[J] Us and Them: Werewolf's wolf directory

[Werewolf]

 

[Werewolf]

Table of Contents

@@@@[1...... Harlequin
@@@@[2...... Kirra
@@@@[3...... Opehlia
@@@@[4...... Gareth
@@@@[5...... Cassidy
@@@@[6...... Lolita
@@@@[7...... Slvaka
@@@@[8...... Sawyer
@@@@[9...... Nausicaa
@@@@[10...... Malcolm
@@@@[11...... Carius

Outsiders

@@@@[1...... Amelie
@@@@[2...... Phib
@@@@[3...... Ryukkii

@@@@[Other wolves: "The Exodus"

For frame of reference, here are the wolves who have been involved with "the main story" which occured during the years before the wolves entered the woods.

Main Story @@@@@@@@@@@ Non-Main Story:
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Phib@@@@@@@@@@@ Harlequin
Amelie @@@@@@@@@@@ Malcolm
Gareth@@@@@@@@@@@ Ophelia
Kahj@@@@@@@@@@@ Nausicaa
Carius @@@@@@@@@@@ Sawyer
Ryukkii
Aziz
Cassidy
Lolita*
Slvaka
Kirra

*= Connection slim at best.

 

[Werewolf]

"They see a clown- I see a fool."

Status


Name: Harlequin
Pronounciation: 'Har-lee' 'Har-leh-quin'
Meaning: A clown, or a bafoon.
Age: Two years
Birthdate: January
Breed: Unknown
Color: Black, with bright red/blue accents.
Eyes: Yellow
Position Beta
Lineage:
- Akui [Father; Alpha]
- Nyx [Mother; Alpha]
- Vashin [Brother; Beta]
- Crown Jewel [Sister-In-Law; Beta]
- Mariah [Sister; Gamma]

Mate:

- Harle: Why, are you interested? ;D *fliirrtts, and then takes your wallet!*

Health
- Currently: Healthy!

Quote:

n/a

- Reoccuring Ailments
x. n/a


Territory Occupying: Yero's packlands beside the river.

Brief Description:
Harlequin is a clever girl, with a lot of leadership potential- if only she wouldnt be so sneaky. She uses her silly wit to get the advantage of anyone on her bad side, and meanwhile uses it to keep those around her very close. She is devoted, and very good humored.

History:

Harlequin is very much the token of her namesake. She is a bit of a showmen, (or, girl as it may), and will never let her true feelings about a situation be publicly known. Many take her to be a dreamer and a fool, but in truth, there is a lot of meticulous calculation going on in that head of hers.

Although she can be a bit secretive, she is unabashedly pleasant. Very few things phase her, and she's always looking to meet new people and gather more friends. To the friends she does have, she is reverently loyal. Although she has a primal fear of being a mother, she also loves the company of children. She loves their unique take on the world, and since most adults have a habit of treating her as a child, she enjoys the adult reverence she receives from them.

With her family, Harle often feels a bit disassociated, although she still remains steadfast to them. Recently the call of the road has lured her to traveling, but never once will she proclaim herself a lone or even that she is wandering. Harle is the daughter of an alpha, and carries herself with all the amount of prestige she can pull from such a title.

Harlequin was born middle pup to Aku and Nyx, the alpha's of a pack in the north. Harle spent most of her childhood dreaming of greatness, and making up silly imaginary friends. She has never really lost her grasp of childhood, and still views the world in a wonderfully innocent manner.

As she entered her adolescence, the road started to call for her. From time to time she'd slink off from her pack lands in search of new playmates. But she never seemed to find anyone, until one day she found herself smack in the middle of a brawl with a giant black and tan female! Luckily, the female turned out to be nothing but a starving coward, and Harlequin 'pwned' her rather good. She went back to her lands, but later felt rather guilty for beating the poor lone wolf up. She returned to the place where she had gotten into the fight, and found the obnoxiously large wolf curled beneath a stump and nursing the very minor wounds to her muzzle.

What came of it was an awkward relationship between the young female and the older omega named Kirra. Not wanting to see the big wolf in such an unfortunate position, Harlequin oftenly hunted small game for her. Small game was quickly becoming one of Harle's specialties.

In adulthood however, Kirra became more and more restless and nervous around Harlequin's quickly growing self. She felt that it was only a matter of time before Harle disliked her, and ran off to find her own adventures. Missing her friend a bit, Harlequin left her lands to hunt her down; and hopefully bring her back home once and for all!

But along the way, she has met many new faces...

From there, she matured, and has become a kind of "Jackette of all trades." She currently seems to have extricated herself from her family's lands, and seems to have taken up residence with Yero and his family.

Quote:

Family, Friends, and Enemies

Nyx
Harle's mother. Harle admires her greatly, although she fears that she may grow to disapoint her someday. A beautiful alpha wolf, Harle can only hope to aspire to be somewhat like her wonderful mum.
Feelings: heart

Akui
Harle's father, the alpha of his pack. She respects his will above all things, although she also feels she may one day grow to disapoint. She already knows any males she'll meet in the future will always be compared to the legacy of her mysterious father.
Feelings: heart

Maiara
Harle's older sister...she hasnt seen too much of her since her parents allowed them to leave the den. She doesnt worry too much though, she has enough job taking care of herself!
Feelings: question

Vashin
Harle's little brother. He's a suave type, and Harle thinks he's rather sly. But that's alright- he takes care of the younger pups in the pack, and seems to have an amicable nature which will sure to do him good in life. Reccently he has mated with a pretty purple wolf named Crown Jewel, and has since become beta male of the family pack.
Feelings: heart

Monenoke
A fellow pack wolf from her parent's pack. She has been gone a while, and Harle suspects she is fill with wonderful stories about the world outside their lands.
Feelings: 3nodding

Kirra
Harle came upon Kirra when she was an adolescent, making a top secret trip to the lone wolf land. She had hoped to come upon some elligible male wolves- but instead she got stuck with Kirra! Despite this, she has grown fond of the slightly bizarre wolf, and hopes she recovers from her deepset paranoia.
Feelings: domokun

Yero
A rather handsome black wolf Harlequin met on one of her first ventures outside her packlands. She completely adores him and his lovely children, although she is most aquainted with his daughter Nessarose. Even though he's a new father, he already seems to have gotten the nack to raising them.
Feelings: heart

Nessarose
Yero's pretty and clever daughter. Harle enjoys her company a lot, and in general the entire family has won Harlequin over. She has however seen less and less of Nessa, as some strange wolf lures her away from the pack.
Feelings: heart

Kouji
This wolf is stealing Nessa away from Yero. >O Who said this was allowed? Still, she hasnt heard bad things about him. In fact, she heard he saved Nessa's life...
Feelings: scream

Leigh: A swuave, and rather quick tongued wolf who seems to be quite interested in the opposite sex. Despite this, he appears to have some unfinished buisness with someone in these woods...but for the moment, Harle, he, and Dristi have decided to do a little traveling together. Who doesnt like a good game?
Feelings: xp

Dristi: A bitingly clever female Harlequin met. Although she hasnt been able to speak to her candidly without Leigh hanging around, she enjoys the female's company, and finds her the perfect comrade against Leigh. >D
Feelings: xp

Sorano: Harlequin's niece- a small, shy creature who seems to make friends in strange places.
Feelings: heart

Kara: A friend of Sorano's, met once or twice.
Feelings: neutral

 

[Werewolf]

"Home is all I've ever wanted."

Status


Name: Kirra
Pronounciation: 'Kir-Rah'
Meaning: n/a
Age: Five years
Birthdate: November 13th
Breed: Rocky Mountain
Color: Doberman marked
Eyes: Yellow
Position Omega; Scout under Catalyst
Lineage:
-

Mate:

- None

Health
- Currently: Healthier

Quote:

n/a

- Reoccuring Ailments
x. Scarred wind pipe- asthma
x. Old broken leg, hurts.
x. Fleas


Territory Occupying: Traveling with Catalyst, who has joined up with Kalia. Location unknown.

Brief Description:
Kirra is an awkward and masculine wolf. She wishes only to be loved by those around her, but her insaciable urge to be accepted has lead her down many dark paths. Currently she resides with Catalyst, who may bode a more profitable future for the omega.

History

Emotionally, Kirra is a wreck, although she'll never let that on. It isn't that she is depressed; She is strongly paranoid about almost everything. She's spent her life being at ends with other wolves, and takes every new face to be a potential enemy. Her life is judged by her in phases, and nothing to her is ever constant. Even in the faces of friends, she sees herself only as a passing interest to them and has a hard time ever accepting the undeniable friendship of others. Even if she is always starving for the company.

She is an omega, although she is often alone. Her size has done her nothing to raise her rank. In fact, it's often the most inhibitive of her traits. Alpha females, and other high ranking females often see Kirra as a threat to their position, even if she cowers at even the thought of fighting. Because of this alienation, Kirra is often nervous in the company of female wolves. But not only does she feel that they are at ends with her, they blatantly make her jealous. She is not attractive for a wolf, particularly a female wolf. One of the reasons she does not appreciate Harle's company, is the comparison between the two females.

Unfortunately, this alienation of her own gender makes her clingy to the opposite gender. She falls in love easily with men, and is oftenly hurt when they do not return her affections. Affections, is used lightly however, for very rarely will she make any attractions noticeable. Despite this, she does not search nor wish for a mate. Perhaps instinctively, her body knows she is not capable of safely carrying children. Perhaps emotionally, she is too paranoid to truly love.

As a follower however, Kirra is anything but disloyal. She will willingly die for her leader...if they have her around. She is usually kicked out before any event could lead to that, in any case. Although she is a diligent follower, she can really only do just that- follow. She is not a good hunter, and she is even worse at fighting. She is highly unquardinated, and trips easily.

