Roro

Name meaning: Nobility.

The Goddess Ciriin's "chosen one" in the Jawa Supremacy Pack. She currently holds the rank of beta female, however as soon as she, or Hayam, has gained enough influence within the pack, she's eligible to become alpha. She's practically betrothed to Hayam as he was also a Chosen One, however she only liked him at best, no romantic feeling involved. She is openly ambitious and is trying to increase her influence in the pack through having pups who will be loyal to her.

Roleplaying Notes

She will not be sold or retired, and she requires a long term breeding partner to breed with every Winter 2. If you don't want her partner anymore, we can work out a deal for me to adopt it, or write about their separation. Her orientation is straight.

A pair of cold green eyes matching the Winter that had engulfed the land in white. A large cream wolf moved with anger through the forest, her this fur revealing the muscles rippling underneath with every step. The second month of Winter had silenced the creatures normally chit-chattering all over the trees. Today, and for the following month, the pack would have to hunt enough food to survive.

She was Roro, the beta female of Jawa Supremacy pack. The Goddess Ciriin had taken her from her life as a lone wolf and presented her to the pack. She had heard Chosen Ones usually become alphas. Except the pack already had alphas, and pack mates loyal to them.

It was obvious Roro and Hayam, the other Chosen One, Roro's supposed mate–were stronger than both alphas in Summer. The alphas were barely grown as two year olds. But the pack, full of pathetic soft paws who were invisible in the packs they were originally born in, refused to hand over leadership to the Chosen Ones. And the Goddess Ciriin had been quiet for some months now. But Roro knew, she was meant to be alpha. Else why would she be removed from the life of a free lone wolf? Why else would a goddess choose her?

Yet Parardya, the alpha female, grew stronger day by day. And eventually Bimo, the alpha male, started to grow stronger too recently.

Roro had her pups in fall. She thought she was being discreet about it, but Lirio, the oldest in the pack, realized her plan and offset it by also having pups. Hell, she and her mate Gitarja even got pregnant by the same male whom Roro chose.

Now the pack is full of pups, and may the Goddess had mercy, they need to survive this Winter. Yet the alpha Parardya had once again got hurt by a deer and the entire hunt is on hold. Roro had enough. She needed to go alone, hunt one as she used to.

She had missed this. The silence. Hunting in a pack meant she constantly hear heartbeats of the other pack members, their huffing in her ears, their stupid little comments. If there's anything Parardya had not gotten better in, it was the silence in her steps... and that's because Parardya was always better at it than herself. But can one truly say she's better than Roro, when she's almost half Roro's weight? Moving in silence should be a given.

Especially since she kept getting hurt in battle. Roro was twice her weight and yet the supposed alpha female very much sucked at avoiding attacks. And Roro let her distaste be known. Parardya always acted like such a victim after Roro shouted at her, and her cronies always came to her defense. That being said, as beta female, it was her job to keep the alphas straight. They were scared of her anyway.

All these thoughts flashing in her mind, yet deep down Roro knew she was trying not to think about the one she should be thinking about the most. Her son's death.

Roro stopped moving by a large tree. Large trunk like nothing she had ever seen before, the tree's air root like a curtain under the tree's canopy, almost touching Roro's back. All these running and anger at life couldn't really stop Raden's puppy face from showing up in her mind.

Roro kept trying to distract herself with anger towards Parardya, but she couldn't even think of anyone else but Raden. Grief got ahold of her, wrapping around her torso like a boa constrictor. Roro never saw grief, however—she only remembered her lone wolf dam faintly and did not remember her lone wolf sire at all. She remembered her anger, her brutality, but never grief. She had no idea what emotions she were experiencing, and it made her angrier and angrier.

Shaking in overwhelming emotions that she did not understand, Roro succumbed and let out a long, melodic howl that echoed throughout the white landscape, letting the song carry out her emotions into the realm.

Roro kept singing for a while.

She thought of her son, and thought about how she let him go with another pack, hoping he'd have a better chance to grow and learn as a pup with a new pack. Instead, the news of his death was brought to her.

She couldn't even give him a proper burial. She didn't know where he died. She didn't know why he died. Perhaps she should leave now and hunt down the ones that let her son die.