Biography
"Each experience through which we pass operates ultimately for our good. This is a correct attitude to adopt and we must be able to see it in that light."
From the moment of her conception, Virva was supposed to be destined for greatness. Her existence wasn't supposed to be possible in the first place, so when Iseult announced that she was with pup, it was a miracle. None were more excited than her father, King Yngvar, for her birth. The whole pack gathered around the den of the King and Queen, even Sir Bircius, for Virva's birth. Aisling helped Iseult deliver. A single pup was born, a Princess with same coat as her father. Virva sensed more than saw the sudden chill in the air, the cold disappointment of her father's gaze wrap around her. Despite her displeasing appearance, Virva was exceptional in other ways. She was a born leader, beloved by her pack. Virva was soon drawn to the other outcast in the pack, a pup named Éamonn. She became his best friend, and when she realized he meant more to her than just friends, she accepted her feelings, but never dared act on them. She took a temporary mate that her father picked out, and had a son, Lord Stiofán. Now here was a pup that Yngvar looked on with pride and contentment. Here was the bloodline he desired. Now Yngvar graciously bestowed the first sign of approval to Virva in her life. Princess Virva who had always wanted his praise was happy, and Yngvar was a obsessive grandfather, always wanting the best for Stiofán. While she recovered from her pregnancy, Éamonn looked after her, constantly. He brought her food, added furs to line her den from prey he had hunted, and even slept at the entrance. Some wolves even wondered if he was the father but Yngvar, knowing Stiofán was not Éamonn's son and not desiring his grandson to be a product of scandal put a sharp end to the rumors. The three months that followed were Éamonn and Virva's closest time together. It was almost like they were mates, but not quite. They had never been so happy in their lives. All good things come to an end though. When Chancellor Njörðr died, Éamonn took his father's place. His young free days were at an end, and now duty consumed him. Virva's treasured their time together so much. One memory remains in her mind. The night before Njörðr died, there was a blizzard. Iseult took care of her grandson that night. Virva was cold and Éamonn wrapped himself around her, his red and white fur on her blue roan and black. His breath on the back of her neck. Security, love, peace. Now Éamonn had his own daughter, Lady Freyja, by another female, and Virva wished more than anything that Freyja was her own. Éamonn even asked Virva to be mother her, saying that he had little time to look after her himself. Éamonn and Virva would be grandparents soon. She caught herself thinking back to the blizzard every time she looked at him. She just wondered if he ever did the same. Roughly seven years passed since that night, then during the reign of King Niklas and Queen Deirdre, the sickness returned that had wiped the Kingdom out before. Virva's son, Stiofán, was spared, and so was her great great great grandson, Lord Andor. As terrible as it might sound, Virva prayed for Éamonn more than any other wolf. She visited him every day, and once she brushed against his fur, pretending it to be accidental, checking to feel whether a fever had taken him. As wolf after wolf was taken away, Virva and Éamonn spent more time together, comforting one another. Éamonn had lost his grandson, Lord Orvar, and great great grandson, Lord Ívarr. In their pain and sorrow, Virva confessed her love for Éamonn. If they died, she would not have that unsaid. She felt as though a thorn had been pulled from her heart. In that moment Éamonn realized how much their lives had been wasted. He looked her with such intensity and passion that Virva was afraid. He moved towards her, pressing his face against hers, showing her with gentle nuzzles and kisses. All the love between them had been held back so long, it burst. They spent the rest of the night together, and the rest of the nights to come. Despite the gray on their faces, they felt young at heart, and revived after years of solitude. Virva became pregnant. Éamonn no longer cared about what anyone would do or think. Éamonn's daughter was happy for them, enjoying the thought of a sister in the pack. King Niklas and the new Queen Merja did not object. After so much loss, they welcomed any new arrivals. It seemed as though in the final years of Virva and Éamonn's life, their hardship was over.
A Princess Of Living
Daughter of Duke Yngvar and Duchess Iseult (during their reign as King and Queen)
Mother of Lord Stiofán
Previously Nothing
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| Personality
Virva loves her pack mates, and has always tried to excel in everything she does to try to impress her father. She is not ambitious, but wouldn'’t mind becoming something more. She loves Éamonn more than anything, and it breaks her heart every day she can'’t be with him. He is unaware she returns his feelings and she is unaware that he has anything other than friendship in his heart for her. After all, both Éamonn and herself have pups with other wolves. However, she remains strong, firm in her belief that what is meant to be will be. Aisling has been a great influence in her life, and she loves the she wolf like a second mother, even dreaming about being a Priestess like her, though it seems at this point that will not happen.
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Spring 
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