Blackfeathr

[Blackfeathr]

Gender: Female
Age: 5 years

Species: Canine
Breed: Mountain Wolf


APPEARANCE

Height: 3.4 Ft
Weight: 79 lbs

Eye Color: Midnight Blue
Main Fur Colors: Black, Midnight Blue

Markings: Midnight Blue patch on nape of neck, dark patches below eyes due to age and stress

Scars: A blue scar over her left eye

Tattoos: None

Accessories: A golden clock set on a chain that ticks softly


STATISTICS

Speed: Above Average
Agility: Above Average
Defense: Average

Strengths: Agility, Speed, Strength, Fighting Skills
Averages: Intelligence, Patience, Hunting Skills
Weaknesses: Endurance diminished due to age


PERSONALITY

In Depth: Blackfeathr has always been headstrong and stubborn since she was a puppy, which got her into many sticky situations with her birthpack. She challenged those who she believed were not doing the right thing, though she was often punished severely for it, she has not wavered from her beliefs and creed. As she aged, she has become calmer and more accepting, becoming motherly to the younger wolves, yet still remained animate enough to playfight with them.

Likes: Playfighting, combat, puppies, Autumn, winter, tree-weaving, swimming, roebuck, and ravens
Dislikes: Her birthpack leader, bullying, murderers, hot summer days, and cats

Fears: Seeing Patamons twisted ugly face again, and humans with guns
Annoyances: Cats, summer, on-and-off arthritic pain, being... annoyed?

Habits: Randomly feeling the need to be alone, fidgeting with the clock around her neck
Tastes: Prefers to be alone most of the time, but on occaison, desires the company of others.
Talents: Combat and caring for/defending others.

Accent: American

Voice: (will edit later)

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Quotes: "You're gonna get keeled..."


FAMILY HERITAGE

Mother: Forgotten
Father: BlackFang

Brothers: None
Sisters: None


HISTORY

BirthPack: WindFire
Date of Birth: October 17

Friends: None
Enemies: None

Story
Just moments after Blackfeathr could see the world, her mother was killed brutally by Alpha Patamon of her birthpack. All of the wolves of her birthpack, save for her and her father, had black pelts, grey eyes, and had a lust for power. When they witnessed that her newly opened eyes were a soft midnight blue, the Alpha became enraged and killed her mother on the spot. Her father (who had one yellow right eye), who was much stronger than Patamon, acted in defense, severely injuring the Alpha but almost being killed himself. Fearing death from the larger wolf, Patamon allowed Blackfeathr to live for the time being.

After many incessant questions Blackfeathr learned why they could not just get up and leave WindFire, because two wolves, though strong that they were, would not stand a chance against a growing pack of power-hungry murderers.

From puphood to adolescence, her father trained her and honed her skills for that fateful day, when Patamon would decide on a whim to kill her. Her skills matured fast, and she was soon a force to be reckoned with, nearly matching the strength of her father.

Coming back to the den site one night after a rigorous training session, she passed the Alphas lair and heard a few words that were interesting to her. She lingered to listen, in the end, finding out that Patamon was planning on slaughtering the closest pack nearby, the Red Ridge pack, utilizing the help of human hunters. The Red Ridge Pack had been lulled into a false sense of security, Patamon tricking them into believing they were "allies," and soon was the day to betray them, to kill them all and take their land as their own.
Furious, Blackfeathr ran into the forest, calling on the help of a raven to warn the Red Ridge pack of the impending danger. However, Blackfeathr did not know that as Patamon talked of his plans, his plans were being executed at that moment. There was only one survivor from the Red Ridge, a dark grey adolescent who had escaped, but had fallen off the ridge and was presumed dead.
Even though his plan was mostly a success, Patamon was enraged at Blackfeathr's attempt to sabotage it, and slammed her against the tree, his claws aiming for her neck. Her father came in the nick of time, slamming him off but not without his claw dragging a huge incision across her left eye, which soon became the flagship for her marked name, The Blue Scar Wolf (no one knows why her scar turned blue, it just did).
Getting up from a death pin by Blackfeathr's father, Patamon agreed that he will not ever lay claw or tooth on Blackfeathr again, but instead exile her.
The next night, the pack lined up and created an aisleway for Blackfeathr to leave the lands, with Patamon at the end to say his "goodbyes." When she reached the end, Patamon had one last trick up his sleeve, only uttering the command to his pack, "Kill her." At once everyone descended on her, attempting to rip the life from her body. She fought frantically against the powerful weight of many wolves on her body, her father ripping away from the wolves holding him back to help. After about eleven pack deaths Blackfeathr scrambled out of the fray, bolting away as fast as she could, the scout wolves nipping at her heels. She ended up falling and rolling down a steep hill, and off a short cliff, landing in the rapids below. Frantically trying to swim to the surface, she grew tired and could swim no more.