As for health, Kirra is not very lucky. She has quite a few health problems from fleas to joint aches. Most crippling of all her injuries however, is the damage to her windpipe. [see below] Because it near broke and scarred over, her voice is almost always a light hoarse, and she frequently suffers from asthma-like ailments. She wheezes, and sometimes takes long seconds to recover her breath from between gasps of air.

She has also broken two legs, luckily, both when she was in a pack. Her front left paw and her front right paw both have suffered bite breaks and simple fallings. They healed a bit incorrectly (for, let's face it, wolves aren't good doctors. D: ) and have caused her to have a funny walk. She lopes rather then trots, moving her front legs and then her back legs. It does not impede her from running, however, although it is still a bit awkward.

Kirra was born third pup in a litter of five to the alphas of Cove Pack; Lydia and Dram. From birth she was set aside as the largest pup in the litter, a bit of a disappointment to Dram who had wanted a large son. The second largest however, a male which would later be named Gustaf, would quickly grow to take the place of dominant pup. For as soon as the young children were old enough to wobble and speak, Gustaf made himself instantly known as the 'alpha' pup. He saw Kirra as a threat and made sure to extricate her from most of the puppy matters. Which may have worked in the best interest for Kirra, as it wasn't long before Lydia and Dram were left with only three children. Gustaf, Seder, and Kirra. The other two having died separately, one when falling off a rock face, and the other from an infection in the eye. Lydia secretly suspected that Gustaf might have been the cause of the two children's deaths, but in their aging condition, it seemed best to groom Gustaf to take over the pack rather then accuse him of such a heinous thing as murder.

As they grew however, it quickly became apparent to Kirra's family that Gustaf was a serious problem. As adolescents, Kirra was allowed back into Gustaf's activities. He found her to be an excellent enforcer of his "rule", and happily used her large size to boss some of the older female wolves around, for Gustaf would have gotten in trouble for using such force against women. Seder, the eldest, did not want to see himself bullied into the omega position however. He bickered constantly with Gustaf, who eventually near strangled him in a death grip before letting him go.

Kirra saw that as Gustaf aged it would only be a matter of time before she lost his favor, and in fear for herself, decided to leave the pack lands. She traveled south to a pack at Komac, which greeted her happily as an addition to their already large pack. But as soon as Kirra grew into adulthood, and reached her end size, the Alpha Freya decided she'd have no more to do with the predominantly useless wolf.

Leaving Komac, Kirra decided it'd be best to return home to her family. When she returned, she found that Gustaf had taken position of pack leader, and was less then pleased to see her back. Furious that she had left, he chased her off his lands, but not before leaping upon her and trying to take her out. He locked his jaws across the girth of her throat and near broke her windpipe, certainly puncturing it, but finally, decided to let her go. Amazingly still alive, Kirra rushed off to try and nurse her wounds, only to find herself chocking from the lack of air. She ran back to Komac, where the alphas felt sorry for her, and they kept her with them until the wound healed and scarred over.

But as soon as she was healed, it was time to go again. Freya would still have nothing to do with her. She went from Komac to a pack in the bay, a large pack run by a wolf many considered to be mighty alpha. He denied such accusations, but many renowned him for having killed an old bear called Red Mountain. Attracted by such a powerful wolf, Kirra found herself in love with the alpha at Bay, and finally left when her unfrequented feelings got too sore for her to handle.

From there, Kirra toured her entire area. If there was a pack within fifty miles, she visited it. Some places she was instantly denied, in other places she stayed for only a few passing seasons.

Until finally, she wandered into Telk...

Previously to Shaoilin

"It's time for you to go." Came a stern, clearly angry voice from somewhere to the back of the beast's head. She flinched as it was spoken. It had been leading to this. She had felt it, somewhere in her heart and somewhere in a dream. She just hadn't expected it to be so soon.

The wolf slowly turned her head, wondering if perhaps she kept the other creature out of sight, it would recoil the statement. But it didn't, and when her sharp yellow eyes met with those of an even sharper pair, she felt herself getting smaller.

Which wasn't to say she did. In fact, she was taller then the creature before her. She was big, stocky, and rather unappealing. Her paws alone were bigger then two of the other female's put together. While the other wolf's muzzle tapered off elegantly to a slant, her own stopped bluntly, slopping down like a freefall to her low jowls. She felt heavy while looking at the other wolf, wondering if perhaps she was sinking instead of shrinking.

The other wolf suddenly jolted herself forwards, stopping short just a few inches from the awkward female's face. So shocked and surprised she was by the advance, the wolf fell to the ground, quickly curling her tail against her belly and sliding slowly against the earth. She kept her eyes on the other female, who kept her tail high.

"Just go Kirra." The wolf snarled slowly, her ears slowly pivoting. She was checking on the location of the rest of the pack. They were all directly behind them, watching the sight. But she would not have any other wolf participate in this event. She was alpha, and that was the end of it.

Kirra whined, pressing her jet black ears against her skull, and tilted her muzzle. She made a halfhearted attempt to lick the alpha's face and make her apologies, but she'd have none it. For a moment the black and tan wolf's eyes drifted towards her surroundings. A small ring of wolves had formed, all watching quietly. A few looked happy, but a few of them simply stared quietly forward; looking past both Kirra and Fera into some realm beyond them.

With a slight wheeze, the female rose to her paws, and slowly backed up against the boundaries of the grotto. She kept herself low. The last thing she needed was to remind Fera of her size.

"Why don't they fight?" Whispered an innocent voice from somewhere in the pack's throngs, but the pup was quickly told to keep quiet. But another female answered the little wolf before being silenced.

"Kirra can't fight. She's just big for no reason." The female bit sharply. Another wolf told her to be quiet as well, and she did so with a slight raise of the hackles.

Somewhere in the distance the pack leader turned his blind eye to the event. He knew well the reason for Kirra's extrication- Fera simply couldn't tolerate having a potential danger to her position should Kirra one day grow rogue. She made the other females uneasy, and he had learned a long time ago not to argue with angry females.

Never before had he seen such blatant dislike towards an omega, in all his years of being the ruler of this domain. But despite the guilty feeling he couldn't disagree with Fera. He did not think Kirra would ever make an attempt on any position other then omega, but the simple fact was that a wolf of that size was too big to be useless. She was a miserable hunter, she was a miserable fighter and she was a miserable pup-sitter. She was still smaller then most male wolves, but for some reason her size made her absolutely useless. He couldn't quite figure the matter out. But with winter approaching, he could not have any portion of food- even the last bits of bone and tendon, go to an unworthy wolf. And there was no unworthier wolf then she.

With the slow dock of an ear, he glanced towards the spectacle again. Kirra had a small slice of red showing on the side of her cheek, and Fera was in a real fit that the black wolf hadn't been scarred off so easily.

Kirra still felt disoriented. There was a small sting on her cheek, but she couldn't remember being hit. Fera was bounding back and forth now, aching to launch a full attack but still battling her fear that the big wolf would overpower her. Kirra watched her quietly. This wasn't the first time Fera had taken to beating up on the omega, but there was a definite fatal burn about this. This time people were watching, and she could feel scorn in there eyes for not leaving. Her bones ached to run, and keep going past these lands. Off, to the next realm which was just the fourth in a succession of such events. She had liked this pack though. This pack was stable.

Until she showed up.

Fera made another curdling bark, and began to bristle. With that, Kirra slowly pulled herself up. Her bones felt heavy, and her blunt head felt almost impossible to move. But somehow she did, slowly sidestepping back and back, tripping a few times as she went blindly towards the shadowy areas of the wood. The alpha female followed her quite some way, but by the time she was out of the view of the other wolves in the pack, she bolted.

Fera stopped at the pack boundaries, another three miles away. Kirra kept going.

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Family And Friends

Harlequin
This female came upon Kirra one day and hasnt left her alone! She is the daughter of some alpha of the region, and Kirra can only imagine the wrath that will be wrecked on upon her if he ever gets angry at Harle for slipping back and forth between boundries. Regardless, Harle is a good friend...but Kirra does not trust her motives.
Feelings: neutral

Catalyst
Kirra met this wolf upon his arrival into the woods, searching for his daughter Soul. She joined up with him, and holds him in extreme high regard for taking her in. Reccently he has mated to a wolf named Kalia, and the two plan on making a pack together- and have invited Kirra along.
Feelings: heart

Kalia
Kirra hasnt spoken to her much, and never without Catalyst present. However, the other female seems to now welcome Kirra, and Kirra can do nothing more then respect her. She feels that she will make the perfect matching for Catalyst.
Feelings: heart

Talamar
Sick and depraved, Kirra has been trying to nurse Catalyst's disowned son from a distance. He claims to love her, but she is still unsure of his intentions.
Feelings: heart

Hige
Kirra had a rather unfortunate run-in with this alpha while on a trip hunting voles. Despite having trespassed however, she was not directly chased off, and Kirra holds a bit of respect to Hige because of that.
Feelings: neutral

Tatiana
Hige's young daughter whom Kirra had a bit of a bickering match with. The young wolf caught her on her father's lands when she was trying to sneak away herself. D:
Feelings: stare

Alex
A very strange wolf that Kirra still hasnt figured out. They had a brief meeting, and she lead him to the river where he has since vanished off. She found his manner of speech to be rather amusing, and although she is a bit suspicious of his motives and past, she rather liked that he gave her an eggiweg.
Feelings: confused


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Enemies
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Phib: Although she once loved Phib, she knows she can never make up to him having been one of the omegas lured from the pack by Ryukkii. Although he doesnt personally have a vandetta against her, she is terrified of ever meeting him again.
Feelings: cry

Amelie: The reason why she is terrified of Phib- Kirra once made an attempt on Ame's life when prompted to by Ryukkii. She feels terribly sorry about it, but can't will herself to apologize. Ame of course, bares her no grudge.
Feelings: cry

Ryukkii: A corruptive, and cancerous wolf. Kirra believes that the less thought about her, the better, or else she begins to grow numb.
Feelings: mad

 

[Werewolf]

Status


Name: Ophelia
Pronounciation: oph-e-lee-ah
Meaning: Name of Hamlet's doomed lover
Age: Teen
Birthdate: ??
Breed: Mixed
Color: Pale brown, flanked with white and grey.
Eyes: Yellow
Position Adult
Lineage:
- Catalyst [Father; Alpha]
- Kalia [Mother; Alpha]
- Echo [Sister; Omega]
- Talamar [Brother; Lone]

Mate(s): N/A

Health
- Currently: Bruised nose

Quote:

n/a

- Reoccuring Ailments
x. Constantly getting into accidents.


