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Post by pesty on Jul 22, 2021 18:42:12 GMT
The robust woman awaits her fellow Warrior Garde's decision. He certainly makes no move to get in between herself and his foolish little brother nor does he have any scornful words towards their new leader. In fact, Onyx remains as a statue which solidifies the side that this man has chosen and he's chosen wisely. She still keeps a watchful eye on him even as his younger sibling incites a tirade from the incensed Akala. Wamika isn't about to allow anyone to get too close to their Centurion unless the dark empress herself chose to move within their space. There's no remorse or softness to be found in Mika's pale gaze. Only confidence and pride knowing that the Au'Dar pack will finally be lifted to the pedestal of power and respect that they all so rightfully deserve. Poe flutters down from the tree's branches above to land on the Warrior Garde's broad hips and begin combing her beak through Mika's thickly furred haunches, eyes jealously fixating themselves on the rest of the pack surrounding the grisly scene. The albino raven would have no issue in launching herself at someone's eyeballs should they move offensively. Those pearly feathers ruffle up so the raven can make herself appear larger than she actually is, feeling the need to puff up in the heat of the moment.
After the Centurion's words, Wamika could see the disdain from Jet as well as the wary steps the Anima starts to take. Silver has always been the wisest and wasn't going to be foolish by trying to make a scene like her hasty brother. At the lady's words, Wamika bows her head respectfully, for she still looks up to Silver. "Of course, Anima. There'll be no further need for bloodshed." she'd keep the pups in line if need be. Akala shouldn't have to overexert herself by dirtying her paws all over after erasing that weak coward to only be known in Au'Dar history now. Feeling no need to voice an answer as her actions speak for her the large woman glances at Onyx again and still he remains as a statue with unspoken understanding. Clearly another wise sibling among that litter. He accepts the evolution developing within the Au'Dar pack. A renewed wave of respect rolls through her and she feels so comfortable as to take her eyes off of Onyx to observe his younger brother, Jet, slinking off with his tail tucked between his legs. Perhaps that one and a handful of others would simply need time to adjust to these new changes in leadership. If they took too long they could always be chased off or all together extracted from this world to join the ex-Centurion in Au'Dar's history.
She steps aside to allow the rest of the pack to voice their choices and opinions, those she would allow for words are simply that; words. Should any of them move aggressively towards Akala they'd be body rushed by the female Warrior Garde, just chomping at the bit to release the primal instincts from her past so tightly infused with blood. Now that's not to say that Mika isn't without a soft spot here or there. Nav especially so, he has been a dear friend to her and even something akin to a brother. He looked absolutely horrified at the scene, then again the Shepherd Garde has always been vocal about how he feels about violence so perhaps he too would need time to adjust. At least they had him to look after the Tafa which are so sacred and integrated within the Au'Dar way. Another of the pack's Shepherd Garde steps forth to make their decision known and she can feel the tension ebbing away from her body as Poe continues to groom Mika's thick fur. The balance has shifted and is settling down in place, all of the pieces of the puzzle were coming together impeccably.
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Post by pesty on Jul 6, 2021 17:38:39 GMT
She tried, she tried her damned hardest to feel settled and at ease with all of these tree-hugging wolves and their quirky creature companions. They took her in, claimed her as one of their own and have been teaching her their ways. No matter what she did or what nice things Naveen or Silver said to her. Wamika just doesn't fit in. There's just been something missing this entire time that she's been with the pack...nothing made sense until she had a private conversation with Akala. That woman could rule the world as far as Wamika is concerned. The opposing she-wolf pointed out the painful obvious fact that this pack was weak. They let everyone trod all over them and jealously guard their forest without taking much action when it's needed. Now is certainly the time for action with the winds of change blowing across the Au'Dar territory. She could hear it this very fine morning, already awake and restlessly on patrol, when the snarls and cries sounded. Akala had made it all so clear to the robust woman. There must be an uprising in order to bring power back to the Au'Dar and they'll all be reborn, bathed in the blood of the useless Centurion. Wamika exhales a cloud of excitement as her ears and tail rise up while she bolts towards the unfolding chapter of freedom and strength for the pack.
