Fable | Sanzin Zero

Name: Fable (Fay-bll)
--Nicknames: Fay, Little Skunk
Age: 8 Months
Gender: She-wolf
Sexuality: Unknown (likely bi)
Pack: Sanzin
Rank: Zero

Small in size and relatively unnoticable in social situations, Fable is a girl who tends to be invisible unless sought out. Shorter than most, she often has to peer up at those around her and hope to not be trampled by all the wolves bigger than herself. Though, her shortness results more from her small torso, while her legs are actually relatively long. Covered from head to toe in a light-cedar color of fur, her pelt is covered in markings ranging from a trio of colors: off-white cream, muted auburn, and a darker brown. Many of her somewhat longer-furred features are tufted with off-white and auburn fur, but there are a few locations, such as a singular front paw and the tip of her tail, where patches of darkness come through. Two small stripes line the bridge of her muzzle and her chin, and nearly-white freckles adorn her face and her hind-quarters. But more to her uniqueness, a relatively long-furred mane tops her head and flows both forward and backwards, forward in a thinner slope along one side of her muzzle, and backwards to end at her mid-back. Many visible scars dot her pelt on her legs and shoulders, as well as two on one brow above a pair of lake-blue orbs.

Height: 27"
Weight: 68 lbs.
Build: Smaller wolf, not a lot of muscle, thin and slender torso with longer legs, somewhat thicker back legs.
Fur Length: Mostly a mixture of short and medium.
Fur Colors: Sandy-cedar brown, dark brown, pale auburn, off-white
Fur Markings: Bi-colored tipped ears, cheek fluff, elbow tufts, and legs. Light nose bridge, stripe on chin, chest, and stomach. Tri-colored striped tail, a single dark brown paw, and pale freckles on face and hind legs.
Eye Color: Lake blue, darker around the edges
Nose Color: Nearly-black brown
Scars: Two on left brow, decent amount of others on all legs, three on left shoulder.
Quirks: Slightly tufted large ears, mane, smaller nose, long torso
Distinguishing Features: Mane, freckles, striped tail, big ears
Strengths: Speed, flexibility, small spaces
Weaknesses: Strength, intimidation, combat

When everyone and everything seems to be against you from a young age, how else would you expect to grow except to become a spiked shell of a teen? A long-legged ball of anger and emotion, Fable is just about as easy to read as an open magazine in a waiting room. Hardly ever able to hold in what she is feeling, her face is in a constant state of range and expression, oftentimes holding a furrowed brow, a narrowed gaze, and a frown. Growing up in a world of both violence and expectation, as well as favoritism for the strong and disdain for the weak, she was born holding the short end of the stick. And she is aware of this fact. But while she very clearly does not enjoy this way of life, despite her relatively young age, she almost seems to accept that this is what she has. Just as growing into adulthood is difficult for all teens, Fable is stuck between a rock and a hard place: she believes that she deserves what she gets, for that is what she was born for (or at least this is what she is told), but she still attempts to fight against “what she deserves”. It never actually gains her anything favorable, but a head as hard as stone tops that little body.

Against her small stature and emotional mentality, this young girl has become surprisingly tough in terms of what she can take. Emotional abuse, verbal abuse, physical abuse, she has felt it all at least once. No matter how many times she is thrown to the ground and stepped on, she still finds a way to stand back up. Truthfully, no one knows why she continues to stand when she knows what will come when she does. Hell, even she doesn’t know why she keeps going. But she does. Perhaps shes just too stubborn to ever fully let herself fall.

Somewhat unpredictable in her ways, honesty and retaliation come naturally to her, as well as outbursts that are often unnecessary. Quick to snap and never one to hold back her thoughts when it comes to opinions, its honestly a surprise she isn’t dead yet. This sort of acting comes at a heavy price when she finally meets anyone who holds good intentions towards her, for she automatically assumes that everyone that willingly interacts with her is out to get her. There are VERY few exceptions to this, but it takes a very long time for someone to prove themselves trustworthy to her, and even then, everything is taken with a grain of salt. Anyone can tell you anything to make you feel better. Just as anyone can stab you in the back.