Territory Occupying: Outlands

Brief Description:
Life has made Ophelia untrusting. She cannot forgive her parents for their treatment of herself and her twin, Echo, and has devoted herself to keeping their sisterhood together. Although it's hard, they've managed.

* Designates a wolf that has died.

History

Ophelia’s life has been an odd one since the day she was born. Second child to alphas Catalyst and Kalia, Ophelia’s birth was followed soon after by the birth of her twin sister Echo. Since that time the pair have been inseparable- even in the mind. Echo is the dominant telepath of the pair, sending fragmented thoughts to her sister from varying distances. Ophelia receives them and translates the garble, and either speaks outwardly to alert her sister, or faintly sends back her own response. Through much practice, they have become very good with their mental connection.

But their telepathy was perhaps the least of their unusual attributes. Echo, the youngest pup, could not speak on her own. She repeated words other people said to her- although, she could manage simple sentences based on the other speaker’s words. Mentally, her connection with Ophelia is unobscured, and Ophelia often feels frustrated with people who think Echo is unintelligent. Being the only one who can understand her sister, Ophelia is devoted to making sure Echo’s reputation is upheld.

All is not perfect with Ophelia either. Although in life she has grown strong, she is also very clumsy. As a pup she tripped almost constantly, and even as an adult often wearing a bruise on the end of her snout from tripping. Her clumsy nature, Echo’s repeating, and their brother Talamar’s nightmares and obsession with a female named Kirra eventually culminated a kind of intolerance between the children and their parents.

Things were slow at first. It started with Kalia finding out Echo had been speaking with a male. Furious that her daughter might be cohorting with men who wanted things she couldn’t understand, Kalia barred Echo from leaving the lands. But eager to explore on her own, Echo ran off; only to be attacked by Kalia in response to it.

It wasn’t long after that that Catalyst ran Talamar offlands; and threatened to disown Ophelia should she do anything to speak to Talamar or Echo again. Unwilling to put up with it- Ophelia left in a flurry to find her sister, who by then was in a shambled state of recovery. Since then, the children have not spoken much to their parents.

Living on their own, Ophelia and Echo like to keep to themselves; although Echo is the friendlier one of the pair. Ophelia is constantly nervous about survival, and although she worries about Echo, she does allow her to go off on her own when she wishes. In recent times, Echo has taken to hanging out with a young male from the outriders named Logan.

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Friends

Echo- Ophelia's best friend and sister. She'd do anything for her in order to keep her happy, and puts no one above her, even herself.
Feelings: heart

Talamar- Ophelia's older brother...she cares about him, but they left on a sour note when Talamar started to share some of their parent's ideas about Echo.
Feelings: mad

Kalia- There will always be a part of her that loves Kalia as a mother; but until she can feel that, Kalia is a most bitter enemy. Ophelia cannot accept that their own mother would scar Echo.
Feelings: scream

Catalyst- Kalia's mate and Ophelia's father, Ophelia is a bit afraid of her dad- but since he gave the ultimatum that he would disown her if she went away, she considers him as much of an enemy as Kalia is.
Feelings: scream

Logan- Logan showed up oneday, romancing Echo and trying to get Ophelia and ber sister to join his pack in the south. Ophelia isn't ready to buy his nonsense- but, it's possible her sister does like his company.
Feelings: stare

 

[Werewolf]

Status


Name: Gareth
Pronounciation: 'gair-eth'
Meaning: (Named for the knight of the round table)
Age: Two 1/2
Birthdate: April 3rd
Breed: Canadian Rocky
Color: Golden Brown
Eyes: Pale green.
Position Gamma
Lineage:
- Hrothmund [Grandfather; Alpha]*
- Phib [Father; Alpha]
- Khadda [Mother; Gamma]*
- Maya*, Thallen*, Bran, Phenn*, Vayn, Jandin, Maudib, Rosen*, Sahid [Half-Siblings]
- Cassidy [Cousin; Gamma]

Mate(s):

- Mozelle [Beta]

Health
- Currently: <3 Love

Quote:

n/a

- Reoccuring Ailments
x. Torn ears


Territory Occupying: Outriders lands

Brief Description:
Quiet and compasionate, Gareth stands out as an oddity amongst his family- generally well noted for being well spoken, brutal, and political. Gareth cares little for pack ruling and never had any aspirations to rise in the ranks. He is a generous soul that does not like to see others hurt, and takes time to enjoy some of life's more simple things. He feels alienated from his father, whom shares little of his views.

* Designates a wolf that has died.

Gareth was born the youngest son to Phib, and from the start it was easy to tell that Gareth had not inherited his family’s typical traits. His mother, Khadda, had been a soft and quiet woman. Khadda was a good friend to Phib, although she was several years old then him. Of the many women Phib had been with at the time, Khadda was the one he loved, and he had been more then willing to devote himself to her. But Khadda knew she was not a profitable match to the young alpha; even a liability due to her age and ailing health. She broke off the relationship– until a few years later. Unable to successfully mate with anyone, she asked Phib if he might consider fathering a litter for her. Khadda desperately wanted children- but very few males at the time were willing to risk mating with a female that carried a heart condition that could carry down the line. With Hrothmund’s blood being relatively healthy, she hoped a healthy child could be borne out of the match.

And she did conceive- although her own health suffered greatly for it. She had hopes to have a full litter, but after hours of labor she managed only one living child. Gareth quickly became the reason for her life.


Gareth was a quiet child, something a great deal different then his father or any of his brothers. Perhaps it was a mother’s influence that Phib, Hrothmund and the other males in their family lacked which made Gareth much more sensitive. Whatever it was- Gareth was a kind boy. He had no interest in politics or fighting, and he preferred the company of females over that of males.

Such actions brought up quite a few rumors about Gareth- and when he was a bit older some of the other younger males enjoyed teasing him for being so different. During one such occasion, Gareth happened to meet Jaden, his blood-cousin. Unlike Gareth, Jaden was a wild sort with a tendency to be lazy, but was well liked among the family. He was a good fellow, however, and was not about to see a young boy be pestered by a group of ruffians. From that point, Gareth would always consider Jaden to be more of a brother then a cousin, and they remained friends for quite some while.

Of the times Gareth saw Phib, he could not help but think the other male wanted nothing to do with him. In reality, Phib was simply too busy to bother with it– and, since it had been arranged, he questioned exactly how much role Khadda wanted him to have with the boy anyways. He had never disliked Gareth, despite his odd and sheepish nature.

But inwardly, Gareth had an idea that he was a bit of a disgrace to the family. Unable to stand the pressure much- he left with Jaden and his mother to set up another pack across the ridge. Reluctantly leaving his mother behind; something which would turn tragic when the seperation from him allowed her to die.

Broken hearted, Gareth found himself attatching to another young female in the group- a tough woman named Jenna, who had an eye for politics and a rowdy nature. Already had she pupped a few litters; and even pregnant she seemed to be a kind of force. Gareth- like most every other male in the new pack, was most totally smitten.

Unfortunately for Gareth however, it was Jaden that eventually won the eye of Jenna. Regretfully, Gareth resigned himself; but he had little time to mourn the loss when Carius suddenly showed up in an attempt to take over the packlands.

Gareth, Jaden and Jenna fled offland to seek sanctuary with Phib's group, and rally up a war force big enough to take thier pack back. On the treck over, Gareth's elder brother- Thallen, left the small escaping group to find his mate Fiona who had fallen behind. Gareth accompanied him- but things quickly became disasterous when Carius's group showed up. Gareth escaped on a nick, and Thallen was taken prisoner- and later, executed.

Because of his connection to Jaden and Jenna, Gareth found himself having to deal with his father. Irritable over the loss of Thallen, Phib was rather quick to snap at his younger son. He had never blamed Gareth for Thallen's death-- but in his own mind, he felt that Gareth should have tried to do something to prevent it, even if it would have been suicidal.

Time passed, and the war was fought-- Gareth recieving rather disfiguring wounds on his ears and face from being attacked by Carius. He remained under Azalea's control during the second war; but after Carius returned for one last attempt on her, the death of his older brother Phenn prompted Gareth to leave and inform Phib of his death.

Since then- he has been walking.