Rushing across a grassy gnoll she quickly comes upon the scene, deftly taking her place in the rotating circle of Warrior Garde. Her pale eyes stare luridly at Akala as the she-wolf fights for control, fights to rid the Au'Dar of that weak old fool holding them all back from the start. If any other pack wolves get too close or pushy, Wamika doesn't hesitate to physically reprimand them by biting into a shoulder or leg with a snarl to give the battling wolves plenty of room. The ensuing bloodshed thrills the large woman as it fills her senses with the promise of better things to come. She doesn't fret when the old man seemingly gets the upperhand, has the budding Empress grounded. Wamika doesn't utter a word as she watches on and inwardly wills the struggling female to rise up, to take her rightful place. When Akala indeed finds the strength to push herself forward in a feverish haze of sheer willpower Wamika cannot help but let loose a short bark of excitement and approval. Yes...yes, this is what was missing. Having a proper leader, one strong enough to fight for them all and make those difficult decisions to guide them. Akala was the missing piece of the puzzle the entire time right under the Warrior Garde's nose. Up above in the safety of a tree the ghostly raven named Poe beadily observes the scene down below, every so often glancing over the Tafa of the bloody wolves. With a confident motion Poe takes flight from her perch, swooping over the pandemonium to alight on a branch near the vulture. She lifts her head and parts her beak with her feathers prickling up, a raven's show of meaning no harm. As long as the vulture allowed the smaller avian to remain by his side she would enjoy the view of the rising sun in the bleak morning.
It was over the moment the rising star got up to take the Centurion down. The words that the victor utters illicit further excitement from Wamika who raises her tail as pride swells within her. This feels right. The balance of power has shifted to one who can truly lead. Finally, finally...she feels that she belongs. The Au'Dar is now a pack well suited for a wolf with Wamika's background. She can serve them better than before, she can serve Akala. Wamika remains firm in the ring with the other Warrior Garde and is swift to block anyone trying to go after their rightful new leader with ill will or malicious intent. The large woman notes that Nuala is nowhere to be seen and she inwardly hopes the little miss didn't get herself into any trouble. They had gotten along once upon a time and could have been friends. Now there's a rift dividing the pack between those who supoort Akala, those who helplessly submit to her and then the strays dumb enough to defy the new alpha. Examining the rest of the pack she sizes up their expressions and body language, not allowing any of them to get too close to herself in order to maintain a respectful distance from Akala.
Jet stares in horror at the mangled remains of what was their Centurion. They couldn't even honor him with a proper Au'Dar burial ceremony at this point, there's nothing but torn flesh and some chunks of fur among broken bones. The young Warrior feels his stomach churn so he has to turn away from the grisly scene to follow the bloody paw prints leading up to that damned traitor. This was against everything the peaceful Au'Dar practiced within their way of life. Such disregard for not only another's life, but their physical vessel that carries them with their Tafa in this world...unforgivable. He feels rage bubbling from his stomach now to fill his chest and force a snarl out of his clenched jaws as he lunges. "I'll never call you Centurion, you--" the over eager fighter is cut short, winded as his fellow Warrior Garde, Wamika, is swift to stop him in his tracks by slamming her shoulder into his stomach after coming in from below his lunging position. Loki chitters scoldingly before rushing to his wolf to get between Jet and Wamika with an agitated squeal. Jet coughs and rolls off to the side, hitting up against a rock which causes him to wince and glare at the larger she-wolf who raises her tail with a leer at him. Scrambling to get up he raises his hackles at Wamika before growling loudly to his brother, Onyx, with urgency. "This isn't right, we have to stop them, brother!"
Brows raising in some surprise she gives a bored glance over her shoulder to the usually silent man called Onyx. Would he dare to get in the way next after his squirrely brother? Wamika may have allowed him to follow and guard her when she first started off in the pack, there was a time she would even have taken orders from Onyx. Such times were now in the past with their new order coming into play. Tail flagging the sky she braces her shoulders and hips in case she needs to dodge either one of the troublesome brothers, still tensely waiting to know the opposing male's stance on the matter at hand. She'll have no issue putting both of these fools in their places. They shouldn't dare try to waste their alpha's time. Instead, they'll have to put up with Mika.