While externally Fable is the definition of angsty and rebellious, what no one else sees is the broken pup who wanted to live her life doing what she loves, but was never given the chance. Her emotional range does not only consist of anger and rage; it never shows, but on the inside she is hard on herself and has more self-doubt than could ever realistically fit in her small body. She longs for the life of a “normal” wolf pup, one where you play with your siblings, explore your territory, learn from the adults about the world, have hobbies. To make genuine friends who care for you, to be able to hold precious gifts from others without them being torn from your possession. Or even the life of a loner, the life of freedom and self-reliance. One where you choose your own company, should you want any. A life where you can do whatever you want without being judged or punished.

But alas, such is not the life of this small, Sanzin-born she-wolf.

Strengths: Resilience, striking nerves, speaking her opinion, showing (most) of her emotions openly, always cautious of others
Weaknesses: Always assumes everyone is out to get her, pushes away anyone friendly, staying quiet, true confidence, happiness
Likes: Collecting things, alone time, swimming, stargazing, flowers, small objects, sweet scents and tastes
Dislikes: Crowded places, earning new scars, being ridiculed, the smell of wolf blood, large-scale battles, having to fight, being around pups/others her age
Hobbies: Stargazing, she collects objects like shiny stones, seashells, pretty plants, ect. They give her comfort.
Quirks: Ears fold back when annoyed, tail lashes when she is angry, entire butt lowers to the ground when she is afraid
Fears: Death, living her whole life as a puncing bag
Goals: Live and escape

Mother: Irel - Queen of Clubs
Father: Ulthem - King of Diamonds
Siblings: Ammet (Male 8 of Diamond), Senna (Female 6 of Club)
Extended Family: ---
Birthplace: Sanzin territory

Like many within the Sanzin, the litter between Irel, Queen of Clubs, and Ulthem, King of DIamonds, was not one of love or family. Despite the already large population of wolves within their ranks, it seems there is always room for youngsters, or in other words, even more soldiers. Irel and Ulthem were nearly complete opposites in personality. But, much to the approval of their leads, they focused more on genetic potential than they did on relation.

Three pups resulted from the joining of the two. The largest and first born was a male, a rather stocky one at that (which automatically gained him favor), of whom was named Ammet. The middle-born was a female, relatively average in size if not the tiniest bit muscular, which they decided to name Senna. And finally there was the runt, quite smaller than the other two, leggy if nothing else, and honestly kind of pathetic; this one was named Fable. From the start there was no cherishing or nurturing towards this litter, for Irel only nursed them until they were just starting to be weaned before she returned to her duties, and Ulthem never bothered; they weren’t walking and talking, so they weren’t his concern. But once the pups did grow, there was a sort of system that took place, one that had a great flaw. Irel and Ulthem agreed that they would not parent together, they were not mates, and they would share this burden equally. In their minds, this meant that they both would get to “claim” a pup who would fall under their wing. Ulthem, of course, chose his son who was much like himself from a young age. Irel chose Senna, for she was built for the hunt just as her mother was. This system could have worked, had it not been for the third.

Mother had chosen her prodigee, and father had chosen his favorite. It seemed that there was no room for another chosen child. So Fable was cast aside, her small size seem as unfavorable, if not useless. Throughout those middle-ground months of small growth spurts and emotional confusion, Fable was, both literally and figuratively, tossed to the wolves. While she was and still is but a Zero within the pack, she still is often treated as though she were a Joker instead, used as a punching bag many times by multiple of her peers. Hardly any food, no warmth to sleep against at night, no help when she was thrown to the ground as another wolf her age grew in rank, using her as their promotion ticket.

With a life such as the one she was given, its no wonder she turned out to be so emotionally unstable. Though, to her credit, while Fable was far from the child that Irel or Ulthem wanted, she still became a Sanzin wolf nonetheless. Her temper, her rebellious nature, her snappy jaw, all of it came naturally. One may have thought she would become just a meek and shy-away pup, but no, she in fact adopted the personality of her pack. This did not gain her any sort of credit, but it still happened.

In the more recent times of her life, as she is slowly growing into her young adult phase, intrusive thoughts of anxiety, depression, longing, belonging, all of it has begun to plague her. In the quiet and dark nights where she finally earned a break from her packmates, she had come to develop a set of hobbies, hobbies she would likely be made fun of for or denied if anyone knew about them, such as stargazing and collecting things she found along the beach. She had even made herself a little hideout in some large boulders one wouldn’t assume to check. She spends a lot of time at this place, doubting her life, her personality, her home. Countless times she has sat on those boulders, looking at the sky and wishing she were different. But she always finds herself brought back, back to the home she hates with the personality she hates more. But once you have lived and thought for one way for so long, its hard to believe that change is possible.