&&.Misery
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&&.Name;; Silent Misery
&&.Gender;; Female
&&.Age;;5
&&.Pack;; D R A C U L A N
&&.Physical Description;;
Misery is a concoctions of three separate hues that dye her relatively lean figure. This Canadian Timber she-wolf is not in any manner large of stature if anything her growth is actually stunted and she barely reaches two feet in height which, though is not uncommon for a female, she finds it gives males some silent indication that she can be easily demeaned. If her statuette was an easel it would have first been slathered with beige, a light taupe pelage that is slightly mangy and disheveled. This dye progress further along her backside where it then darkens and the pigment of her fur becomes an indecisive russet that is splinted with stubborn white hairs. Ebony fur then strides along her spinal column and ascends to the zenith of her cranium and where it then resorts to auburn and then tawny once more. Her eyes are duel colored, mismatched from birth. Her right eye is a crystalline blue, nearly transparent in an uncanny way and she is completely blind on this side. She had been able to see from this eye until she was scarred into exile. A long misshapen scar runs the length from her brow and the continues on until it reaches the corner of her blackened lips. Her left eye is perfectly fine, a waxed green colorant had been applied. Her fur sags a bit and has lost its luster and she is not at all considered a beautiful she-wolf.
&&.Mental Description;;
Misery knows very little attention from other wolves other then negativity which she will quickly and unremittingly respond to with violence. Hate is said to be a strong word but in her case there is no word that even borders the sentiment that inhabits her blackened soul. She loathes anything that is male and give them as hard a time as she can possibly distribute without jeopardizing her position within the ranks. Detrimental and vehement she will do as she pleases and lusts after nothing. Misery also has a thing for pups. And by thing I mean to imply she will kill them if she is able. A constant terror to lurk within she is more likely to provoke a mutiny then to rebel alone. A sneaky, devious she-wolf the likes of which is most insufferable and your tolerance is much more likely to run dry before you even gain a name from her. Her demeanor is constantly in flux never remaining the same for long. Plagued with grotesque memories that are cited whenever she stares at her own reflection. She likes nothing better then to indulge herself in a males life force finding it somehow sates her malice. She is a hellion among hellions.
&&.Kin;;
Dark Symphony-[sister]
&&.Mate/Pups;;
Misery conceived three pups that she killed, two females and a single male.
&&.History;;
A meandering female all by her lonesome? Need more be said about the history of Misery? If yes then the rest is inscribed in her memories, burned and scarred tissue refusing to close a bleeding wound that will never close. Like many wolves her heritage lies within the Carpathian mountains, shunned by the lucidity to lurk within the lipid darkness. Misery did not have adequate social standing within her pack not to be subjugated to constant insults and inappropriate not to mention uncivil treatment.
She and her sister were often the butt if you will, of everyone’s jokes and it was a rare occasions when either of them received positive attention. The foulness of their living conditions was nearly unheard of and they were not the only two set into this purgatory of family ties.
The reigning alphas were merciless tyrants that didn’t exert themselves unless it was the entertainment’s sake. Neither the male nor the female stood up to quell this relentless torment; actually, they were present on a dozen occasions if not more and laughed at the grotesque novelty of their predicament.
Misery and her sibling, Symphony dared to object, their protests were not only ignored but they were reprimanded harshly for speaking up.
They learned that remonstrations were prohibited to those whose ranks were higher then their own. They were not prisoners of war. Oh on the contrary their father was and mother were among the pack and though for two years they couldn’t fathom their birth parents being within the clan of wolves, they never made the deduction that their mother wasn't an insubordinate or loners but actually the alpha females mate.
The alpha male’s clandestine affair was shrouded by shadows and two years past in their attempt to decipher the crime being committed. In the events that transpired afterwards it became apparent that they had been less then thorough about masking their probing endeavors and the reigning male began to increase their torture until there was not a day they did not return to their confinements with fresh bruises and wounds.
Symphony was much more assertive, her derisive idiom often invoking more hostility and brutality then necessary but it its happenstance it also diverted their attention from her sibling.
It had gotten to the point where they’d broken Symphony’s left hind leg three times. The third being the one that never healed. Ever since that Symphony’s gait was unsteady due to her limp, she had lost a great amount of mobility in that side and fur wouldn’t grown to cover the scarred tissue that had generated to close her wounds.
Unable to remain silent any longer Misery interrupted a clan meeting a dire mistake that she would later regret. She spoke her mind, informed the pack of the ill tidings as well as the alpha’s deceptions and for once they listened to her words without their jeers and without their comments.
But this was short-lived as was the life of her sibling. They did not believe her in the least. They’d remained silent and had done so for the duration of her speech until she’d finished. The alpha hadn’t defended himself against anything and Misery as well as Symphony had been perplexed as to why.
Apparently he’d spoken to them before this event and told them that they were planning to say such and if they did…
Yes. Symphony and Misery were once more subjugated but to a torment neither of them could perceive. The two sisters were raped in the clearing and in the process of this violation each was given a distinct scar to blind their right eyes. Even more so their father was the first to take Misery.
Symphony having taken more beatings and violence didn’t last the night and soon died.
The pack had deserted her and moved along leaving them be. Misery’s resilience is worth her weight in food for she survived. But a pregnant female is very unlikely to make enough successful hunts and she found herself starving most of the time. She gave birth to three pups, surprisingly healthy but she rejected them immediately. They would remind of the event that had taken her sister and even more infuriating was that the probability of her father’s pups being her own disgusted her. She dispatched the day old cubs within the first six hours after giving birth and moved on with a heavy heart and a vengeful willpower.
&&.Role-play Sample;;
A fine line separates truth from lies but that line is nearly invisible to the eye to behold. So many lies strung together can excogitate a truth more delicious then the reality we struggle to thrive in. But what of those that dreamed their lives away, drowning themselves in a corrosive realm where the serenity of their existence is too inviting to refuse and then the genocide and war would arrive.
No life not even ones sanctified by the gods above can escape turmoil and barbarity. But they can only try. Do as they should and learn to live with it. But even through the strife they continue dreaming, willing their reverie to encompass them once more and allowing them that fictional freedom. But no matter the prayers spoken in their futile hopes to restore that unsubstantial balance they will forever be unanswered.
It doesn't pay to dream unless action swiftly follows. A somber contour shifting her weight from side to side was neither feral like those whose blood ran through her veins, nor was she insane beast the way those that had educated her. Or was she?
These careless creatures trust their faiths to such an extreme it becomes an obsession. Addicted to the daydreams they suffered and then to discover everything could so easily be snatched out of their grasps. She was no exception. The vivacious figure being illuminated by the stream of light whether it be moon or sun showered through the boughs of the forest and exposed her for what she was. The canine contour meandering skeptically through the woodland area was in fact a wolf.
Amber nose was pressed to the earth, hovering less then an inch over the earth as she inhaled the floral scent of the wilderness she'd grown up in. Ears flapped frequently to swat away the pestering nats that continuously nipping at the sensitive lobes. The eerie hoots of a barn owl caused the appendages to revolve before flattening completely against her cranium as she proceeded through the diaphanous forestation.
&&.Codeword(s);; T'siver lodae
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&&.Silent Misery
C o u n c i l M e m b e r
She who brings the bloody rain |
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