Post by pesty on Jun 29, 2021 1:49:45 GMT
Wamika
General Information
Alias(es): Mika, Wammy (friends only)
Gender: Female
Age: Five
Pack: Au'Dar
Rank: Warrior Garde
Other: Scent is woodsy-sweet with pallo santo and geranium
Playlist: here
Tafa Information (For Au'Dar only)
Name: Poe ♀
Species: Raven (albino)
Other: A rather timid raven, she is eerily silent when she flies and perches. Poe has become adept at hiding due to her albinism and being singled out for it so she can camouflage herself well while on border patrol with her Warrior wolf. Understandably she's jumpy around other ravens although her self confidence has been building thanks to Wamika's encouragement. They met after the she-wolf had been accepted into the pack and assigned as an Apprentice Warrior. A flock of black ravens were attacking the white raven and had her grounded, cornered. Poe was screeching and threw her wings up to protect herself, taking jabs here or there but only getting more crimson dyed on those alabaster feathers. Wamika had come barreling through the Citadel to defend the outnumbered white raven, snarling and scattering the bullies. The newcomer apologized deeply for intruding in the Citadel but was concerned for the stark white bird. Once the Shepherds helped Poe to heal the white raven purposefully sought out Wamika and hasn't left the Warrior alone ever since.
Appearance
Height: 38in
Weight: 125ibs (still gaining healthy muscle weight back)
Length: 8ft
Eyes: sickly pale yellow orbs bereft of the light of life, always a dull sheen to them and a faraway look as though she only sees through you, outlined thickly in black skin and hair giving her a 'eyelined' look.
Pelt: her head is a dark muddled mass of brown and gray with black overcoat on the top hairs, working along her ruff, shoulders, spine and down to the tip of her tail. Further down her pelt lightens up from creamy brown to a white underbelly. The fur is thick and feathery.
Scars: a few minor ones from battle on her haunches and shoulders. There's a noticeable scar in a perfect ring around her muzzle, up high and close to her eyes, as well as a circular pink scar on the right side of her nose, finally a gnarled spiral is on her left wrist, the fur has never grown back and the skin is angry and jagged.
Physique: baby got back! Wamika's haunches and rump make up the bulk of her powerhouse. She's over average height for a female and has lost some weight but is steadily gaining muscle mass.
Reputation + Personality
Wamika is her own worst enemy. She used to be a wandering, babbling, mad hedonistic libertine. This was due to the amount of stress and the aftermath of not only PTSD but severe toxins within her system which were sending her into a feverish haze. She's since been cleansed of the impurities and after regaining her senses, is an entirely new wolf. No longer does she wish to harm any wolf she sees, rather she only defends herself when she has to. Long gone are the days she would catch and dissect small animals and large insects. No more macabre Mika. While she is still as ferocious in battle, her heart and mentality have changed from that wild, primal she-beast. She still runs from the demons that come to her in the dark, or the cold clawed ghosts that scream for her as she sleeps that make her fly up from where she's laying to go galloping as far as she can into the night until she's heaving, ragged and out of breath with rapid panting, gasping for air as her bosom billows. When this happens she won't recognize anyone or register that they're there; slack jawed, ears bent back in anxiety and eyes wide with the pupils shrunk down for a time. Only Poe can calm her at this point as far as anyone knows. Should this happen in front of anyone in the Au'Dar, Wamika becomes ashamed and embarrassed, finding it a great weakness.
She's immensely awkward around the Au'Dar wolves, feeling like a clumsy giantess among the ritualistic and organized pack. They're all so streamlined and serene in comparison to her own rough-around-the-edges demeanor with that curvy, cumbersome body of Mika's. When the she-wolf does make a connection with someone it most definitely lasts. Starved for understanding and social connection for so long, she's incredibly loyal and attentive to the few friends that she does make. This takes time since Wamika isn't confident with herself; what if she's a ticking time bomb just waiting for a chance to explode, revert the she-beast back to old ways? It's this fear that has her keep a distance from the rest of the pack. While she's never rude, or blatantly ignores any of them, she's just not sure how to socialize with such an established group and herself so painfully an outsider. Romance isn't something Wamika has ever experienced and she's too far gone to consider it at this time in her life, who'd put up with the wicked side of her? How would they react when she tells them everything she's done? They would reject her and leave her for good if they had any sense in their heads. So she doesn't toy around with such fantasies and sticks with reality which is a sobering and new concept for the reformed woman.
