::Jasiri::
Name: JasiriGender: Female
Age: Adult
Post Color: Black
Familiar: ---
Pack: ---
Rank: Beta
Mate: ---
Theme Song: xxx
Offspring: ---
Personality: Sharp, vindictive, and sure of her own abilities. Jasiri isn't the nicest of creatures, but her past shaped who she is to this day. She absolutely loathes the alphas of her former pack and will do anything within her power to get the revenge she seeks so hard. She's quick to assert her dominance over smaller or weaker wolves and her harshness, confusingly, is often coupled with kind words.
History: What were the old sayings?
“Time heals what reason cannot” and "time heals all," fat lot those who spoke such words knew. Of course, this was something she had heard often from many wolves in the seasons after illness and disaster struck. She was a different wolf, now, a changed wolf. But she was still a wolf, nonetheless, a wounded and scarred creature with more than a thorn in her paw and a monkey on her back.
The hurt she had been put through, the sheer furry of a wolfess scorned, loathing for Dunn, Marley, and her own flesh and blood, all a cocktail of angst and anger beneath one dark pelt. She wanted nothing more than revenge. Sadly, it was something that had been denied her , despite how much she had lusted after it. The illness, the fighting, she and her pale furred companion had only just escaped with their lives, she couldn't fathom how the two alphas could have possibly survived, especially as it was their jobs to protect the very pack she fled from.
Though she did not despise her new "sister," she often found she had difficulty controlling her own hasty and vindictive nature. A few well placed harsh words, coupled with random acts of kindness made any kinship between the two rocky and unstable, yet she was sure the lighter wolf would follow her anywhere. She had the strength and the wits to fight for them both and would do just that, because the other was all the distressed and lonely dark wolf had.
As time went on, changes could be noted in her behavior. She was still full to the brim with sorrow, but she was not nearly as quick to lose her temper with her pale companion, though she was quick to order her about with simple tasks, merely to assert dominance. One might say that she was making progress and moving on, and perhaps she was. There was still a hole within her, a gapping wound that she could not fill, no matter how hard she tried. She could only find true comfort in the thought that the pair of leaders that she loathed were burning and rotting in agony in the afterlife, as she dearly hoped they were. Others were not to be trusted and she confided little in others, save for equally aching companion, and she had it sternly engraved in her mind that "love" was purely only a mind game that males played with females, to control them by their heartstrings like a man would a puppet.
There was nothing to be trusted in this world, save for herself and the tan wolf that followed her, but that was all she needed to get along well enough, anyways.
She was sure of it.
And her world was completely turned upside down by the snatches of gossip she and her friend caught from the unsuspecting wolves only the night before. It took all her self control to keep crying out in alarm and fury, but she managed to keep cool well enough and to keep their position unknown. That night and the day following, it appeared as if some monster or demon had taken over her furry body. It was as if an old wound, still open and long festering, had suddenly been prodded with a stick coated in salt.
She had not uttered anything other than curses against the pair since the night before. It was as if a permanent snarl had set firmly on her features and pure hatred oozed out of every orifice in her mind and body.
The cowards!
Yes, she ran, and perhaps it wasn't the most dignified thing she could have done, but she felt little allegiance to them in the first place! What they had done to her... And her sister! She shook with the mere thought of it and snapped the thick, fallen tree limb that had been the outlet for her anger over the past hour or so. Strips of bark and shredded particles of wood littered the earth around her and flecked her dark pelt.
"By the fur, they'll pay."
The loathing in her voice was all but impossible to detect as she tore at the larger of the two halves with all her might, anything to keep her from taking rage out on herself and her companion.
"They. Will. Pay. For everything they've done! Dunn, can you hear me? I am coming for you~ And I will find you~ We will find you~ There is no place you can hide. You should have died with your pack. Now you will die without honor~ And it won't be quickly, no..." She cackled manically and spat splinters from her maw. Her "friend" would be included in this, wether she wanted to take out Dunn and Marley, or not. In Jasiri's mind, of course she would. Why wouldn't she?
All would be well.
And the ones who ruined their lives and their pack would suffer dearly.
She cast her golden orbs from the destruction she had brought to the unsuspecting limb to her faithful follower, studying her as her own, keen and forceful mind plotted. They would rest this night and set out the next morning. Old members of the pack returning, wouldn't that be a sight for sore eyes! She could play, she could pretend. She could act happy to see them, because in the end she would be happy to see them, if only because it meant she was one paw closer to bringing them to the justice that they deserved. Never did she have such a fire lit under her tail, it was as if an eager excitement thrilled every fiber of her being. Sleep would be hard to get, but she needed as much strength and energy for this that she could muster.
She could not fail.
"Comrade, rest~ Our journey begins before dawn... Sweet revenge is near."
Parents: ---
Generation: First
Siblings: Deceased
Name: Eileen
Name: Heresy
Name: Danai