He'd been out early with Raphael allowing some of the gentle young Tafa early morning play. Once things started to go south from the sounds of things and the iron filled scent of blood on the wind the Shepherd Garde urgently coaxes the Tafa back within the Citadel and makes certain they all are well hidden before taking his leave. Naveen almost wished he had stayed in the Citadel rather than witness the fall of the Centurion. Turning his head away in despair he swiftly finds Silver and young Flora with a shiver, touching his muzzle to theirs in need of some comfort while greeting them. "I...I fear for the future. This was too violent, this...this won't be an act the spirits will take lightly. I can't be here right now...I-I'll be with the Tafa." he would seek solace within his duties to try to avoid his disturbed thoughts. Wamika has clearly sided with the infernal Akala and he was the one who introduced her to the pack. What curse had he brought upon them? Naveen's eyes sting as he glances one last time over the remains of what had been the Centurion, refusing to look at the one who massacred him. Returning to the Citadel he couldn't make sense of the attack. Why couldn't they have just left, started their own? Why absolutely destroy the Royal Family line? It was the sacred tie that held the Au'Dar, made them whole. Now they were all broken. Through his sniffles as he tries to assuage his own tears he can detect a familiar scent--Nuala had gone this way instead of into the pandemonium. With urgency he clears his throat and calls the Tafa over, having them stampede and roll around to cover the she-wolf's trail with their own scents. Some of the critters play while others warily find plant matter to chow down on. Even the Tafa were uneasy with the blanket of dismal foreboding covering the Au'Dar territory.
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Indra
General Information Alias(es): Indy Gender: Female Age: Two Pack: N/A Rank: Loner Scent: smoky with sandalwood undertone Playlist: here
Appearance Any scars, patterns, missing limbs, etc. not shown in the image
Reputation + Personality Your character's reputation and personality. What are they known for, feared for, rumors, etc. about your character. What are they like, their likes, dislikes, etc.
History Your character's past
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Jet
General Information Alias(es): J Gender: Male Age: Four and a half Pack: Au'Dar Rank: Warrior Garde
Tafa Information (For Au'Dar only) Name: Loki Species: Giant River Otter Other: Loki forced his way into Jet's life when the then young Apprentice Warrior ventured into the Citadel with the other young wolves to find his Tafa. He was hoping for a hawk, or even a raven; but Jet was disappointed when this rambunctious otter began to follow him around and quite persistently. Loki is a pushy creature and is a voracious eater. He doesn't take kindly to anyone messing with his food, or his tail.
Appearance A constellation pattern of oval scars on his left shoulder from a failed porcupine hunt as an overtly ambitious yearling.
Reputation + Personality Headstrong and stubborn mostly make up the Warrior Garde who won't back down from a challenge. The first to hurl himself in battle he pinpoints the most obvious threat to target right off the bat. This means that Jet has a terrible habit of biting off more than he can chew which often lands him in hot water. His mouth acts before his mind can filter much of what he says and leaves an incredibly frustrated Jet to do damage control. Despite being such a hot head he truly cares for the Au'Dar and would do anything to keep their enemies from getting past him. You'll have to get through Jet to get anywhere near the pack. Jet loves to go out on patrol or follow along and guard a fellow pack member. He's also a good swimmer and is often seen swimming alongside his impish Tafa when not on stern duty. Feeling that he's been cast in his big brother's shadow, Jet has become increasingly competitive towards Onyx to the point of rivalry.
History Noteworthy blood relatives- both parents were Au'Dar Warrior Garde Parents: Hephaestus ♂ & Hestia ♀ Siblings: Onyx ♂, Mercury ♂ & Silver ♀
As the second born in his litter he felt immense pride to be in such a large litter of promising Warrior Garde wolves. No doubt they would all follow in the pawsteps of their parents. Jet was a wily pup, always romping after his siblings for rough housing or antagonizing an adult wolf to chase him. He had to be put in his place more than a few times by his parents, or even the Centurion at the time. Having looked up to his parents he wanted to be just like them. Nothing but the Warrior Garde rank would do for Jet and he swore to himself repeatedly that he would exile himself if he were given anything less. When his time for Apprenticeship came he was given the coveted Apprentice Warrior rank. Jet looked up and down the line of his siblings, chest swelling with pride...only to deflate when he realizes that his beloved sister is going an entirely different path. Crestfallen he felt the beginning of a somber chapter for their young adult lives.
Jet became bitter and angry much of his adolescence. He blamed the gods for taking Silver away along with their parents. More than anything, Jet hated competing with his big brother, Onyx. Always cast in the larger male's shadow, the little brother cannot help but feel insignificant in comparison to the stony, unmovable, unbreakable Onyx. Blinded by his need to be the best, Jet doesn't have time to think about a mate, or pups. Such ridiculous fantasies are for foolish romantics of which Jet most certainly is not.
