Valkor___________________________________________________________Alpha Female
N A M E : Clove
A G E : Three
G E N D E R : Female
M A T E : Ezekial
F A M I L Y : Open for plots
P U P S : Three little buns in the oven.
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P E R S O N A L I T Y
A b***h, figuratively and literally. I respect only my mate. I am cold. I am cruel. I don't care for the pack, they are weak and spineless. They have brought disgusting things to the pack, and I am unforgiving. The only one who will see kindness or submission from me, is my mate. I refuse to bow down to others, and I can be very vengeful and grudging. I am a much better friend than an enemy. I don't respect sniveling wimps, and I don't tolerate disobedience. I am myself, and I will not change. I believe what I do, and no one can change that.
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L I K E S
Respect; Ezekiel; Venison; Running; Winter; Stars
D I S L I K E S
Disrespect (especially to her mate); Excess heat; Lightning Storms; Snakes
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B I O G R A P H Y
Born and raised in the Valkor pack, I was still considered only a pup when Ezekiel started to make changes in the pack that had so welcomed human. I had been raised around humans, knowing them as something of a friend, even though I feared them greatly. They walked on two legs instead of four, and had many bald patches. Not to mention that they seemed to only want to leer. The food they attempted to feed us wasn't ever the right things either. They seemed displeased when we wanted raw meat, rather then their puffed snacks that tasted odd and every disgusting at times. And they had these terrible things that they put to their eyes that made snapping sounds, accompanied with bright lights that liked to blind us. No, these humans were always scary despite what the older wolves said about them not wanting to hurt us. They never tried to touch me, but there were other wolves that seemed almost eager to be touched by these humans, and accept their strange gifts of puffed snacks that smelled of weird things I never had the chance to sniff before.
Yet, when I made a year, I was still considered a pup, but things were changing. A yearling pup could have a rank in the pack, but our opinions were rather ignored. And yet, the changes that were being instigated stemmed from one wolf, and I admired these ideas. I wanted Ezekiel to succeed. Even the death of the previous Alpha's was not suspicious to her. It was all about what goals Ezekiel had and wanted. When he took his first mate, I was greatly irritated. I was Ezekiel's biggest supporter, and he had passed over me for his first mate, as if I were chopped liver. I could not let this happen. I wanted his happiness to end. I wanted his mate to suffer. I wanted to usurp her position. Then there were pups, and there was no chance I would ever see a position by his side, until I saw the pack make it's revolt, killing Ezekiel's mate and pups, all but one. I hadn't wanted my thoughts to from this sort of death or resolution. I hadn't wanted this violent action to make Ezekiel unhappy. I hadn't wished him to see tragedy. And especially not to pups. If I had ever wavered from Ezekiel's plan, I was completely set in my ways that any opposition that could bring across such tragedy was unwanted and disgusting and worthless.
When time came, and Ezekiel was fully in power with no opposition, he looked upon me, and I felt honored. He sought something of comfort in me, even though his ways were odds. I bent to his will. I tried to make all his wishes come true. Anything he asked, I would give it to him. Death, life, power. Anything in my power was his to have, take, and control. And when he chose me as his mate, I felt twice as honored. And now, we are expecting out first litter, and I will still be at his end. Anything he desires of me, I will give him.
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O T H E R : Don't mess with her D<
Stellaluna Skywind
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