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Name: Allärieh (al-ar-ree-ah)
Age: 9 years old
Ethnicity/Breed: %100 Grey Wolf
Sexuality: Straight
Gender: Female
Mate: Sèktor
Birth Defect: Chimerism
Strengths: A natural leader, with good battle instincts and charm. She can diffuse arguments well and cares for everyone in her pack no matter what. She is educated in many fields, due to the Master's lessons as a child.
Weaknesses: She can be headstrong and stubborn. Although she tries to curve it, she has an unmanageable curiosity. She gets distracted easily and procrastinates heaps.
Backstory: It was a foggy morning, the day the little pup came into the world. Dawn had just arrived, the sun barely peaking up over the horizon. After a long, painful labor, the little runt was born alongside her larger brother, who ended up stillborn. Her Mother, the Alpha, cried through her pain, with tears of joy. She was named Allärieh, meaning 'eternal'. Heiđei, her mother, was beyond with joy. After countless attempts, and many pregnancies ending in stillbirths, she would finally have a chance to be a Mother. She would have a chance to have a family. The Pack however, was quick to shun the runt of a pup. Even from a distance, it was known that Allärieh was abnormal. The patterns of black, as dark as ink covered the normal fur colours of grey, brown and white. As if she was cursed, a shadow on one of the most legendary bloodlines known.
Allärieh grew up in the shadows of doubt. Always lurking, although never joining in on the games, or pack activities along with the other juveniles. The others always stopped when she attempted to play, tail between their legs as if they were afraid. Allärieh hated being different, she wished every night to be normal. Yet every morning she awoke, to the same gloomy fate. Lonely, she turned to playing with the other animals that lived around the caves, den and forest surrounding it. Her favorite game was to chase after the rainbow butterflies that fluttered by. She never pounced on them though, they were too pretty to kill. Even rabbits sometimes hopped near while grazing, but the deer eyed her closely, as if she was a dangerous beast. The birds thought she was harmless enough, and she loved to follow them as they flew above, going on little adventures - further and further away from the den.
Masters and Elders often joined her on the short expeditions. Mainly just to keep her out of trouble, but they also taught her herbology, how to heal, make small weapons and potions. How to create shelters, and make fire out of flint. Her favourite however, was the stories they told. Of great warriors, long wars and deadly hunts. Amazing animals and strange lands, that she would probably never see in this lifetime. It was one day however, that changed her life forever. She had wandered too far away from the safety of home. Dusk had began to settle, just as she started to panic. She had the idea that she could do it, that she was old enough to not need constant protection. So Allärieh had snuck away, without a guard or guide, and now she was regretting it badly. All her knowledge seemed to flee, and fear took it's place. Rain began to pitter-patter down from the dark sky, soaking deep into her fur, and washing away her paw prints along with any attempt to track back her way home. A crack of a branch caught her off guard, and she spun around to meet whoever whom made the sound. The endarkened sky made it hard for her to make out the animal. All she knew was that it was insanely large, almost as big as a bear, and it had massive antlers. The fur on Allärieh's neck bristled, as she lowered her belly to the ground. Maybe if she surrendered, it wouldn't hurt her? She was terrified. There was no way she could take on this monster and live to tell the tale. The monster-thing stunk of pine and dung. It stared at her intensely, huffing through its large nostrils. Allärieh's stomach grumbled, and she felt hunger pains. The moose seemed to lose interest however, in the coward wolf, figuring it wasn't a threat. It snorted, and went to lumber away. Although it was unaware of another predator, sitting upwind in a large fir tree, stalking. The predators' golden fur glistened in the little light from the crescent moon. Allärieh tried to make herself as small as possible, knowing if that found her, she would have no chance in seven hells of making it out alive.
Coward! She called herself Coward, Coward, Coward! The small forest clearing was thick with fog from the rain, and the grass was wet with water and dew. Maybe if she would just creep away... Allärieh thought quickly, just before the mountain cat roared, and went in for the kill. The moose screamed and kicked, but was quickly silenced from the feline's sharp claws and powerful jaw around it's neck. Blood filled the air, and Allärieh felt her instincts kick in, damn, she was hungry. But she didn't want to risk her life for such a feeble thing.The wind changed softly, and heart dropped. The mountain cat stopped eating it's feast and sniffed the air, before turning, peering straight at the half buried wolf in the grass. Its' whickered lips pulled back in a warning growl, and almost silently moved into a crouching position, ready to pounce on the young wolf. Allärieh didn't see the cat coming until it was on her. It's claws dug into her face, and chest yet the wolf was too stunned to fight back. She yelped, and tried to escape, but blood was everywhere, and she couldn't think straight. Heart racing and adreneline fueled, she bit down on the feline's neck with all the strength left in her.
Something cracked, and she heard a deranged rawr come from the beast, before it went limp, mid-attack. The beast whined, and it's golden eyes turned glassy, staring off into the stars. A small emotion of victory paraded around Allärieh's mind, but she was already feeling drowsy. The blood loss, she knew. It didn't really trouble her, even though the chances of living till morning was slim. She felt incredibly peaceful, even through the pain that echoed through her small body.
She closed her eye, the other mangled from the attack, and drifted off to sleep while the stars continued to twinkle on brightly from above.
Three years had passed since that fateful day. Heiđei had found her along with a small search party. Tears flowed, at the sight of her broken child - almost lifeless, her black and grey patched of fur matted in sticky, dry blood.
The Elders promised she would live on, but not without a sacrifice. And the promise rang true. After almost a year of recovery after the attack, Allärieh was almost fully healed. Thick, ugly scars covered her chest, legs and face however, like a reminder of the gruesome night. Her left eye was also now permanently blind. Even so, the event made her stronger. It made her train harder, learn more, and be fearsome. At six years old, she had led the pack into war with several neighbor packs. She had conquered, and made her Pack the largest ever known. Allärieh's parents, her Alpha's were proud as they were old.
Undefeated in battle to this day. Allärieh decided to wed young, to Séktor, a male from another pack that had surrendered, and fought beside her in several other wars. Fearsomely loyal, they were a force to be rekoned with. Allärieh's belly grew larger each day, now expecting pups on the next fullmoon. She was incredibly excited at a chance of Motherhood. At a chance to raise a family, and rise above them all.
Spring Month: 1 
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