There's plenty of opportunity for her to harness that wild energy rather than avoid it. Wamika is most comfortable as a Warrior, she has the body and mentality for it and she's more than happy for an excuse to execute such techniques. Able to control her blood-lust she's still every bit a terrifying fighter and she takes no prisoners. She goes as silent as her tafa as she focuses on the enemy, going after as many bodies as she can and pulling as much aggro as possible to keep the heat off of the rest of the pack, she can take a beating very well. After combat, or a hunt, she's invigorated and it's this time that some might glimpse a rare sight indeed; a smiling and social Wamika. If she's not dutifully patrolling the borders then the she-wolf is most likely out swimming, or hunting. She's even been taking singing lessons from her dear friend Naveen, that sugary-sweet Shepherd.
More facets of the she-wolf lie in wait, but they will need to be unlocked with time, patience and her continued healing as she reintegrates into pack society.
History
Parents: Valor ♂ (Mackenzie Valley Wolf) and Lash ♀ (Tundra Wolf) [deceased]
Siblings: Valdier ♂, Tikiga ♀, Sael ♂, Driskoll ♂ & Thrash ♂ [statuses unknown]
trigger warning; gore, violence, self-harm & murder
Growing up the second eldest of her birth pack she always felt overwhelmed by the crowded den and would often crawl around to be alone by her dam's tail, or once she was big enough, outside of the den with her sire. Valor and little Mika had a close bond, she was hurt most second only to Lash by the disappearance and presumed death of the dark pelted brute. Once their dam disappeared, Wamika loathed her for supposedly abandoning them in their time of need. Since the runt of the litter, Tikiga, resembled Lash so much Wamika was prone to picking on the runt and even savagely biting her unprovoked.
She doesn't regret leaving her siblings behind after their caretaker, Draya, had passed. The experience coupled with the pile of lies their dam fed them angered the young she-wolf, making her bitter. Family fed each other lies. After taking her leave of her pathetic birth pack Wamika had shortly thereafter caught in a violent snare by a group of extremely cruel humans. She was trapped all night trying to chew her way out, she nearly chewed through her left foreleg before the bloody spectators discovered her. Simply for their entertainment they would force animals to face each other in a fight to the death. The group of humans were all male, reeking of tobacco and whiskey, a disgusting mixture she'd never forget. It wasn't frightening at all; it was more of an inconvenience to the she-wolf. This wasn't something she had wanted or planned for. At first she refused to dance for the crowd of apes staring as the she-beast would stare down a coyote or another hapless wolf yet refuse to advance. Up until they began to zap her with cattle prods, forcing a shriek from the she-wolf and encouraging her to lunge forth to tear down whatever animal was in front of her.
Being electrocuted numerous times only fed the inner violence that stirred within and after a few months they didn't bother using the prod since Wamika was ready to go right out of the gates. Then the series of needle injections began; they would tightly force a too-small leather muzzle on the female and hold her down while giving her several injections which burned through her system, driving her mad with pain and terror, sending her back into the ring as a screaming banshee. It was living hell on earth and she was dancing with the devil. Her preferred method was a slow, torturous death. Most notably peeling the skin to reveal the ligaments or tendons down below, bright pink muscle tissue exposed and twitching. The metallic tinge of iron in fresh blood is an exquisite marinade for a soon-to-be-corpse.
There was part of her that said it was wrong, until she realized she was merely giving them mercy so they wouldn't have to suffer the horrors of living. Unable to socialize nor empathize with those of her ilk left Wamika looking on apathetically when faced with two starving wolves, a mated pair with a heavily pregnant female. Easily knocking the feeble pregnant fae to the side with a powerful swing of her rump the hellion set upon the male, chomping up his legs and biting at his neck to cause blood to thickly stain the fur on his chest. Once she had the male weakened, panting and unable to stand let alone drag himself to comfort his trembling mate she turned on the shivering intruder.
