided the best way to beat them was to join them and became one to hunt others. Of course now he doesn’t care about collateral damage.


Skinwalkers Name: Christine
Skinwalkers Cert Temper: Vindictive
Feline's Name: Sasha
Feline's Personality & History: She was a cat, to the core. She wasn’t exactly a saint, but she wasn’t evil either. Like all felines, she enjoyed toying with her prey, but she was also a good friend to have and understood the importance of loyalty. She was the queen of her own little corner of her forest, by the pure fact that she didn’t take orders from anyone else and expected hers to be obeyed when given. This, specifically, applied to the pair of twin stallions that had been abandoned in her forest when they were mere baskets. She had found them and, in her own way, raised them as her own. Sort of.
Feline's Last Day: Sasha stretched herself on her favorite sunning rock, enjoying the morning’s rays. The day had started the best way, in her opinion. Lazily. No one had dared to wake her, a fact she decided she would reward. Later. For now, she had a belly full of fish that had practically swam into her claws and felt the need for a mid morning nap. Woe to anyone who would dare to harm her… which, unless she mistook her guess would be the annoying couple that lived on the other side of the river.

She knew all the forest creatures, and that included the handful of soquili that lived in the area. Two of which, a pair of half hippogryph males, she had basically raised. They were good boys, if a bit thick skulled. But they were male. What else could one expect from the dimmer gender? Still, they knew better than to bother Sasha until she was good and ready to be bothered. She had trained them well… until SHE had approached. Christine. Just thinking the name of the mare was enough to cause Sasha to growl softly.

Oh, Christine was a sweet enough mare. And one of the boys, Lori, had fallen for her hard. When Sasha was feeling charitable, which was rare, she acknowledged that the mare had been good for her boy. Christine had encouraged Lori to settle down and to devote his overly dramatic romantic ravings to one audience only, a fact that Sasha’s ears were very grateful for. That wasn’t the problem that Sasha had with Christine. No, the problem she had was that the mare was just… so… irritatingly sweet. And nice. And friendly. Ugh. The mare seemed to feel the need to take care of everyone and everything, and the silly little thing seemed to include Sasha in that.

The bobcat huffed softly and banished the mare from her thoughts, refusing to let the mare ruin a perfectly good nap. At least not until Christine was foolish enough to come wake her. Then, maybe, Sasha would finally give in to temptation and n** the mare in the nose. A smile curled the feline’s lips. THAT was a good image to drift off to…

A sudden rustling jerked Sasha out of her light doze and she growled without bothering to open her eyes. She recognized the scent. It was because she recognized Christine’s scent, because she had half expected the mare, that she was caught unawares. “Go away, mare, I’m sleeping,” she snarled, expecting to hear a quick apology followed by the incessant cheerful pratter that Christine was known for.

Rather than Christine’s usually melodious voice, Sasha was answered by mind numbing pain as… something… ripped into her. Her eyes snapped open as she choked on yowl, and saw Christine’s distinctive gaze staring back at her from behind a blood haze. Understanding hit her as her last breath hit her lungs and the feline’s final thought was horror for what must have become of her boys…


Skinwalkers Name: Soranus
Skinwalkers Cert Temper: Savage
Original Christmas Song Name: Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer
Parody Christmas Song Name & Lyrics:

“Grandma Got Eaten By a Walker”

Grandma got eaten by a Walker,
Walking home from our tent Solstice Eve,
You can say there's no such thing as Oyahusa,
But as for me and Grampa, we believe

She'd been drinkin too much moonshine,
And we'd begged her not to go,
But she'd forgot her medication
And she staggered out the flap into the snow

When we found her Solstice morning,
At the scene of the attack,
She had fang marks on her forehead,
And incriminating claw marks on her back

Grandma got eaten by a Walker,
Walking home from our tent Solstice Eve,
You can say there's no such thing as Oyahusa,
But as for me and Grampa, we believe

Now we're all so proud of Grampa,
He's been taking this so well,
See him in there watchin double ball,
Drinkin' ale and playing sticks with cousin Alo

It's not Solstice without Grandma,
All the family's dressed in white,
And we just can't help but wonder,
Should we open up her gifts or send them back?
(Send them back!)

Grandma got eaten by a Walker,
Walking home from our tent Solstice Eve,
You can say there's no such thing as Oyahusa,
But as for me and Grampa, we believe

Now the goose is on the table,
And the pudding made of fig, (ahh)
And the blue and silver candles
That would just have matched the hair in Grandma's wig.

I've warned all my friends and neigbors,
"Better watch out for yourselves",
They should never give freedom
To a man who hides in graves and plays with dust

Grandma got eaten by a Walker,
Walking home from our tent Solstice Eve,
You can say there's no such thing as Oyahusa,
But as for me and Grampa, we believe

Grandma got eaten by a Walker,
Walking home from our tent Solstice Eve,
You can say there's no such thing as Oyahusa,
But as for me and Grampa, we believe