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Friends:

Mozelle- The first creature Gareth met in the woods, and Gareth has clung to her for support since then. About as tragically fated as he seems to be, he adores her for her strength and her cunning intelligence. Although it seems impossible to him, she seems to return his feelings.
Feelings: heart

 

[Werewolf]

Status


Name: Cassidy
Pronounciation: 'Cass-i-dy'
Meaning: N/a
Age: One and a half years.
Birthdate: Late December
Breed: Canadian Rocky
Color: Brown hued, with darker brown masks.
Eyes: Yellow
Position Gamma [Under Phib]
Lineage:
- Jaden [Possible Father; Alpha]
- Jenna [Mother; Alpha]
- Jet [Possible Father; Beta]
- Tabitha [Cousin; Gamma]
- Phib [No Relation; Alpha/Gamma]


Mate:
- Wrigley [Gamma]


Health
- Currently: Fine

Quote:

<3

- Reoccuring Ailments
x. N/a


Territory Occupying: The outriders land

Brief Description:
Cassidy lives in the constant shadow of her mother, for whom she looks near identicle to. She wants to do whatever she can to prove herself a good, strong wolf, but feels that she might never live up to her mother's legacy. She looks for Phib, because she has given up on life on her own. Overall, she is a good kid- although not quite so bright.

History


Descending from the same region as Phib and his near ancient pack, Cassidy is the fifth daughter to the current reigning alpha of that region, Jenna. Her parents play a big role in her life and who she is, so perhaps it's important to digress a little into who her parents are.

Jenna, a wolf for whom Cassidy much resembles, is presently lead alpha (Queen) in a region known for its chauvinism. She is cunning and ruthless, something which allowed her to excel under Phib as the beta female. Although she did once share feelings towards Phib, and visa versa, they found themselves really too much of the same personality to ever really get along together as mates. Both of them need to be in the top role any relationship and it constantly set them on end even when he was alpha. But Jenna was well liked among the woods, and she demanded it.

One of Jenna's more superior faults was that she easily fell into male company. She doesn't care much for the philosophy of 'mate-for-life', and taking after the example of Phib's sister Azalea, she began to get off and on pregnant with puppies who would never know their father.

Of all the males, Jenna was closest to loving Jaden. But for some reason they were always at end, and whenever they found themselves in an argument with one another, they would disperse to other partners, and then later return. So when Cassidy was born she took on the impression that Jaden, the other alpha, was her father- although really, there would never be any way to tell.

For purposes of timeline, Cassidy was about four months old when the north pack began fighting with the Southern lands, and by the time that she was an adolescent, Phib had left with a scrawny omega. This deeply disheartened Cassidy, who'd thought better of him, but no sooner as the pack was allowed to be upset over the matter did Jenna take over. There was quite a lot of opposition to a female being the most dominant member of the pack, but once no male could show himself to control her, she began to run the pack in the way she wished. She was not quite as intelligent as Phib, but like him, their diplomatic policies were very similar. Since Cassidy's leaving, the pack was doing fine.

But what exactly drove Cassidy into leaving? The bulk of her brothers left a month before she did, taking the route of the traditional dispersers who would go off to increase the bloodline of other packs. She didn't with to join another pack, but Cassie felt conflicted as to her position in such a large group. Her mother was such a stand out figure, that she quickly found herself being lost.

It then came upon her that Ryukkii, having been seriously injured and burned, was on the move again. Most of the pack wanted to do something against her- but many were quite afraid. So much of her had fallen into rumor, that people really were not sure what she was capable of doing. It was also cautioned by Jenna, that they did not wish to direct any more of her attentions upon their pack, which had already suffered losses.

In private however, Jenna was concerned that Ryukkii had left the region following Phib. She believed she owed it to her old friend to try and do something to divert her from reaching them, so in private, she asked a young promising male named Quettepe to go and see if he could not divert her- leaving much room for how exactly she was to be diverted. Killing was an option, but she stressed not to go near her if she gained any followers along the way.

Quettepe left the pack the following morning acting as though he was a traditional disperser. Cassidy got wind of the wolf's mission, and feeling that it was her chance to do something important, she begged her mother for leave to go. And although Jenna was all for female power- she wasn't exactly ready to send her youngest daughter off after a maniac.

Cassidy however, having much more of her mother's traits then previously imagined, left the woods the following morning. She never did run into Quettepe, but she found Ryukkii's trail and before long she was following her slowly down the continent.

It was here, that things started to get foggy. All the silence and lack of family was something that the pack wolf was not prepared to deal with. She began to loose her way as the fear in her built up over the mission which she had adopted. She began to get paranoid that Ryukkii was about- and unknowing to her, the dark female was about. Unknowingly, Cassidy blindly lead Ryukkii into the direction of the old king, and before long, she herself found herself in deep trouble. She was sick, wounded, and slowly dying if she did not find someone to take care of her. She aimed herself for where Phib had gone- hoping that the older wolf would take consideration of her.

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Friends

China Blue- This female inevitably saved Cassie's life, after having found her collapsed in the snow. She does hope to repay her kindness someday.
Feelings: cry

Wirgley- A runaway who escaped from human bondage, Cassidy finds Wrigley's life to be exiciting and interesting. It doesn't hurt that he's a handsome fellow too <33
Feelings: redface

Oki- Cassidy never met a lynx before, but this one helped feed her when she was in very dire need. Because of this, she has a lot of respect for lynx kind.
Feelings: cry

Stormy- A kind young male who fed her when she was just starting to feel better. He was rather clever, and she does hope she'll meet him again someday.
Feelings: 3nodding

Kiba- A strange, quiet male for whom Cassie believes she may have something in common with. He pointed her in the direction of Phib's lands, which earns an A in her book.
Feelings: 3nodding

Hige- Perhaps the biggest wolf she's ever seen, Cassidy met the lone king on one of his trips to the freelands. She found him to be considerably admirable, for despite his hulking nature she found no ill behaviour to him.
Feelings: 3nodding

Phib- Cassidy hopes to find Phib, and restore a bit of her self dignity by serving him. She does not know where he has gone to however, or even if he'll take her in.
Feelings: redface

Amelie- Cassidy doesnt know if this female is alive or not, but she has been said to be the reason Phib left home in the first place.
Feelings: stare

Ryukkii- Cassidy is terrified of Ryukkii, and feels that the female may have some hold on her mind- but she does not know how. She fears this female above all, and is mostly to blame for her shambled state.
Feelings: stare

 

[Werewolf]

Status


Name: Lolita
Pronounciation: 'lo-lee-tah'
Meaning: A seductive adolescent girl. ( Coined from the book, "Lolita")
Age: 2 years old.
Birthdate: December 27
Breed: Arctic
Color: White and pale blue
Eyes: Silver
Position Lone; Gamma.
Lineage:
- ???
- ???
- Slvaka [Adopted Mother; Lone]
- Phib [Cousin?; Alpha/Gamma]

Mate(s):

- None.

Health
- Currently: Silent

Quote:

Unable to determine

- Reoccuring Ailments
x. n/a

Territory Occupying: Subject to change- nomads.

Brief Description:
Lolita is hauntingly beautiful- but other then that, not much can be found in her. She is deathly quiet, and never speaks unless her "Mother" tells her to do so. She willingly lets Slvaka use her beauty to seduce themselves some free meals, although she has never actually mated. There is much saddness to this wolf, although she'd dare not let it on.

History

Lolita's life has been a short one, but full of constant struggle. She is the remarkably beautiful daughter of the equally remarkably beautiful wolf Daffa- but Lolita only knows this in passing conversation. From the time she was born, Slvaka has been her mother, after Lolita was stolen from Daffa's litter. Slvaka has made sure that Lolita grew to be the most beautiful wolf possible, spending long hours of the day grooming her and teaching her ways to attract males.

She is very much a Lolita in herself. She does not care about the feelings of the men she seduces, as long as she gets whatever it is Mother wants. Inwardly, she is a very opinionated and easily frazzled creature- believing that because of her beauty she is better then most other people, and hates to waste her time on those she can't stand.

She is brutally silent, and oftenly only speaks when her mother is present.

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Friends

Slvaka: Her mother, even though she is also her kidnapper. She doesnt seem to really love her, but at the same time she does what she is told.
Feelings: question
Hige: The alpha Slvaka has currently attatched herself to. Lolita does not know what to think about being in a pack.
Feelings: question

 

[Werewolf]

Status


Name: Slvaka
Pronounciation: 'Slah-vak-ah'
Meaning: Play on the word, "Svetlana" meaning "Star."
Age: 17 years old. [Can we say, old?]
Birthdate: December 23
Breed: Canadian Rocky
Color: Grey/Black
Eyes: Red. An evil red.
Position Old wolf in Hige's pack
Lineage:
- Luke [Father; Omega]*
- Rosemary [Mother; Alpha]*
- Meran [Sister; Gamma]*
- Hrothmund [Brother; Alpha]*
- Alteu [Mate; Lone]*
- Phib [Newphew; Alpha]
- Lolita [Adopted; Gamma]

Mate(s):

- Alteu*
- Cassarvez*
- Shiku*
- Taban*
- Quisanterro*

Health
- Currently: Old

Quote:

Back aches

- Reoccuring Ailments
x. Fleas
x. Deafness
x. Partial Blindness
x. Arthritus
x. Shaky limbs.
x. Mange
x. Evil (It's an affliction)

Territory Occupying: Hige's packlands

Brief Description:
Slvaka has accomplished what few wolves have- she's lived to the bitter age where most people would much rather you dead. She is the youngest sister of Hrothmund (who, noteably also lived to the bitter age of, "When the hell are you going to die?" ), and feels slighted by her long deceased brother. She lives as a hermit, using her "daughter" Lolita to seduce men into doing things for her. She believes Lolita to be much nicer then Hrothmund's son Phib. So there.

History

By the time Slvaka was born, her brother was already old and great. Born as the last litter to Rosemary, the old she wolf who had born from her loins the great Hrothmund. Her mate, and Hrothmund's original father, had died some years back as result of a brutal conflict of territory between the wolves and the tribal man. Her mate this time had been a young fellow by the name of Luke, who was on the fast track to becoming the pack's newest omega. He was a short, skittery grey, with no redeeming qualities in him whatsoever.