Despite the dumb breeder bitch's yelping pleas, Wamika threw herself so her chest slammed against the opposing fae's swollen side to knock her over. Left paw pinning the smaller female by the left shoulder the right clawed deeply along the pregnant wolf's ribs and belly, marking where her precise incision would be. Jaws open wide Wamika tore into the sobbing she-wolf's belly, blood and visceral matter sticking to her face while the dumb bitch's mate cried for mercy. That's just what Wamika was doing though or rather that's how she saw it. The newly developed bundles of joy were soft and buttery. It took the cattle prod to get her away from the slaughter she enjoyed. Neighborhood strays were introduced not too long afterwards and were easy, boring kills. The constant barrage of being an expected gladiator was exhausting over time and soon enough Wamika's only wish was to be free.
One night new humans raid the place. Animals were being taken from their holding pens and placed in small crates, to where she had no intention of finding out. As soon as a human had gone to release her and attempt to move her, Wamika crushed their wrist with her fangs before bolting for the open door. She didn't stop running until the smoke and the lights were long behind her, nothing but stars and trees surrounding her finally. Muttering to the air and softly voicing her concerns to an invisible entity the crazed she-beast wandered off in search of answers in the dark.
Wamika has no idea just how long she roamed the world in such a state or, for that matter, how long she had been held prisoner to those humans. Fever dreams, sleep paralysis, and paranoia kept the anguished loner moving onward. She couldn't feed herself and would hardly sleep. Only run from the past and try to find something, anything familiar. All around here the strange land shifted into a thick forest with new scents to assault her olfactory sense. Shadowed phantoms surrounded her which led her to stumbling across a red hued wolf curled up in her path to which she tried to attack, yet her muscle coordination had become so poor that all she could do was press the front of her teeth against one of the startled male's shoulders. At that moment something rather unpleasant and sharp stabbed into the right side of her nose, giving her a permanent scar to be left as a permanent reminder about the dangers of displeasing hummingbirds. The lady cried out and crumpled to the ground with the last of her energy spent as she rubs her bleeding nose urgently with her paws. In between that time is rather hazy for her after Naveen found her and vouched for her, urging the Au'Dar pack to take in the stray in need.
It was a long month of healing. The Healers did all they could, they'd never seen anything like it before. Wamika wasn't able to run and could only move to go outside to relieve herself, mumbling under her breath, eyes rolling around in the back of her skull as a caretaker would guide her back to a resting spot near the Den-site, guarded of course. Naveen would visit her every so often. He brought her food and he sang to her which would soothe any agitated fits the she-wolf would erupt into. Not that she was violent towards any of the wolves, but sometimes she would get startled, yelping and scrambling to get away from anyone near her until she had backed herself against the rocky wall. Other times she would turn on her painful, scarred wrist and reopen the old wound with her unforgiving teeth.
One day she was able to sit up unattended and even rose to greet the Healers, head dipped and tail tucked submissively to show she meant no harm. She was able to raspily thank them for their help and the she-wolf vowed to return the pack's kindness. Wamika began going on walks with Naveen, and a guard, or a swim to help build her muscle mass from the scrawny seventy pounds that she was. Fast forward a couple months and she's racing Naveen around the fields and the woods, swimming upstream with him. Ever grateful to the Shepherd she begged him to request an audience with the Centurion for her. It was granted under many a watchful eye and the outsider stated that she wished to help them hunt down boar for the season in order to feed the pack and acquire pelts. The hunt only showed off how much stronger Wamika had gotten as she easily fell a couple of boars on her own with intense savagery. Only the best for the generosity from the Au'Dar.
This helped secure her paw in the door on her way towards pack membership after she continued to hunt and do small tasks for the pack. She was warned that one wrong move and she was out, which relaxed after she met her tafa and became an official Au'Dar. Being instructed not to tell those beyond the Au'Dar pack that she's not born into their ways, she happily embraces her new life. Wamika stayed away from the Den-site for the most part at first, preferring the woods. She then would begin to doze near Naveen on the outskirts of the Citadel before finding herself inching towards the Warriors. An impressive group to be sure and one she certainly looked up to. Requesting and being approved for Apprenticeship for the next handful of months, she graduated in rank not too long after finding herself a tafa and proving herself in the appropriate rank trial. Wamika has been a Warrior for only a month.
