 At first glance, you would not expect dark deeds from this lupess; indeed, she seems perfectly friendly and personable. A rich, deep golden in color with slightly more yellow highlights along her throat, belly, and the underside of her tail, with deep blue eyes and an athletic but feminine build, she is a moderately attractive and bright lupess. She smirks, looking you over thoughtfully before skirting around you, examining every inch of you with a nearly predatory look in her eye. Intriguing. She stretches, languidly, and brushes past you, disappearing into the woods, and everything seems normal except for the quiet edge of fear you feel creeping into your chest.... [Links]
Name: Xajaline |
:Estella:
:Mealstra: [Friends]
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Estella, the lead warrior of her pack, didn't have much time to waste with pregnancy. She stayed on the front lines within weeks, and was back on her paws after a few days. It wasn't that she was an unwilling mother, or that she wasn't fond of her children--indeed, she was incredibly proud of them, and they were the mark of her devotion to her mate, Crowe. It was just that hers was a war-faring, violent pack, and there wasn't much room for leisure and break-taking in the defensive line. The twins learned young how to stay out of their mother's way and follow orders. They were close, from their birth; they seemed to think and move in unison sometimes, always aware of each other's actions, able to finish each other's sentences. There were variations in personality, but these complemented each other nicely. Xajaline had a slightly exotic look to her, standing out against the muted, solid colors that marked her pack. Her parents decided on an exotic name for her to reflect that, one which somehow was reminiscent of the desert. She grew alongside her stormy-named twin Mealstra, and enjoyed a life of play-fighting and strategic games of hide and seek. Their childhood carried on without much difficulty or excitement until one night, when their mother came to them, holding back tears and looking angrier than they'd ever seen her. They crept from their hiding place, looking utterly confused as Estella urged them away from home. "Mother, where's Daddy?" Xaja asked, tentatively. Estella would not answer. They travelled for many days, without explanation from their mother. They pieced it together for themselves, throughout the months that followed. The pack had been ambushed, and a slaughter had ensued; Crowe had been killed and Stella, realizing that there was little chance of holding the pack through the night, had fled. The pack was destroyed behind them. There was no way to go back. None of the three ever talked about it. The pups moved into a path of wood far from their homeland. It had recently been through a fire, and seemed largely deserted. They learned over time that it was the border between two warring packs, and despite its unfortunate placement, they stayed there, having no better place to be. Stella had no aversions to violence. Not unlike their old pack, the pack whose borders they lived on was ambushed in the night. Stella rose up to battle the first wave of spies as best she could, holding them off until the warriors could arrive, hating to be witness to a massacre. The pups hid, and watched as their mother was slaughtered in battle. Then the enemy scooped up the pups, and took to the trees to steal them. Everything was confused for a moment. There was a conflict, that neither pup could see. Then there was utter darkness. When she awoke, Xaja was lying in a make-shift hospital, being looked over by strangers. She would later be inducted into that pack and trained as a warrior, and it wouldn't be until well into her adolescence that she learned her sister was on the opposing side--and by then, she wouldn't care. [Adolesence]
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