As Slvaka grew, she quickly realized that she was not to be the great child of Dama, with her eldest son Hrothmund stealing the stage. Second to her was the beautiful female Meran- chaste and lovely as ever there was one. Slvaka herself was never a particularly attractive nor strong wolf- in fact, she seemed to have been born old, for her joints bothered her even in her younger days.

As she grew, so did the resentment towards Hrothmund, who by this time had conquered five neighboring packs, and had absolved them all into one large unit. And still he was not finished. It infuriated Slvaka that all her attempts at greatness were thwarted by his popularity, and brute strength. Not being the family sort of wolf, Hrothmund warned her that if she continued to make movements upon his pack there would be no more toleration for her.

Slvaka took the hint, and left with a furious intent to have her revenge.

Time passed. In fact, so many years had passed that by the time Slvaka had found her way of revenge, Hrothmund had already been long dead at age twenty. Her plan had been to raise a beautiful daughter- which she had aquired through pup theft, and use her to seduce Hrothmund- as Hrothmund had been a known womanizer to the very end of his days. Then, once her little Lolita was made queen- she would rule from the shadows behind her. It was an excellent plan, had Hrothmund not been dead.

By the time Slvaka had reached the north pack, Phib had already left with Ryoku south. She was aghast that her brother had not in fact lived forever, but did become aware that he had a son. A son, who in all regards, was quite similar. It's Slvaka's opinion that Hrothmund reincarnated himself into Phib, and she has spent her time ever since looking for him so she might put her plan into action.

Lolita, on the other hand, serves her 'mother' well, using her beauty to seduce men into free meals.

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Friends

Lolita: Slvaka's adopted daughter, whom she really stole from a beautiful female named Daffa.
Feelings: heart
Hige: A strong wolf, almost as large as Hrothmund had been, and Slvaka's declarent meal ticket. She cares not to wander far from him.
Feelings: heart

Enemies:

Hrothmund: Hrothmund is dead, but this hasnt occured to Slvaka.
Feelings: scream
Phib: Son of Hrothmund, Slvaka believes that because of their similar apperance Hrothmund must have reincarnated himself into Phib, and is really, Hrothmund himself.
Feelings: stare

 

[Werewolf]

Status


Name: Sawyer
Pronounciation: saw-yer
Meaning: n/a
Age: Child
Birthdate: ??
Breed: Mixed
Color: Dark brown with white spots
Eyes: Yellow
Position Pup
Lineage:
- Kovu [Father; Gamma]
- Tatiana [Mother; Beta]
- Hige [Step-Grandfather; Alpha]

Mate(s): N/A

Health
- Currently: Fetus

Quote:

n/a

- Reoccuring Ailments
x. None


Territory Occupying: In mommy's stomach.

Brief Description:
(Being determined)

* Designates a wolf that has died.

 

[Werewolf]

Status


Name: Nausicaa
Pronounciation: 'Nauh-sic-aa'
Meaning: From the Odyssy, name of a princess. Also princess in the movie "Nausicaa and the Valley of the Wind."
Age: Five months
Birthdate: November ??
Breed: Arctic
Color: Night blue with a star/snow pattern.
Eyes: Pale blue
Position Puppy, lone.
Lineage:
- Aqqauqtuq (Bit on hook) [Father; Omega]
- Kisima (I Alone) [Mother; Omega]
- Siqieiq, (Sun), Sixaluktuq, (Is Raining), Akutuqpalik (Leaf) [Brothers and Sisters]
- Nanuq (Ice Bear) [Uncle; Alpha]
- Allaqtuq (Clear Water) [Aunt; Alpha]

Mate:

- Far too young!

Health
- Currently: Starving, lonely.

Quote:

Cold!!

- Reoccuring Ailments
x. Fleas


Territory Occupying: Subject to change- Nausicaa travels after a flock of birds.

Brief Description:
Nausicaa is a shy, supersitious child who believes that the spirits are constantly at work toying with a mortals life. And maybe she's right. She is loving, and if given the proper nurturing, she could have a great spirit.

History

Nausicaa descends from a tribe in the far north. (Although, not quite as northwest as where Phib originated.) In those lands- snow was all but constant, and the majority of wolves sported bright white coats to keep themselves masked in the winter time. Born into a small community as "Pale Child" (uiviilaq misuitchuq), Nausicaa was originally white, with some small flecks of a bluish hue around her paws and underbelly. Although all of her family was in fact white, they had never seen such strange markings before, and the blue on her made her appear to almost be made of ice. It would only be later that her coat would slowly begin to darken, and darken, until the Pale Child's coat was all but a night sky, dappled with soft stars and snow flurries.

Her family was a superstitious type, so they decided to dispel the evil spirit within Pale Child. The omegas sought the aid of the pack shaman, a wolf named Talliaq. Talliaq believed that this wolf would not be long in their midst, although he did not reveal this to the parents at first. Instead, he suggested they find a new name for her. The new name would not fit their customs, and it would confuse the bad spirits and cause them to leave. After a bit of meditation on the required name- Pale Child was renamed "Nausicaa", for it sounded like the wind.

Nausicaa continued to grow within her family. Her family tribe was known as the Niugaag, possibly named for the shaman it held. Both names referred to broken bones, and it was hoped that such powerful names would dispel the ghosts from within it. The alphas of the pack were none too short on superstition as well. Many strange things were told about the pack, which worshipped their ancestors and lived alongside the inuit people of the north.

When the child grew to the age of verbalization, it was very apparent that Nausicaa was destined to become pack uqaqtuq, whom tells the stories of the group. She invented all kinds of stories to amuse her family with- a particular story about a lonely beetle being her most popular. Adults loved the way the child could manipulate true facts and imaginary ones into a story which often had very mythological tone. Even as an omega's daughter, she was well loved.

But a time came when the ghosts descended- although what exactly happened is hard to say. Perhaps the climate changed, and the cold climate worsened, causing more wolves to die. Or it might have been a plague which slowly strangled out the life of the members. But one by one, wolves began to slowly die- die in the manner unbefitting of wolves, coughing up blood and finally collapsing to be reclaimed by the dark spirits. Increasingly superstitious that "living" ghosts were contaminating the pack, the wolves became paranoid of everyone- even themselves. If a wolf wasn't seen for a day at a time, it was most instantly considered to be a ghost- and must be destroyed, or expelled by the pack leaders.

During this time, Nausicaa found herself most truly lost in the wood, after following a beetle which looked like the one in her story. She found herself in the ghost lands, and soon, in the company of a ghost herself. Although she would not know for some time- this ghost, unlike the others, was real.

Ryukkii had been traveling on the heels of Cassidy, following the stupid brown female down south to where she would inevitably bring her back to her sister and her dear mate. Although what she had been planning at the time was hard to say- it could even be implied that Ryukkii brought with her all the darkness that fell upon the pack, feeding upon it in her own sadistic manner. When the little pup arrived at her footsteps, it seemed like an easy kill- for she was by now most starving.

Nausicaa, who had been well trained in the area of ghosts, resisted the attack by pretending to be a stone. So amused was Ryukkii at the behavior of the ignorant wolf, she decided to move on. If the land was plagued, she'd not herself eat from dead.

Nausicaa, thrilled with her triumph, realized that she had now been gone over a day. Distraught, she attempted to return home, where upon her family quickly shoved her back away, their numbers dwindling and refusal to accept that those who vanished were still alive. Broken hearted- Nausicaa left her family lands, and traveled slowly down to the northern edge of Telk...

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Friends

Kiba: The first wolf Nausicaa met. Although at first she considered him a ghost, she soon found him to be a serious and jaded individual. Although on thier last meeting he slightly hurt her feelings by his mannerisms, she still considers her his Friend-Kiba.
Feelings: gonk

Kalia: This older wolf ran into Nausicaa as she was fleeting about after food. The older female decided to give the lone pup her food, and Nausicaa gratiously accepted it. She likes Kalia a lot- not many wolves have shown her kindness without even worrying about angering spirits.
Feelings: 3nodding

Remy: The first adult male she has seen in quite some while, Nausicaa ran into Remy one day in winter. He, like her, appears to have similar supersitious beliefs, and she found him to be one of the more enjoyable creatures she has run into in Telk. He promised to teach her magic, and she intends to hold him to it.
Feelings: blaugh

 

[Werewolf]

Status


Name: Malcolm
Pronounciation: Mal-com
Meaning: n/a
Age: Five months
Birthdate: May 20th
Breed: Hybrid (Wolf x Dog)
Color: Pale brown, with darker back.
Eyes: Pale blue
Position Puppy
Lineage:
- David [Father, Dog]
- ??? [Mother, Lone]

Mate:

- Far too young!

Health
- Currently: Pleasent


Territory Occupying: On a caravan with his owner, Torgo.

Brief Description:

 

[Werewolf]

Status


Name: Carius
Pronounciation: Car-E-us
Meaning: n/a
Age: Eight
Birthdate: November ??
Breed: Hybrid
Color: Husky printed, with an old dirty collar.
Eyes: Pale blue
Position Alpha
Lineage:
- Kallen [Father; Beta]
- Dhahella [Mother; Omega]
- Jaden [Son; Alpha]
- Cassidy [Grandaughter; Gamma]
- Hallie [Grandaughter; Pup]

Mate:

- Dhama [Beta]
- Azalea [Alpha]
- Aziz [Lone]
- (+ Numerous random others)

Health
- Currently: Stupid.

Quote:

Whut?

- Reoccuring Ailments
x. Fleas


Territory Occupying: The mouth of the woods.

Brief Description:
Carius is a monster among wolves. Tall, strong, murderous and freakishly muscular, there are few things that Carius hasn't tried to kill. But his murderous lust is abated by the simple fact that he is as dumb as a sack of rocks. He can't remember people well- even his arch enemy. This makes him very easy to control, by the right people.

