[Arctic x Northern Rocky Mountain] Lyssa Oct 24, 2015 16:16:28 GMT -5
Post by lyssa on Oct 24, 2015 16:16:28 GMT -5
Years RPing: Jeez like... I dunno... Back when the dinosaurs went extinct?
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Birthday: April 2, 2013 - 2 yrs old
Species: Arctic x Northern Rocky Mountain
Weight: 173 lbs.
Coat Color: Undertones of creamy white stand out along the belly and under-throat of this fae, shadowed by a shawl of pale red which cascades like a blanket from her top-line. Her face is masked in a finger painted charcoal design which continues along her head to act as a shroud across her neck and shoulders leaving a determined streak of darkness to trail along her spine and layer through the top of her tail. Along her flanks is a slight dusting of this charcoal hue, but it is more the product of tipped guard hairs rather than honest coloration.
Eye Color: cobalt blue
Health Issues: None
Other Information: None
Mental Stability: Sane
History: Lyssa's first memory is of warmth and the comforting scent of milk. Darkness was her world, but there was a sort of safety in that oblivion that held her aloft in a buoyant cloud of protection. The first thing she knew was her mother and the milk-providing teat at her under belly. The second thing she knew was the sweet, succulent taste of milk and the life it provided. The third, and most important thing she knew was her brother, who post birth - when she spent a crawling lifetime of five minutes absent his presence in the womb - would never leave her side.
When the two pups were deemed old enough to travel beyond the safety of the den, their nomadic pack decided it was time again to continue on their endless journey. Bearing a strong urge to wander, the wolves felt every ticking second that held them in immobility and they were restless for the feel of new lands beneath their paws; an urge which carried them all around and over the island of Anikira. So from a very young age, Lyssa and Abyss learned stamina and endurance were as necessary traits to possess as the eating of prey was to living. No matter what the pain, how exhausted, fearsome the weather: keep moving. Cracked pads and aching joints: keep moving. Empty stomach and heavy lids: keep moving. Blistering heat and crackling thirst: keep moving. "Because a still wolf is a dead wolf," her mother had said, traveling along with her hitching gate that lilted to one side.
The pups' parents were well known and well liked within their pack. Though they held no higher rank, they were still respected for their age and wisdom as well as their excellent fighting abilities. They were allowed offspring every season, and their pups were treated with every dignity and respect as the alpha's were; though with some understandable differences in certain company which were to be expected. Sired by the indomitable Arux, and whelped by the tender Nyla, the pups were promised to be warriors by bloodline alone and through their upbringing they were held to that promise. They trained endlessly not only in simple fighting technique but in strategy, endurance, and tracking. They sparred until their fangs cracked and their gums ached. They ran until their paws were numb and their bones and muscles screamed with every movement. They were expected to hunt everything from the smallest to the largest of prey; and everything was prey. If the pack traveled through a desert area then even a snake could serve as a meal. If they found themselves in swampier terrain, frogs and adolescent alligators could feed a few hungry mouths. Lyssa savored the time spent in rolling plains or tightly knit mountain forests for there was the prey she loved the most. Leave the amphibians and reptiles to the scavengers, she would take the deer and elk over they any day. Still, she had an expectation to uphold and she refused to be outdone by her brother.
With such a difficult life pups were relatively rare within the pack. As such, Lyssa and Abyss found themselves with all too many caretakers and far too few playmates. Aside from each other, the siblings had no one to entertain their more pupish desires. This served to push them together more often, making them inseparable in and out of training. As time wore on and their fighting abilities began to blossom from the abandoning of gangling youthfulness, it would seem a tether had formed between them which kept them in close proximity to the other. Never did one wander where the other was not to follow, and never did one fail where the other might succeed. They strove to better each other, endlessly practicing their skills and abilities until those abilities so perfectly complimented each other that they became unstoppable as a paired force. Even though the bond with her brother was stronger than life itself, Lyssa would be forever crippled by her adoration and love for Abyss. With him she is limitless and capable in her own strengths; however, separated from him by distance or mortality she is haunted by the truth that she would wither and ultimately follow him from this world as she followed him through everything else. If she were to have one fatal weakness, Abyss would be it.