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Kage
General Information Alias(es): None so far Gender: Male Age: Two Pack: None Rank: Loner
Appearance N/A
Reputation + Personality More often than not the hot-shot young male has to put his paw where his mouth is. He likes to tell tall tales and this lands him in trouble when he begins to weave a story. This bad habit stems from being lied to as a pup, only time will tell if it works its way out of him or remains a negative trait. That and nerves get the better of him so why not make something up to distract from the awful truth, or something he's hiding? The young man also tends to flirt it up although nobody should believe this virgin's love stories. If he gets called out or put on the spot, he stutters and does his best to make a hasty exit. For all of the hot air he blows, Kage is a brave wolf who won't hesitate to take charge in the situation should danger present itself.
History Parents: Unknown Siblings: Laike ♂
Kage's birth pack was not a loving group in the least. A straggled gathering of selfish rogues and cunning back stabbers, they had little room for affection or kind consideration for pups. The young ones had to scrape by for food as their mother grew bored of nursing them and did so to the bare minimum until a kind she-wolf who lost her entire littler decided to nurse them. Kage and his brother, Laike, were the only surviving pups from the litter of five, food was scarce despite their megalomaniac leader insisting things were just fine, engorging himself on what little stored meat they had or would continue to over-breed with whichever female he preferred. Not only did this exhaust and weaken the able she-wolves, it produced multiple failed offspring. Kage was only a year old when he decided he didn't want to be weak forever. After thanking his adoptive mother he left early in the morning to seek his fortune elsewhere.
He heard a tale that not too long afterwards the greedy rogue pack fell apart, abandoning the den-site. Having grown stronger by fighting coyotes and hunting medium sized prey the young male is in incredible condition given his harsh upbringing which gave him confidence to return to his birthing den to discover the fate of his adoptive mother. She had been abandoned and was withering away, taking rattling breaths as she, now a skeleton, gasped on the den floor. Her tail wagged at the sight of her adoptive son and Kage rushed to her, apologizing for abandoning her but Duchess wouldn't hear any of it. Insisting that he hush up she slowly explained to him that his father was never a member of the rogue pack, he had come from an established and well-to-do pack. Kage didn't care about that at the moment and he laid next to her and pressed the sides of their heads together, softly reminiscing of the wonderful days she had raised him until Duchess drew her last breath.
Having moved on and leaving that den site well behind him the young man has stumbled into new lands. The scents are alluring and he cannot wait to discover more about the aromas wafting from the woods he's been lurking around...
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Tristan
General Information Alias(es): Tris Gender: Male Age: Four Pack: Vertok Rank: Knight
Appearance He has minor scars from sparring and those are all covered up by his thick fur, you'd only notice them if you were grooming Tristan or napping next to him. Definitely on the larger side of the size charts.
Reputation + Personality Confidant and charismatic, he is a very outspoken wolf who isn't afraid to call others out on their bullshit. This is tempered with his good sense of humor as he never intends to come off as harsh, or strict, but he has his moments. Self-disciplined in training he doesn't take his rank lightly and strives to better his body for the pack. As such, Tristan is usually found on patrol, sparring or doing another sort of workout to maintain an active lifestyle. He loves going hiking through the mountains or exploring the local steppes and doesn't ever mind some company. A wolf with a heart of gold, he can never turn down a wolf in need. This can make him easy to manipulate if you know how to tug at his heartstrings. Just be careful if he ever finds out you're manipulating him. Tristan doesn't hold back on those who would betray him, or the Vertok. He's known very much to be a man of action.
History Noteworthy blood relatives-both parents were Vertok Knights Parents: Virgil ♂ (Mackenzie Valley Wolf) & Odette ♀ (Mackenzie Valley Wolf) Siblings: TBA [brother] ♂
Born from a small litter of two he was the oldest pup and enjoyed a loving puphood with his brother. Both of their parents were Vertok Knights and dutifully served the pack, proud to produce two healthy offspring to further their Knight lineage. From an early age he was fascinated with how the knights and hunters would train. He would mimic them when he wasn't playing rough with his brother. Once he became older Tristan would begin training with his parents. The young wolf would openly train with other pack members as well or simply go for a race around the mountain, wanting to better his body. One fine spring day he and his father decided to go for one of these extended races. Disaster struck halfway through when they came across two rogues looking to find a female from the Vertok pack. Tristan was barely over a year old and so his father, Virgil, ordered him not to get involved. The rogues fought dirty and Tristan tried to call out, to warn his father of the third rogue who appeared right behind him--only to watch in horror as the ambushing rogue body slammed Virgil off of the mountain, over the jagged side where he died upon impact down below.