She awoke at the bank, being licked on the cheek by a grey male wolf, with concerned dark brown eyes. He had brought her to the shore, trying to get her to wake up. She knew he was the male that had escaped the Red Ridge slaughter, but when she asked about it, he would give her a strange look and say he couldn't recall such a pack. In fact, the only thing he remembered about his life was waking up at the bottom of the ridge this morning. He didn't even know his name, however, Blackfeathr told him his name was SilenThundr, and that he was a member of the now extinguished pack. He looked down at his neck, which supported a gold clock on a chain that was ticking softly. He gave it a pained look, as if trying to remember something, but couldn't. Blackfeathr felt for him. They were both alone.

They traveled together for two years, finally parting ways where SilenThundr had found a beautiful female and wanted to start a pack, and she had a friend in a secluded location who wanted her to be an Alphess in one of her packs in her large territory. Before parting ways, Thundr shook off his gold clock and nosed it to Blackfeathr, asking that she take it as she gave him the gift of his memory, and the gift of friendship. She took it and wears it to this day.
She met up with her comrade, and was Alphess of a fairly small pack for three years. She had tried unsucessfully to get a mate those two years, and the third, a male from a neighboring pack wandered in, and so got her pregnant. However, the pregnancy ended in despair after she miscarried at the end of term, birthing stillborns. Anguished and sad, she left the territory without a word, and roamed the lands until she reached Kloteck, where she became mates an older male named Anrai, who was on assignment from his pack. They fell in love fast however, Anrai had to leave to report back to Geera. Fearful they wouldn't cross paths again, they mated. Anrai is soon to be father of her litter of pups. She is now residing in Geera, Anrai's homeland.

PRESENT

Pack: Geera
Alpha Male: Deymon
Alpha Female: None
Rank: Subordinate
Desired Rank: TBA

Crush: Anrai
Lover: Anrai
Mate: Anrai
Son(s): TBA
Daughter(s): TBA

Friends: None
Enemies: None

Injuries: None
Illnesses: Slight limp on her right back leg due to arthritis


THEME SONG

FOO FIGHTERS
"Best Of You"

I've got another confession to make
I'm your fool
Everyone's got their chains to break
Holdin' you

Were you born to resist or be abused?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?

Are you gone and onto someone new?
I needed somewhere to hang my head
Without your noose
You gave me something that I didn't have
But had no use
I was too weak to give in
Too strong to lose
My heart is under arrest again
But I break loose
My head is giving me life or death
But I can't choose
I swear I'll never give in
I refuse

Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Has someone taken your faith?
Its real, the pain you feel
You trust, you must
Confess
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Oh...

Oh...Oh...Oh...Oh...

Has someone taken your faith?
Its real, the pain you feel
The life, the love you'd die to heal
The hope that starts the broken hearts
You trust, you must
Confess

Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?

I've got another confession my friend
I'm no fool
I'm getting tired of starting again
Somewhere new

Were you born to resist or be abused?
I swear I'll never give in
I refuse

Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Has someone taken your faith?
Its real, the pain you feel
You trust, you must
Confess
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Oh...



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