Biography
'Aryon, I love you beyond all others.' Irafel whispered into her lover's ear as she nuzzled him, their tails intertwining as the handsome brute smiled fondly down at his beautiful fae. The night was perfect, so perfect for that fateful pair of lovers. It was a stunning summer evening, it was, and the air was soft and warm with the scent of summer. Tall, majestic trees, young birds, bubbling brooks, lush meadows, all the signs of that wonderful season abided there. It was as if the eternal summers palace was nested in the depths of that very forest, warm and alive with the seasons beauty and grace. Aryons soft blue eyes glittered in the moonlight as he nuzzled her back, the two enjoying the wonderful feeling of being together as they gazed out at the night sky. The moon glowed like crystal from the horizon.
'And I treasure you, my beautiful Irafel' was the brutes gentle reply. The love felt between the two young wolves was nearly tangible as they sat quietly together, looking up and enjoying the glittering stars. Aryons fluffy silver-tipped tail was rested over Irafels back in a soothing gesture of comfort, and from the blissful look in Irafels face one could see how much she appreciated her lover. For a moment, it seemed as if everything would always be this way.
The lovers were unaware of who was hiding in the shadows, jaws clenched as she observed the actions of her sister, and her Desired One. Valmara.
Rage surged in her. She had to separate them. A few days later, she arranged a hunting party in Irafels name, sending out some of their best wolves along with Aryon to see if they could catch some caribou. Irafel tearfully watched her lover leave, but Aryon assured her that he would return.
Aryon never did.
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Second best. Thats what Valmara was. High Princess instead of Queen, second rather than first, picked last instead of before. She was the second best. No matter how hard she tried, she would only be a spare. No matter the effort put forth by Irafels younger sister, the Queen would always be above her. Born first. No wonder Valmara was so bent upon revenge. When it was discovered as pups that Irafel was in fact deaf, it was Valmaras voice was the loudest heard among all her packmates, stating loudly and clearly that her sister was not fit to be queen. Unknown to her, however, and much to Irafels advantage, Valramas older sister had also been gifted with the Second Sight. It allowed the young Irafel to fly up through the ranks much to Valmaras boiling fury, while she stayed woefully behind; it seemed like her older sister could never be caught. Despite their rivalry, and Valmaras jealously, they formed incredible friendship to the surprise of the rest of the pack.
Everything was settled-- before Valmara met him. As an emissary for House Bron, she had greeted him a day before he arrived at court. They shared a night together.
Valmara was a vengeful one indeed, particularly when it came to the love that both of them had for the wolf Aryon. When she first saw him, Valrama felt like her world had exploded. This was it. This was him. Her perfect mate, friend, and companion. This was her destiny.
It seemed that her destiny was short lived, however, ending on that terrible night where she discovered that she wasn't the only one who loved him. Her soulmate-- stolen away by her sister. Second best takes second pick, and it seemed Aryon was already chosen by Irafel. Overcome with fury, Valrama spoke to no one that night. Some say she arranged that fateful hunting trip a few mornings later to get back at Irafel, for loving her destiny, her love, her to-be mate. It cannot be proved one way or another.
But that wasn't the end of it. Valmaras most biting act of revenge came when she gave birth to Aryon's child. Irafels pups were born a few days later, and she was furious with Valmara for the pain and disgrace she had brought to the Queen by having pups with the same father. Something broke between the sisters on that day, and Valmara grew bitter and resentful. Not just towards Irafel, but towards everyone. If she couldnt be the Queen, she hung onto the idea that her daughter might. Atalanta proved useless as a leader though, and the hope was forgotten. Her descendants were the only ones with Solas Brons golden eyes though, to her pride, but it didn't matter. They would never rule. Just like her, they were the second best.
Why did she ever tell herself that she loved him?
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| Personality
High Princess Valmara is the terror of House Bron and the royal court. Her flashing golden eyes were the fear of every wolf in the pack long ago; after her the death of love they grew harsh upon her Valmaras features. A perfect example of a wolf who had been radically changed with the effects of times march, her weary face became terrifying in an entirely different way. She survived only with the help of her loyal family, who supported her no matter what and helped her to get back on her feet after the incident with Aryon. Slowly, her fiery persona and sharp words returned much to the celebration of her friends and the disappointment of everyone else, and her hues again lit up with the passion of her relentless spirit. Valmara was back, it seemed. Dignified, graceful, and a demanding perfectionist, she quickly rose back to the top; though never again would she try to outdo her sister, as the pain was too great for both of them to even make an attempt. Once their feud over Aryon faded, the sisters drew close once again, their fights and arguments growing fewer and less explosive as they matured and better got to know each other. Valmara soon had friends among most of the pack, including her niece, Lairas, who was the second-born of Queen Irafel and destined only to become the High Princess just like her. Irafel would always remain the closest.
Her greatest enemy is her closest friend. Long live Queen Irafel.
When Lairas left, the entire pack mourned her. They didn't appreciate her until she was gone. Lairas passed her mind often. 'It could have been me' she thought, 'If I hadn't had Atalanta, and wasn't as strong as I am now.'
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Closest Friends: Irafel, Atalanta, Tine, Maeveri, Darmina, Kistreal, Lynna, Gael, Halfae, Winterfell, Fallon, Phelia
Special Skills
Mother: Queen Solas Bron
Sister: Queen Irafel
Half-brother: The Lost Prince Merlyne
Daughter: Princess Atalanta
Name pronunciation: Val-mar-uh
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