Blinded by rage and anguish the young wolf threw himself at the laughing rogues who only beat him down, he did manage to scar all three of them though and quite significantly with his feverish revenge. Limping down the mountain trail he howled for help and his pack mates came. Odette, his mother, was beside herself with grief at the sight of Virgil, her mate of six years, lifeless. While she never blamed Tristan for his father's death, his brother most certainly did which caused a drastic rift between the two despite both being granted Knighthood within Vertok. Throwing himself into his training he sought the rogues out at the age of two and managed to kill all three with the help of his brother. A year later his mother passed away from old age and wished both of her sons to find peace with each other as well as happiness in life.
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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.
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Post by pesty on Jun 29, 2021 1:25:22 GMT
Naveen
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General Information Alias(es): Nav Gender: Male Age: Three Pack: Au'Dar Rank: Shepherd Garde Other: his scent is sage with tobacco and a touch of rose at the end Playlist: here
Tafa Information (For Au'Dar only) Name: Raphael ♂ Species: Hummingbird Other: A feisty little thing, Raphy is highly jealous of Naveen's attention with young tafa being the only caveat. They bonded while Naveen was an Apprentice Shepherd and had found a partially shredded nest in the wild woods surrounding the Au'Dar territory. No doubt the work of crows, or some other predatory bird. A feeble fledgling was all that remained, chest still puffing with the will to live even as a predator stood over him. Raphael lifted his head to show how sharp his long beak was and that was the only thing he could manage. Naveen slowly dropped to his belly to begin gently snorting the debris away from the fledgling with his nostrils, whiskers tickling the young hummingbird's face. He then howled for the Anima for help, not knowing what to do for the orphan. Raphael had succumbed to the stressful excitement and fell asleep during the gentle journey back to the Citadel for his healing process. The stubborn bugger wedged himself into a tight corner and didn't want anything to do with any of the tafa or the Au'Dar wolves. Except for Naveen. The rest, as they say, is history.
Appearance Height: 25in Weight: 43ibs Length: 3ft
Eyes: deep emeralds that hold another wolf's gaze with meaningful warmth and empathy. Rather long eyelashes that curl upward at the corners of his eyes which are outlined with black. Pelt: he's a creamy golden hue with some gray along the middle patterns and cinnamon red dusting his head, ears, shoulders, haunches and tail. Naveen's fur is very short. Scars: none yet. Physique: a lithe form with feminine hips and a foxy red hue to boot, Naveen is a rather pretty wolf although he's not aware of it. His frame is on the thinner side, but he doesn't look unhealthy and has lean muscle.
Reputation + Personality Naveen is a generous soul with a heart of gold and he always approaches others with a warm smile, ready to lend a helping paw. He's usually soft spoken and prepared to lend an ear, or a shoulder if anyone ever needs it. For an Au'Dar he is a rather trusting wolf. Being the target of bullying in the past he lets taunts and harsh words roll off his back with a sassy waggle of his hips, flicking his silky tail before trotting away. The mixed wolf has no time or energy for such negativity, he only wishes to spread joy and see the Au'Dar pack thrive. He's never been physical with another wolf and sometimes finds himself stumbling around a handsome male, so when he starts feeling giddy like that the shepherd shyly excuses himself before his blushing becomes obvious.
The slender wolf can often be found enjoying the sunshine or fussing over plenty of young tafa in the Citadel if he isn't out in the wilds seeking new tafa to return with. He guides them through adolescence with gusto and compassion, eventually leading them to the adult ranks for them to bond with a worthy Au'Dar. It's an honor for him to aid his pack in such a way and he's honored to work among those cute critters. Naveen isn't a fan of snakes, but he doesn't neglect them, not by a long shot! He just makes certain to limit his availability for reptiles in general. The cold emanating from their scales cuts right through his short fur. Cold weather also displeases Naveen, as do bullies. There's no place in his world for such nonsense and he's swift to speak up in order to shut it down. Force is a last resort for this peacekeeper.