Staff Tag: @bri
General Information
Alias(es): Mika, Wammy (friends only)
Gender: Female
Age: Five
Pack: Au'Dar
Rank: Warrior Garde
Other: Scent is woodsy-sweet with pallo santo and geranium
Playlist: here
Tafa Information (For Au'Dar only)
Name: Poe ♀
Species: Raven (albino)
Other: A rather timid raven, she is eerily silent when she flies and perches. Poe has become adept at hiding due to her albinism and being singled out for it so she can camouflage herself well while on border patrol with her Warrior wolf. Understandably she's jumpy around other ravens although her self confidence has been building thanks to Wamika's encouragement. They met after the she-wolf had been accepted into the pack and assigned as an Apprentice Warrior. A flock of black ravens were attacking the white raven and had her grounded, cornered. Poe was screeching and threw her wings up to protect herself, taking jabs here or there but only getting more crimson dyed on those alabaster feathers. Wamika had come barreling through the Citadel to defend the outnumbered white raven, snarling and scattering the bullies. The newcomer apologized deeply for intruding in the Citadel but was concerned for the stark white bird. Once the Shepherds helped Poe to heal the white raven purposefully sought out Wamika and hasn't left the Warrior alone ever since.
Appearance
Height: 38in
Weight: 125ibs (still gaining healthy muscle weight back)
Length: 8ft
Eyes: sickly pale yellow orbs bereft of the light of life, always a dull sheen to them and a faraway look as though she only sees through you, outlined thickly in black skin and hair giving her a 'eyelined' look.
Pelt: her head is a dark muddled mass of brown and gray with black overcoat on the top hairs, working along her ruff, shoulders, spine and down to the tip of her tail. Further down her pelt lightens up from creamy brown to a white underbelly. The fur is thick and feathery.
Scars: a few minor ones from battle on her haunches and shoulders. There's a noticeable scar in a perfect ring around her muzzle, up high and close to her eyes, as well as a circular pink scar on the right side of her nose, finally a gnarled spiral is on her left wrist, the fur has never grown back and the skin is angry and jagged.
Physique: baby got back! Wamika's haunches and rump make up the bulk of her powerhouse. She's over average height for a female and has lost some weight but is steadily gaining muscle mass.
Reputation + Personality
Wamika is her own worst enemy. She used to be a wandering, babbling, mad hedonistic libertine. This was due to the amount of stress and the aftermath of not only PTSD but severe toxins within her system which were sending her into a feverish haze. She's since been cleansed of the impurities and after regaining her senses, is an entirely new wolf. No longer does she wish to harm any wolf she sees, rather she only defends herself when she has to. Long gone are the days she would catch and dissect small animals and large insects. No more macabre Mika. While she is still as ferocious in battle, her heart and mentality have changed from that wild, primal she-beast. She still runs from the demons that come to her in the dark, or the cold clawed ghosts that scream for her as she sleeps that make her fly up from where she's laying to go galloping as far as she can into the night until she's heaving, ragged and out of breath with rapid panting, gasping for air as her bosom billows. When this happens she won't recognize anyone or register that they're there; slack jawed, ears bent back in anxiety and eyes wide with the pupils shrunk down for a time. Only Poe can calm her at this point as far as anyone knows. Should this happen in front of anyone in the Au'Dar, Wamika becomes ashamed and embarrassed, finding it a great weakness.
She's immensely awkward around the Au'Dar wolves, feeling like a clumsy giantess among the ritualistic and organized pack. They're all so streamlined and serene in comparison to her own rough-around-the-edges demeanor with that curvy, cumbersome body of Mika's. When the she-wolf does make a connection with someone it most definitely lasts. Starved for understanding and social connection for so long, she's incredibly loyal and attentive to the few friends that she does make. This takes time since Wamika isn't confident with herself; what if she's a ticking time bomb just waiting for a chance to explode, revert the she-beast back to old ways? It's this fear that has her keep a distance from the rest of the pack. While she's never rude, or blatantly ignores any of them, she's just not sure how to socialize with such an established group and herself so painfully an outsider. Romance isn't something Wamika has ever experienced and she's too far gone to consider it at this time in her life, who'd put up with the wicked side of her? How would they react when she tells them everything she's done? They would reject her and leave her for good if they had any sense in their heads. So she doesn't toy around with such fantasies and sticks with reality which is a sobering and new concept for the reformed woman.