History

Carius was born the third child to Dhahella and Kallen. Dhahella, his mother, was a matter of some controversy to the northern packs. There were more then a few rumors that she had been born to a dog b***h, but no one had ever really had the proof to back it up. She certainly had odd ways about her, and her size was much larger then most of the females in the group. Despite this- she fell to an omega position after Hrothmund took over, and he permitted her into the pack so long as she took a mate. Happy to fill the job was Kallen, Hrothmund’s beta male. Kallen was a sharp old bird, and fanatically devoted to his alpha, Hrothmund. But even his devotion couldn’t keep his eyes from wandering. He knew that Hrothmund was getting old- and, his mind was failing. He talked about immortality almost constantly; and like any good stooge, Kallen knew his time to take over when Hrothmund came was coming.

Raised under his father’s patient waiting for Hrothmund to die, or step down, Carius quickly became ambitious for his own inevitable rise in power. If Kallen took over, surely he’d become his father’s beta male, and from there, he would take over.

At about this time, Carius was the sharpest he’d ever be in his life. Which was not quite so smart, but not in the state of mental dilapidation he would be later on in life. Nor was he quite as strong. But, as time went on and Hrothmund got older, Kallen seemed to be taking forever. Carius decided he could not wait for Hrothmund to move. Carius would have to force his hand- but first, he needed to get in the position to move his hand. Kallen, still fanatically devoted to a wolf he considered a god, stood in his path.

Carius knew that even in a ruthless pack like Hrothmund’s, killing his own father publically would not be tolerated. At first, he’d thought about challenging him and seriously wounding the old male- perhaps, say, blinding him. But the more and more his father spoke to him, the more and more Carius’s loathing for his own father grew. Before long, he couldn’t take it any longer- and hatched a plan to have him killed.

Rather then kill him and have it connected back to him, Carius went offlands and grouped about some lones dispersed from other packs. Young and full of life- they were more then willing to make a trade for the ambush of Kallen. In return for their services, Carius promised that when he received the beta position- as he was apt to do so, he would place them in the head of his guard. Eager to have a place, the young men were more then willing to off an old man in exchange for that.

Carius, however, had no intention of keeping up the bargain. Leading Kallen out into the woods, the lones ambushed Kallen like planned- and Carius ran back to sound the alarm. Hrothmund, Kahj and another of his older sons quickly came on the scene. They were too late to save Kallen, but more then quick enough to kill the intruders.

It was only then that Carius realized he’d made a mistake in assuming he was next in line. For after the battle, Hrothmund started to take a liking to his eldest son, Kahj. He was a vain male who liked to brood- and, in Carius’s eyes, was totally unworthy of the position. Not wanting to give Kahj and leadway in taking his new job, Carius challenged him to a public spar for Kahj’s mate (Kadeera), and won.

Hrothmund was pleased with the results of the fight, and granted Kadeera to Carius, and formally appointed him as beta male in honor of his father. Kadeera was a side prize to Carius, and for a year he was sidetracked as she bore him three sons. If it had not been for another woman, Carius probably would have resolved himself to his beta position, and bided his time just as his father before him had. Unfortunately- there was such a woman.

He remember the first time he had saw her, and even later in life when his memory faded he would remember every inch of her. She had returned from a long absence with her mother, a favored mate of Hrothmund. Black like midnight, with a faint streak of grey down her snout, and the coldest blue eyes anyone could ever look into. She was Hrothmund’s prized daughter and his favorite advisor, and her poweress in diplomatic situations was quickly giving her a name for herself among the men in the pack. Quite a few were even willing to look past blood ties in order to mate her- and although she had a desire for men, she took no formal mate. The women chided her for being too feministic- but, had the pack had a princess, Azalea was most certainly it.

Carius became obsessed with her. He wanted nothing more then to be with her, and it wasn’t long before Kadeera became nothing but a faded memory to him. She served him as best as possible- the way she felt a mate should, but within a year’s time, she left the pack with her sons, and was not seen again.

For her sake, Azalea wanted nothing to do with Carius- although she allowed him to mount her once. She didn’t mind seducing him, as she saw the advantage in it, but Azalea had a different goal in mind- she had her eyes on the pack leadership as well. It was considered audacious for a woman to take control of the pack solo, but Azalea desired it more then anything. She thought if Hrothmund could successfully rule a pack without a mate, then so could she.

Hrothmund, however, had a reputation for treating women as second rate as they came. He loved their company- particularly of the sexual nature, but had no interest in them taking over his pack. He loathed the very idea of his daughter taking over, even though he did love her. But- his love for her was great enough to bend his opinions just once; the pack was growing large, and he allowed her to take twenty individuals and start a new pack over the ridge of the mountain. Azalea was delighted to take the chance when she saw it.

Carius was heartbroken to find that Azalea would be leaving, and quickly became crazed in his need for her. But it seemed the only way to stop her was to stop Hrothmund- and, Carius began to spread vicious commentary amongst the group that the old king was now too aged to rule correctly.

Hrothmund, through all of this, was perhaps not so foolish as Carius liked to think. He had every mind that the young male, among others including his own daughter, were looking for ways to get rid of him. He had the love and devotion of the older generation- but he had nothing but contempt form this new wave of young wolves. It was here he decided that he needed to name a heir (something considered rather audacious in itself), and boldly, Hrothmund decreed he’d be slowly laxing his rule into the power of his then youngest son, Phib.

And so became Carius’s second lifelong obsession. He hadn’t even known who the young wolf was until he suddenly came back from some odd hiatus– apparently he had been wounded by an arrow a year before. At first he didn’t seem like much a threat. Himself, Phib was not very large, and had no reputations for being a good fighter. What Phib did have, however, was an eerie resemblance to his father, and a biting sense of politics.

After Phib lead a group of younger wolves up against the bear, Red Mountain, support for the young wolf started to grow in a way Carius did not like. He was charismatic, this Phib- and he’d already shown himself to be brave and cunning against a monestrous adversary. Carius decided that there was only one thing to be done with him- and that was to fight him, and scare away Hrothmund’s support of the black male.

But to Carius’s surprise- his size hadn’t made the battle. When he’d challenged Phib, Carius had half thought Phib barely cared he was about to face a wolf that could kill him. This had concerned him greatly- and while he made furious attempts to ram the younger male, the black wolf took to an unusual style of fighting which involved more running then it did biting. Before it could end, Phib managed to yank the older male off his feet, and unable to fight from the ground, Carius consented to a loss.

Shortly after that- Phib challenged Kahj for the second highest position; and in response to his winnings, Hrothmund conceded the title of alpha to his son.

Humiliated, Carius left the woods, hoping to find a way to get back at Phib for taking something away from him that he had killed his own father for. He became obsessed with becoming stronger. He had to become strong enough to totally crush Phib, Hrothmund, and anyone else that might stand in his way. Only then would he manage to get to Azalea.

Heated in his desires for victory, Carius met up with a young seer named Akadette. Eager to become stronger, he spoke to her about his training-- and she found herself offended by his value in body. "Do you wish to be stronger, or smarter?" She asked him, one day. He replied the first- and, Akadette consented to helping. But unknowngly, Akadette had another purpose for him.

Akadette’s plan was simple- she helped Carius train, but as she did, she slowly destroyed his mind. The more time he spent with her, the less and less her was able to remember, making him easily controlled. As she did it, she made sure to put out a bit- something which fed his addiction, and kept the wool over his eyes until he was too exalted in his own strength to see his fading mind.


Carius returned to the pack, and so started the first war between himself and Phib on the political stage. Hrothmund had recently died, and there were a few members of the pack who debated on whether or not the group could maintain itself at such a large proportion in the way it had for years without the great king’s rule. Carius voted that half the group should be surrendered to another wolf’s power (preferably, his), while Phib remained staunch that the group could support itself with or without Hrothmund.


Politically speaking, Carius failed. It was becoming apparent now that something was wrong with his mind. He remembered Phib clearly, but everyone else quickly started to fade. Even his own parents he had a hard time remembering. Frustrated- he eventually sank low enough to bring his failing health up to Phib in desperation.

Phib was not too interested in helping his political rival, but shot out the idea that Carius should visit a shaman if he felt he truly was losing his mind. Phib would not seek out the shaman himself- but, he did allow one of his sons, Thallen, to accompany Carius on his trip to see the ailing shaman to the east.

Athena sollemly confirmed that there was indeed something wrong with Carius’s mind- but she did not know enough about the brain to effectively fix it. It had the markings of a seer’s work; but Carius could be damned if he remembered who the seer was who had hurt his mind so. Furious and unable to figure out what had happened, as Akadette’s last act was to remove herself from his memories, Carius falsely decided that Phib must have had something to do with it.

Half crazed, Carius left Thallen and went north; in which time, he became an alpha of a small group of thuggish individuals. There was only one way to fix his problem with Phib– and that was war.

But, Carius knew better then to attack Phib frontally. Phib had too much support directly. The only way to break the support was to give the other wolves reason to break away from him. And since Phib appealed to the more conservative views of his father’s supporters- he left many younger wolves alienated by his “dated” manner of handling things. If the younger wolves could be persuaded to turn against him, Carius was certain he could take the pack.

But he needed to get a strong ground first- and the only way to do that was rival the pack. Carius set his eyes on Azalea; whom even after Akadette’s fiddling he had not forgotten. Although she was adored, there were more then a few men who wanted to see her back in her place as a woman- not as a rogue alpha of the pack on the other side of her father’s. Carius attacked Azalea first- quickly destroying anyone who attempted to deflect his advances, and Azalea- who had not been expecting an outright attack from anyone, was unable to fight back. Meekly, she surrendered.