Everyone in the Au'Dar knows that Naveen is happiest when he's singing, which is really everyday. Not much can get the mixed wolf down in the dumps. His melodious voice soothes rowdy tafas and puts the young ones into a sweet slumber. The only guaranteed time that the Shepherd won't sing is during the Voyage. He deeply worries for not only all of the tafa, but the wolves they leave behind who anxiously await their return...or with chilling realization, their permanent absence.
History Noteworthy blood relatives- father was an Au'Dar Warrior and his mother an Au'Dar Hunter Parents: Kellen ♂ (Red Wolf) & Shabanu ♀ (Arabian Wolf) Siblings: Jeriko ♂, Rinku ♂, Jasiri ♀ & Zanari♀ Cousins: Too many to list
Coming from the streamlined combination of the agile Arabian wolf and the elusive Red wolf, Naveen has always been teased for his rather feminine appearance however he took all of it in stride. Besides, only his siblings were allowed to pick on him. If anyone else began to bully the youngest of the litter then his siblings would rush in to punish them. Now as an adult he doesn't need to be fearful of adolescent taunts. Most certainly not among the regal Au'Dar pack. Born in the spring and the last of his litter, he was easily considered a runt although he was eager to play with the other pups. He was instantly curious of the adult wolves' tafa once he could open his eyes and became much more mobile, always seeking them out or playing with them on sight. The tafa were understandably gentle but firm with the energetic pup and as he grew he found he was drawn repeatedly to the outside of the Citadel in awe. It's inspiring to witness the way the Shepherds and the Anima guide the next generation of tafa. Nav was swift to scurry away, tail tucked, in case he was ever spotted, feeling as though he were intruding upon something ritual, something sacred.
It didn't take much for the adults in the pack to notice and begin to seek out the Anima to make mention of the yearling's interest in the Citadel's work. Not long after, Naveen found himself invited by a Mentor to begin his official Apprenticeship. That was the best day of his life, until he had found a bedraggled baby hummingbird among a wrecked nest. The best day of his life was finding his tafa, Raphael. Those two are inseparable and dutifully observe the Citadel's bustling world. No matter how much he enjoyed his newfound rank and calling in the pack, Naveen was crestfallen that his father never offered him praise. Instead Kellen would whisper low scorn about how "soft" his youngest son was. Never around the pack, usually under his breath with Naveen well within range. Once his mother, Shabanu, had been nearby and overhead with her wide ears. She set upon Kellen in a flash, her tafa (a skunk) fighting with Kellen's tafa (a garter snake) and it took the Centurion to break it up. The couple bowed to their leader and a heartbroken Naveen, then two years old, watched as his father took his tafa (who later abandoned the unworthy wolf) and storm away from the Au'Dar. Kellen snarled over his shoulder that Shabanu was no mate of his, Naveen was not of his blood, not now or ever. Shabanu chased Kellen out with a few of the bristled Au'Dar before pivoting on her heels to go and console her weeping son.
Nine months ago while he was out tafa hunting the slender male decided to nap after wandering a bit too far out. He was rudely awakened by the largest she-wolf he's ever seen and she wasn't happy to see him! Her teeth were on his shoulder and she kept screaming gibberish at him, making his hairs stand on end while he tried his best to get away from her without inciting further rage. Raphael acted quickly and dive bombed the big bully to spear her nose with his beak, making her squeal and release Naveen, pawing at her face urgently while hunkering down a quaking mess. Her ribs were showing and she looked gaunt all around. The female was panting and foaming at the mouth so he howled for aid, again rescuing a stray to return to the pack with. He couldn't do much for her but their Healers no doubt could. Naveen begged the Centurion to allow them to help this stranger, his heart couldn't turn away a soul in need. It was allowed begrudgingly at first. Now their lost and found stray is a member of the pack and a Warrior at that.
Roughly a year has gone by since Kellen abandoned the Au'Dar as well as all of his family. Time heals all wounds. Presently a full fledged Shepherd, Naveen focuses solely on his craft as well as bettering his bond with his pack mates. He is very close to the new Warrior Wamika, feeling responsible for her and even a bit of a brotherly bond. Most of his own siblings have dispersed to find their own way which is natural in the wolf world. There are plenty of brothers and sisters for him left in the pack still, Naveen cherishes each pack member and feels kindly towards them all. He would do anything for their happiness and well-being.
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