There's plenty of opportunity for her to harness that wild energy rather than avoid it. Wamika is most comfortable as a Warrior, she has the body and mentality for it and she's more than happy for an excuse to execute such techniques. Able to control her blood-lust she's still every bit a terrifying fighter and she takes no prisoners. She goes as silent as her tafa as she focuses on the enemy, going after as many bodies as she can and pulling as much aggro as possible to keep the heat off of the rest of the pack, she can take a beating very well. After combat, or a hunt, she's invigorated and it's this time that some might glimpse a rare sight indeed; a smiling and social Wamika. If she's not dutifully patrolling the borders then the she-wolf is most likely out swimming, or hunting. She's even been taking singing lessons from her dear friend Naveen, that sugary-sweet Shepherd.
More facets of the she-wolf lie in wait, but they will need to be unlocked with time, patience and her continued healing as she reintegrates into pack society.
History
Parents: Valor ♂ (Mackenzie Valley Wolf) and Lash ♀ (Tundra Wolf) [deceased]
Siblings: Valdier ♂, Tikiga ♀, Sael ♂, Driskoll ♂ & Thrash ♂ [statuses unknown]
trigger warning; gore, violence, self-harm & murder
Growing up the second eldest of her birth pack she always felt overwhelmed by the crowded den and would often crawl around to be alone by her dam's tail, or once she was big enough, outside of the den with her sire. Valor and little Mika had a close bond, she was hurt most second only to Lash by the disappearance and presumed death of the dark pelted brute. Once their dam disappeared, Wamika loathed her for supposedly abandoning them in their time of need. Since the runt of the litter, Tikiga, resembled Lash so much Wamika was prone to picking on the runt and even savagely biting her unprovoked.
She doesn't regret leaving her siblings behind after their caretaker, Draya, had passed. The experience coupled with the pile of lies their dam fed them angered the young she-wolf, making her bitter. Family fed each other lies. After taking her leave of her pathetic birth pack Wamika had shortly thereafter caught in a violent snare by a group of extremely cruel humans. She was trapped all night trying to chew her way out, she nearly chewed through her left foreleg before the bloody spectators discovered her. Simply for their entertainment they would force animals to face each other in a fight to the death. The group of humans were all male, reeking of tobacco and whiskey, a disgusting mixture she'd never forget. It wasn't frightening at all; it was more of an inconvenience to the she-wolf. This wasn't something she had wanted or planned for. At first she refused to dance for the crowd of apes staring as the she-beast would stare down a coyote or another hapless wolf yet refuse to advance. Up until they began to zap her with cattle prods, forcing a shriek from the she-wolf and encouraging her to lunge forth to tear down whatever animal was in front of her.
Being electrocuted numerous times only fed the inner violence that stirred within and after a few months they didn't bother using the prod since Wamika was ready to go right out of the gates. Then the series of needle injections began; they would tightly force a too-small leather muzzle on the female and hold her down while giving her several injections which burned through her system, driving her mad with pain and terror, sending her back into the ring as a screaming banshee. It was living hell on earth and she was dancing with the devil. Her preferred method was a slow, torturous death. Most notably peeling the skin to reveal the ligaments or tendons down below, bright pink muscle tissue exposed and twitching. The metallic tinge of iron in fresh blood is an exquisite marinade for a soon-to-be-corpse.
There was part of her that said it was wrong, until she realized she was merely giving them mercy so they wouldn't have to suffer the horrors of living. Unable to socialize nor empathize with those of her ilk left Wamika looking on apathetically when faced with two starving wolves, a mated pair with a heavily pregnant female. Easily knocking the feeble pregnant fae to the side with a powerful swing of her rump the hellion set upon the male, chomping up his legs and biting at his neck to cause blood to thickly stain the fur on his chest. Once she had the male weakened, panting and unable to stand let alone drag himself to comfort his trembling mate she turned on the shivering intruder.