Carius, still struggling with his fading mind, made sure to keep Azalea as alpha female in order to appease the masses. He, however- proclaimed himself to be the ruler and mate of the pack, and from the other side of the ridge, quickly set to luring younger males from Phib’s pack into his own.

One male that Carius had not been expecting however, was Jaden, Azalea’s devoted son. He was of her first litter; a litter she had always imagined had come from the one time she had allowed herself to be with Carius. Although unaware the boy was his son, Carius knew problems were arising when Jaden deflected to Phib’s pack with a young female named Jenna.

Seeing that his pack was losing members due to his attempt to appease the older wolves, Phib placed Jaden and Jenna in his beta slots, hoping to lure some of the younger wolves back. It worked considerably; Jaden was charismatic and likable, and his mate Jenna was his ruthless backbone. Jaden would not stand for his mother to be used as a hostage in the other lands- and to Carius’s surprise, he quickly found himself facing an opposing warring faction before he could figure out what was happening.

Eager to free his sister from Carius, Phib was more then willing to lead an attack on the ridge pack. War broke out among the two groups– but before Carius could get to Phib in a battle for alphaship, Jaden came first. Carius found himself unable to beat his own son, and after being horrifically wounded, he fled– leaving a battle still raging.

Carius never heard the casualties, but they were despicably high as the older generation fought much of their younger peers. South pack took the win, and Phib returned back to his pack even more fanatically supported then before, and Azalea rose back to the throne in her own group. Carius, in more sense then one, was finished.

Wounded and mentally challenged, Carius dragged his body as far as he could, before collapsing in the middle fo the woods. By fate, he was found by an old woodcutter, who dragged the wolf back and nursed him back to recovery. Sensing the wolf might be vicious, he kept a thick collar upon the animal’s neck– although the woodcutter was most certain there had to be some dog in the male.

Carius felt shamed by being the slave of a human, but couldn’t deny his need for rest. Soon, his mind caught up with him, and he could barely remember a time when he had not been a dog. There were only two things that he remembered, which kept him from forgetting his old life- Phib, his rival, and Azalea, whom he still loved.

Time passed, and Carius found himself back in forest. What had happened to his human man he could never remember- but he had the faint idea that he might have killed him. Although what really happened, matters less.

Struggling with his hatred, Carius at last crossed paths with the most unlikely of all individuals– Phib’s own mother, Aziz. Somewhat united by their own sense of defeat, and a hatred to Hrothmund’s child, they became loose partners— although what either receives out of the relationship is hard to say.

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Ryukkii: Carius likes the fact that Ryukkii hurt Phib, but other then that he can't understand her. Everytime he meets her she confuses him, and makes him do something that he doesn't get. He hates the way she talks- she acts so friendly, and yet everyone knows she's so ugly. In his mind, she's a bit of a coward, but unfortunatly, Ryukkii still has the upper hand in the mental department.
Feelings: evil

Aziz: Phib's mother- and, let's face it, there's something rather diabolical about ******** your enemy's mother. But, Aziz is more an enemy to Phib then Carius is sometimes, and like Ryukkii, she is often able to control Carius from afar. Unlike Ryukkii, however, Aziz still gets herself roughed up by her 'mate' every now and then. At least endless "your mother" jokes will come out of it.
Feelings: domokun

Enemies

Jaden: Carius's lazy, lady chasing son. His greatest humiliation was being beaten by Jaden, and chased offlands, and away from Carius's true "love"- Azalea. No one ever told Jaden he was his father, but Carius has an idea that someone tipped him off. He is ashamed that he was beat by Jaden, when he thought his only problem was Phib.
Feelings: gonk

Phib: It's nothing personal, but Carius has been trying to off Phib since he was a child. He is furious that Hrothmund was so shallow enough to put one of his own sons as king, when he was more then qualified for it. Since then, Carius has lead two unsuccesful rebellions agains Phib- one political, and the other outright war. Both times he was defeated, although in war, it was his son that chased him off, and not Phib. Although he's obsessed with beating someone named Phib, Carius....has a habit of forgetting exactly what he looks like.
Feelings: scream

 

[Werewolf]

Status


Name: Nadia (Aziz)
Pronounciation: Nah-dee-ah; As-Is
Meaning: Because of her depraved state, some of the younger women began selling her "as is", and eventually it became the only name she went by.
Age: 9
Birthdate: ??
Breed: Mixed
Color: Black
Eyes: Green
Position Lone
Lineage:
- Afu [Mother; Lone]*
- Izad [Father; Lone]*
- Zierre [Uncle; Shaman]*
- Phib [Son; Alpha]

Mate(s):
( Aziz worked as a kind of prostitute for most of her life- but notable mates are: )
- Hrothmund [Alpha]*
- Carius [Alpha]

Health
- Currently: Old

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- Reoccuring Ailments
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Territory Occupying: Outlands

Brief Description: A faded beauty, Aziz has finally found herself at the end of the road. She is no longer able to work her way from man to man, and has instead clung to the fading Carius. Although she has resigned herself to a demise, she is unwilling to let go or forgive. She is sharp tongued and clever, but lacks the fortitude to carry anything out.


* Designates a wolf that has died.

History

Azalea was born the only surviving child to a pair of lone wolves. They had met in lust only months earlier, but at the time had been from two separate packs. Her mother, Afu, was promptly expelled from the pack when her mother caught the scent of vagabond upon her. The two lones left together, hoping to start a pack on their own. Although charismatic, Izad had little power to keep members in his group thanks to being aloof. Unprepared and unkowning, the two had a litter of six pups in the middle of the forest, and things began to go downhill from there.

The first two died simply because their was not enough food for them. Afu tried her hardest to nurse all six, but in a desperate attempt to save four, two were abandoned. (To her horror- she later found they had been eaten by racoons.) Another died of a kind of ear mite, and the third drowned. The one that was left- Nadia, was kept close to them at all times.

Nadia was a beautiful wolf, inheriting her family’s black pelt and wild green eyes. As a child she was a most serious individual, often taking to contemplating philosophy. She frequently begged her parents to simply assimilated into a pack, feeling them unable to correctly run one on their own.

Although Nadia attracted quite a bit of attention from other alphas, most were hesitant to allow Izad and Afu in as well. As mates they expected to pup again, and after a particularly bad winter in the north, and pressure from Hrothmund, very few packs were willing to take in more needy mouths. Afu refused to give up Nadia, and the trio finally found birth in the only place that would take them- the Clameroal.

The Clameroal was a rather large group of vagabond wolves, traveling in an unmated pack under the leadership of a roguish wolf called Barbaros. There were thirty individuals, and Nadia made the first child of the group. Fighting and food shortages riddled the group as Barbaros kept them together by promising excursions onto other lands to curve food supplies their way. The women of the pack also had a particular reputation for being whores, used by Barbaro to lure young males away from their pack and gain their admittance into the Clameroal. From within it- very few wolves kept regular mates.

It was among this gypsy pack of wolves that Nadia grew up in. From lack of food she was always long and lean, and she had eyes that stuck out in her face. At a year of age, she took up the typical career option for females in the pack; the same job that her mother, Afu, now worked after a fight had claimed Izad.

It didn’t take long for Nadia to become very popular among the males of the Clameroal and of the neighboring packs. She was popular enough for the faint whispers of women warning their daughters against loosing their mates to such a woman that it fell upon Hrothmund’s ears.

Hrothmund at the time was already old, and realized his life would be over. He had done a miraculous thing in his years among the great south pack- he had never once lost power. Now, old and getting older, he realized as his final act he could not allow himself to be thrown from power. If he resigned under the leadership of another male, he could easily shadow govern the pack well into his death and beyond. But such a set up had to take some time. The first thing he needed was a male that would be his stand in. For public opinion- he felt it was best they looked similar, if not identical. But despite this, his attempts at breeding had reared no similar child. The closest had been his set of twins- Azalea and Kahj, but both had carried their mother’s blue eyes and navy tint to their coat. But time was running out. Males in the pack were becoming interested in his position- notably, Carius, his beta male’s son.

When he had heard of Nadia, it is important to note that his initial plans had never been to lure her into mothering a child. Hrothmund had always had an appetite for women. He felt they were weak and foolish, and best served beneath him; literally. It was a kind of interest to him to see if he could lure such a beauty away from the vagrant pack calling themselves the Clameroal- a group which he himself had started to get an itch to run off this side of the mountain.

Nadia met Hrothmund alone one night, and at first was unaware who he was. He seemed an older male- larger then any other she had ever seen. He had deep, burning green eyes and a kind of calculating drawl to his speech that kept her listening. But what made her love him was his intelligence. She had never met a man who was as clever and interesting as Hrothmund. He even knew about philosophy, and war, and places she had never seen before. Nadia, quite enthusiastically, fell in love with him.

To say Nadia simply fell in love does not quite cover the extent to which she really did fall. She became obsessed, doting- and when she finally found out who he really was, she felt as though she had won the lottery among men to love. Surely it was love to be–

Nadia became pregnant in late winter, and from that point on, Hrothmund devised that because of their similar looks it was likely one of the children would suit his needs. But having her live in the Clameroal would do no good. He coaxed her off the packlands, despite her want to have her mother, Afu, come with her. Hrothmund disuaded her, and the two returned to the south pack, where for the next few months Nadia received almost royal treatment.


She gave birth to four children- a bit of a disappointment to Hrothmund, who had hoped the gene pool would leave at least six. All were black, and three were boys- so it was not a terrible loss.

Nadia began to realize something was not right just days after giving birth. Hrothmund spoke to her less, and the pack seemed to no longer give her the kind of respect she had received before. A few of the younger females even went as far to giggle at her, and whisper behind her back. Furious that something might be going on without her knowledge, Nadia confronted Hrothmund.

