Pynthi && Female && Valkyr

[azil]

WHEN I AM QUEEN
Pynthi

I WILL INSIST
Four

WITH PERFECT SCARS
Female

UPON MY WRISTS
Valkyr

THAT EVERYTHING YOU ONCE HELD DEAR
Alpha Female


IS TAKEN AWAY FROM YOU
The base coloring of the babe is a dark chocolate, conforming over her slender features across her neck and spine, and dripping its delicate fingers into a gradient shade to her belly, where the wolf is a pale cream color. The lower half of her limbs mimic the hue of her stomach, aside from a smattering of hairs that beckon a darker color. Pynthi's skull is encased by a steel coloring, which graduates into the same chocolate that dons her body.

This lady bears a tall, slender figure, with gracefully sloping shoulders and an almost awkwardly long tail. Her muzzle protrudes from her face at a slightly off angle, making Pynthi appear as though she is in a perpetually poor mood. A glimmering, yet faded violet cast tints her eyes, almost unnoticeable aside from when the light hits her face just right. Most of the time, her eyes look to be only a slightly colored grey-purple, adding to her cruel exterior.

NOT A ONE WILL FALL FROM GRACE
click!

IF ALL THEIR HEARTS I COULD REPLACE
To call Pynthi a control-freak would be putting it lightly - exceptionally lightly. Her necessity for absolute command of her followers becomes clear from a first impression, with her harsh words and assertive body positioning, and when she feels as though her authority is defied, the girl will not hesitate to use the weapons that the good lord gave her. Her demands for worthy and loyal packmates is worryingly powerful, and when in the presence of the lady, Pynthi insists upon the most abashing of attitudes.

If things ever needed to be made worse, they certainly are by the extreme manner of paranoia and insanity that plague the dame's mind. She constantly feels as though she is being watched or berated, and responds in high-pitched shrieks without a thought as to what sort of creatures might be around to hear her.

Pynthi dishes out punishment without reserve, her method of such being rather cruel and unusual. Rather than give out any rank demotions, although that does happen on occasion, she will send her pack members alone out in hunt of some dangerous predator, oftentimes into the territories of other packs. If they come back alive, they are re-admitted into Valkyr without question. If they don't... well, she says there are always more where that came from.

BUT UNTIL THEN I'LL HAVE TO
Year One
• Born in June to Asal and Natai along with Tiaiv and Ileri
• Is judged by packmates for her obvious insanity
• Learns to hunt in October

Year Two
• Strongly discriminated against by her littermates
• Begins her controlling habits to avoid scrutiny
• Grows calloused and cruel at the lack of sympathy from her packmates

Year Three
• Becomes steadily more unfriendly and defiant
• It becomes clear that Pynthi loathes her sister, Ileri, for her ridicule
• She finally snaps, and murders her sister in her sleep
• Is exiled from the pack immediately

Year Four
• Comes across the lands of Kyrkja
• Stumbles across the Valkyr pack, and demands acceptance
• Is promoted to beta by her apparent loyalty
• Challenges the alpha and succeeds, then banishing him and many of the members
• As alpha, decides that she will have ultimate power over all the lands of Kyrkja


DROWN, DROWN, DROWN MYSELF
Dusk was growing ever darker, the sun slowly sinking its brazen face over the mountain's peak, and casting the land in shadows. It was in the shadows that she was to birth new life to the wolves of Tor - life that was far more valued than most. The children of the shaman himself were on the way, and in the necessity for privacy, the charcoal female had slipped without noise into a den, unwilling to give away her status of possible weakness. It was now more than ever that she found herself vulnerable, and Jael was most certainly not a vulnerable creature. However, as her hide rippled noticeably beneath her sleek fur, it was far too obvious that the female would birth tonight. The pain was minute compared to what it might have been, and as she was of pure lines, her threshold was incredibly high, her face entirely stolid.

Now was time, and though she might later be punished for not informing Nivex of the arrival of his children, she did not call him. She was unwilling to raise the notice of her current state, so if the shaman was to witness the birth, he would have to seek her of his own will. And so it was, in the growing darkness, that Jael gave birth to three puppies, sired by the shaman.

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The frigid weather had taken a turn for the worst, and day by day, he had noticed the difficulty with finding anything that was not frozen to the core. He did not, of course, loathe such weather, but it could put a damper on things at times. Currently, the massive wolf had traveled to the lake, his intentions to see how iced-over the water had become. It was aggravating to realize that it was nearly frozen to the very bottom of the lake, and with a plainly irritated grunt, the albino wolf whirled away from the area, beginning to make his way back to the peak of the mountain, from where he would be able to see the state of the ocean. Something about the winters when the water was all peaceful enticed a violence in Nivex that was more damp the rest of the year. It was as though he took on the lacking turmoil himself, and grew into a putrid beast without a single calm mood to relax the tensions that always ran high in Tor.

His face had fallen into a blatant scowl as the male shoved his bulky frame up the steep slopes of the mountain, only avoiding the faster route of the cliffs because of the slippery ice that made it nearly impossible not to fall. He was not a trepidatious beast, but nor was the shaman any sort of idiot. He knew when risks were simply too dangerous to proceed with, and as he valued his life and his status, Nivex would not do something to make him look a fool. The daunting progression was slower than he would have liked, as even the footing here was poor, and he often made more progress backwards than forwards. With each lack of traction, his mood grew that much darker, and his posture became further determined to shorten this treacherous journey as quickly as possible.

It would seem - though he did not yet know it - that he could not make it to the peak of Tor quite fast enough.




Your name: Azil
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[[Copperyn]]

Accepted! She seems like a ton of fun.