Despite the dumb breeder bitch's yelping pleas, Wamika threw herself so her chest slammed against the opposing fae's swollen side to knock her over. Left paw pinning the smaller female by the left shoulder the right clawed deeply along the pregnant wolf's ribs and belly, marking where her precise incision would be. Jaws open wide Wamika tore into the sobbing she-wolf's belly, blood and visceral matter sticking to her face while the dumb bitch's mate cried for mercy. That's just what Wamika was doing though or rather that's how she saw it. The newly developed bundles of joy were soft and buttery. It took the cattle prod to get her away from the slaughter she enjoyed. Neighborhood strays were introduced not too long afterwards and were easy, boring kills. The constant barrage of being an expected gladiator was exhausting over time and soon enough Wamika's only wish was to be free.
One night new humans raid the place. Animals were being taken from their holding pens and placed in small crates, to where she had no intention of finding out. As soon as a human had gone to release her and attempt to move her, Wamika crushed their wrist with her fangs before bolting for the open door. She didn't stop running until the smoke and the lights were long behind her, nothing but stars and trees surrounding her finally. Muttering to the air and softly voicing her concerns to an invisible entity the crazed she-beast wandered off in search of answers in the dark.
Wamika has no idea just how long she roamed the world in such a state or, for that matter, how long she had been held prisoner to those humans. Fever dreams, sleep paralysis, and paranoia kept the anguished loner moving onward. She couldn't feed herself and would hardly sleep. Only run from the past and try to find something, anything familiar. All around here the strange land shifted into a thick forest with new scents to assault her olfactory sense. Shadowed phantoms surrounded her which led her to stumbling across a red hued wolf curled up in her path to which she tried to attack, yet her muscle coordination had become so poor that all she could do was press the front of her teeth against one of the startled male's shoulders. At that moment something rather unpleasant and sharp stabbed into the right side of her nose, giving her a permanent scar to be left as a permanent reminder about the dangers of displeasing hummingbirds. The lady cried out and crumpled to the ground with the last of her energy spent as she rubs her bleeding nose urgently with her paws. In between that time is rather hazy for her after Naveen found her and vouched for her, urging the Au'Dar pack to take in the stray in need.
It was a long month of healing. The Healers did all they could, they'd never seen anything like it before. Wamika wasn't able to run and could only move to go outside to relieve herself, mumbling under her breath, eyes rolling around in the back of her skull as a caretaker would guide her back to a resting spot near the Den-site, guarded of course. Naveen would visit her every so often. He brought her food and he sang to her which would soothe any agitated fits the she-wolf would erupt into. Not that she was violent towards any of the wolves, but sometimes she would get startled, yelping and scrambling to get away from anyone near her until she had backed herself against the rocky wall. Other times she would turn on her painful, scarred wrist and reopen the old wound with her unforgiving teeth.
One day she was able to sit up unattended and even rose to greet the Healers, head dipped and tail tucked submissively to show she meant no harm. She was able to raspily thank them for their help and the she-wolf vowed to return the pack's kindness. Wamika began going on walks with Naveen, and a guard, or a swim to help build her muscle mass from the scrawny seventy pounds that she was. Fast forward a couple months and she's racing Naveen around the fields and the woods, swimming upstream with him. Ever grateful to the Shepherd she begged him to request an audience with the Centurion for her. It was granted under many a watchful eye and the outsider stated that she wished to help them hunt down boar for the season in order to feed the pack and acquire pelts. The hunt only showed off how much stronger Wamika had gotten as she easily fell a couple of boars on her own with intense savagery. Only the best for the generosity from the Au'Dar.
This helped secure her paw in the door on her way towards pack membership after she continued to hunt and do small tasks for the pack. She was warned that one wrong move and she was out, which relaxed after she met her tafa and became an official Au'Dar. Being instructed not to tell those beyond the Au'Dar pack that she's not born into their ways, she happily embraces her new life. Wamika stayed away from the Den-site for the most part at first, preferring the woods. She then would begin to doze near Naveen on the outskirts of the Citadel before finding herself inching towards the Warriors. An impressive group to be sure and one she certainly looked up to. Requesting and being approved for Apprenticeship for the next handful of months, she graduated in rank not too long after finding herself a tafa and proving herself in the appropriate rank trial. Wamika has been a Warrior for only a month.
Staff Tag: @bri