Feeling that perhaps he was upset with the number of children, she begged he not be angry with her, and promised more in the next season. But Hrothmund was rather satisfied with three boys- and with enough pregnant females in his pack, he didn’t need Nadia to nurse the pups. Point blankly, he asked why she might have thought he’d never had a stable mate for long. Nadia refused to believe that it might have all been a sham and her mate motivated only by lust, she became furious with him and started to scream. Unwilling to listen to a wailing woman, he struck her and sent her away; telling her he had little interest in her, and that he suggested she say goodbye to his children.

Nadia was heartbroken, and nearly mad driven. Hrothmund in his arrogency couldn’t imagine Nadia actually hurting the children- but it soon became the only thing on her mind. She gathered them up and ran off land in two shifts (witnessed tenativly by the sister of Hrothmund, Meran).

With her four children around her and feeling terribly foolish- she did the only thing she felt she could do at the time, and killed her first child, a daughter. Although the pups were far too young at the time to make much of any kind of noise or understanding, the youngest child; a male, started to wail.

With one dead, and suddenly shocked at what she had done, she killed another, and started eating them. It would be better, she thought, for her to return them back inside of her rather then ever deal with them again. They were so small that it horrified her.

She had to choose another one, and despite the fact that the smaller one was still making pathetically sheepish screams, she picked the one that had become too frightful to even move. She had only half consumed the other when her eyes had fallen upon her final child.

For the next year of her life, Nadia would remember that look. Her final boy sat as best he could, barely able to stand and his eyes only half opened. He was still shouting and flailing his tiny paws, but they didn’t do much to take him anywhere. Completely helpless- he was utterly a pathetic sight. Nothing like the other children, who had almost bravely faced the death the mother had given them. Perhaps this one was nothing like Hrothmund?

She had thoughts of not eating him as she finished the other child, but she never had the chance. Hrothmund’s sister, Meran, had finally gone on her instincts to check what Nadia was doing, and in her horror, realized she was too late to save the pups. Furious she rammed into Nadia, and the sound of the two females fighting quickly drew the attention of the rest of the pack.

Even for the vicious south pack, eating children was horrifying. It was quickly on the mind of some of the pack members that they return Nadia’s favor, and before she knew it the female was running for her life- in the flurry of her moments, leaving the final child behind. She had hardly managed a backwards glance before she bolted away.

Two males kept up more then the others, and after a few miles, caught her completely. It was not in them to let the other female live, and promptly started to tear her to pieces. Had it not been for her proximity to the Clameroal- she might have died a horrible death that day. But to her amazement, Barabros came with a group, and quickly dispatched the other two males. Nadia was left in a horrible state, and in an uncommon act of kindness, the gypsy wolves dragged her back to their home.


For the next year, Nadia could think of nothing else then the boy she had left behind. She remembered his face more then she remembered her own, pitiful and needing her attention. Her boy was somewhere in Hrothmund’s clutches. Weakened and unable to stand, she started to fabricate stories about what her son might be doing on his own. In all of them he needed her. What boy didn’t need their mother? She knew he had to remember her. He had to know that cruel father did not love him. But meekly, she also realized she had no idea if he was even alive. Would Hrothmund, in his rage, have killed the boy?

When Nadia got her strength back, her mother (who had been aware of Nadia’s pregnancy), told her that a female who had come to the Clameroal from the south pack had seen a young boy. Nadia quickly decided that she had to reclaim her son. She would go to the pack quickly, and bring him back to the Clameroal with her. They could live together in this place. And once the winter was over, Nadia set out.

She had expected going into Hrothmund’s lands to be a bit harder then it ended up being. The guards hardly remembered her, as many of the young wolves now ran the borders. Trying to keep her cool, she introduced herself as a woman from the Clameroal- something which was rather synominous with being a prostitute. It bought her a safe passage into the heart of the pack, and slowly, she began to make her way around the younger wolves.

Would she know her son, amongst all the others? She looked for any of them that might have seemed awkward or sheepish. One that was out of place. A year had gone by- he would be a young adult now. What color had his eyes become? How tall had he been? Was he even still alive-?

Finding one that seemed similar to what her son might appear- (A wolf who ended up being a young Kahj), she questioned the boy who his mother was. A bit agitatedly he replied, and it broke Nadia’s heart to not be able to find him. Before the other male could walk away, she asked if he knew one of Hrothmund’s sons from a year earlier. The other male responded that there were five. Of the five, two had left, and another had recently returned to the lands after an injury. The other two lived in the pack recently established by Azalea.

An injured child! She did not need much more to know that was her son. Perhaps she jumped the gun- but her heart knew it was her child. Nervously she asked again where she might find him- and Kahj reported that he was probably off at the council meeting.

Nadia didn’t contimplate why her son might have been at a council meeting, but waited in the field adjacent to it as the meeting ended. From afar she had watched the group cautiously, eyeing any of them for signs of being her son. Most were older wolves- and to her hatred, she could see Hrothmund sitting at the head. There were at least twenty gathered, and from their bodies she could not make out any of the smaller ones. It was only when they dismissed, that she was able to see him.

The group was moving, and he was standing besides Hrothmund. The two were talking about something. Nadia would have mistaken him for an adult, had it not been for the healing wound in the center of the young male’s chest. Overcome with her desire to take her son away from this place, she ran towards the group, forgetting Hrothmund’s presence.

But the closer she got, the more she realized that what she had imagined had not quite come to play. The boy’s face was not an uncertain one, and it was not the howling face of the puppy who had been terrified. He was serious and almost condescending in expression when Nadia approached, flailing and begging Hrothmund to give her her son. Hrothmund- who, really didn’t have any interest in caring, saunter off; instructing Phib to deal with the matter.

Nadia threw off into hysterics, and somewhat awkwardly, Phib attempted to calm her down. His voice was too much like Hrothmund’s. Nervously she started to step away, urging him to come with her. To her horror, the son simply shook his head and asked why he would do that.

Nadia could not believe what it was she had found. Her child! And yet, he had never needed her. This boy was someone different then who she had remembered. He was articulate and calm, even as she flailed. More importantly- he obviously saw her more as a crazy person then his own mother. She demanded for him to come back with her again, pleading that Hrothmund had lied about anything he had ever told Phib about her. Phib flatly responded that he had no interest in the life she was offering. He was a growing political figure around the south pack- and, Hrothmund’s intended to take over the pack once he resigned. Why trade that to a woman he had never knew?

Nadia ran off, utterly humiliated and heartbroken.


From that point on, a different person started to arise in Nadia. Nadia had been hurt too much. First by Hrothmund, and then fatally stabbed by Phib. Her broken love for them started to cross into an obsessive hate- particularly towards Phib. The Clameroal was forced off the South Pack’s mountain area, and the group moved west. Because of the scars she had received from the mauling, and the scars she had self inflicted upon herself in frustrated rage, the other women of the clameroal began to sell her “as is.” The name eventually started to stick- evolving into a shortened fashion, Aziz.

Aziz was different then the innocent and beautiful Nadia. She hated most everything, particularly children. Whenever she became pregnant, she found ways to rid them from her, either in the womb or when they were born. When news of Hrothmund’s death reached Aziz, she tried one last time to see if her son would come to her. But when she returned she had only gone halfway before realizing that it was Phib who had become alpha in Hrothmund’s point. Furious, she retreated again, but never again returned to the Clameroal.

Throughout the years, Aziz had more then a few run ins with Phib. Twice he had visited her on his own accord- once, because she was involving herself with a wolf named Jethrope, and Phib warned he would not spare any pity when the time would come to remove the troublesome lone. Despite his threat- he had shown some pity by warning her ahead of time. Although she hated him, she took his advice and dropped contact from Jethrope.

The second time she met him, was during a particularly harsh winter. She had been following the pack at some length, and Phib had finally fallen back and instructed her to den in an old fox den on the lands. She hated that he pitied her- but, again took his advice and used the den, much to her own self loathing.


Before the whole incident with Ryukkii, Aziz finally gave up on her conspiring against Phib. She had come on his lands on a few occasions, trying to find some way to bring him down. But when no avenues opened, she resigned herself that she was on the end of her rope. And she left.


In recent times she has fallen in with Carius, and old enemy of Phib’s. Although she hates the brutish male, and he has a tendency to beat her, she will cling to him out of loneliness, and a feeling that she does not wish to die with no one knowing who she is.

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Carius- Aziz came upon Carius after he had left his human owner. Although she did not recognize him, the two quickly found out that they had one substantial thing in common-Phib. Feeling lonesome and dangling on the end of her life, Aziz clings to Carius for the simple fact that he knows who Phib is, and they have both been defeated in life. For this, she's willing to put up with the abuse.

Hallie- Carius's granddaughter, who is apparently related to Phib as well. She hates children, and doesn't care much for Hallie- but respects the fact that she's able to trick Carius from attacking either of them.

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Enemies

Phib- Although not a real enemy, Aziz can't help but dispise him. She spent all her hope and strength that he needed her under Hrothmund's rule, and was crushed to find that not only did he not need her, but had become very much like Hrothmund. She cannot forgive him for his pitying looks, and frequent attempts to take set her up someplace. Aziz has conspired against him on more then one occasion.

Amelie- Although she doesn't really have anything against her, Aziz can't stand the fact that Phib is capable of sticking to one woman- if only for the while. She also hates her confounding rhetoric.

Ryukkii- She claims to be an enemy of Phib, but also loves him. For that, Aziz can't stand her.

 

[Werewolf]

Quest Status: Complete; pending arrival.
Colorist: Tahja Estes