As the pups neared their ninth month of life, the pack came across a wolf's carcass that had been tattered and shredded by all manner of scavenging creatures. The alpha had taken a moment to inspect it, though it held no ties to any of the pack and thus they continued moving. No one seemed quite bothered by the dead wolf, but something about the empty eye sockets staring at the young fae had left her feeling hollow and empty like something the buzzards had picked at. She had sought out her mother for advice and answers, wondering what could have happened to that wolf to make him wander alone and die like that. Nyla explained disease to her daughter and the plague of madness that sometimes spread across the lands. She explained that sometimes the strength of a pack wasn't enough and wolves would slip away one by one. "That is why you and your brother must always remain within a pack," her mother had said, "because a lone wolf is a dead wolf." And she had kept her daughter's silent company for the rest of the evening as the pack continued on, panting through the tilting lean of her gait.
As the months passed by around the small pack the siblings continued their training with each other, constantly honing their abilities and skills to better face their enemies and provide for the pack. By the time they reached a year they were fully fledged as warriors: just as deadly and fierce as any member of their pack if not more so. Youth made them strong and skill made them dangerous. It was teamwork, though, which made them invincible. As long as she had her brother, Lyssa was certain she could face any odds and make it out on top. For some time she continued to believe this, however there was one opponent she had never thought to consider in all of her calculating and analyzing: mortality.
Like all good things are bound to do, the golden era of Lyssa and Abyss's youth ended as their pack began to dwindle. Age was beginning to show in the pillar members of the small group, and the taxing weight of so much travel was finally taking its toll. One by one the older wolves began to drop off as those younger sought out greener pastures with other packs or other territories. Lyssa and Abyss remained, though at least for Lyssa it was for no particular reason aside than its familiarity. She knew her pack, she knew her family, they were her home and how could she leave her home? The fae suspects still that Abyss remained only due to her lingering, but she refuses to regret waiting as long as she did. One month they watched their father, the great Arux, stumble and fall at a trot at midday. By the end of the week he was immobile, and within days he had faded away. Lyssa mourned the loss, feeling as if a part of herself had died with her sire. Her home had been shaken, but she went to her mother for guidance so that it would not shatter. Nyla had only sad words to offer her daughter. The elderly wolf had long carried gray in her coat and around her muzzle, but that age had recently seemed to reach deeper within her frame attacking muscle and bone alike to make her weary and tired. The loss of her mate was a devastating blow, and it refused to allow her recover like so many before it. To fight in a battle was one thing, but to fight the pain of a broken heart was another. Nyla would not survive to the end of the month, she could feel death coming for her like the long awaited arrival of an old friend, but she was loath that her children would be forced to suffer through her passing. She begged her pups to leave, secretly taking Abyss aside so that he would convince his sister leaving was the best option they had. It was with a heavy heart that Lyssa conceded to her family's urging, saying goodbye to her beloved mother and her pack all in the same breath.
Nyla escorted her pups a respectable distance away from the rest of the pack to say her final goodbyes. Tenderly offering her affection to both son and daughter, whispering words of love and remembrance not only from herself but in the place of her passed mate. "Remember my darlings, keep your home between you always so that you are never lost." Her mother had whispered, her voice tight with fatigue and the pain of a leg that would no longer lend its support to her movement. "Because a lost wolf, is a dead wolf."
Nyla sat upon that hilltop and watched in the darkness as her children faded into shadow, a silent soldier resolute to the end. Lyssa never learned if she made it back to the pack that night or not, but when she feels alone or insecure she will often fall back on her mother's fortifying words for comfort if nothing else.
Having reached their second year the siblings have grown accustomed to life on their own, almost completely forgetting - at least in Lyssa's case - the customs and comforts of pack life. Lyssa is consumed with her brother; his safety, his happiness. He is her pack, her home, but he is only one wolf. When coming across a lone rogue by chance one day, they heard of a newly forming pack: Ananke. Abyss heard in this news a chance for rebirth, a new purpose and sense of direction. Though Lyssa was unsure of such a notion, being more suspicious and mistrusting than her brother in this rare instance, she would not deny him the freedom to search this pack out and see the truth of it for himself. So she has followed him in his search, silently terrified and hopeful of what may lie at the end of their travels. All the while, her mother's words echo in the back of her mind: "A lost wolf is a dead wolf..."
Personality: From a young age, Lyssa was expected to keep up with her brother's stride; in fighting, in strategy, in hunting. If he could do it, she was expected to as well. This developed in her an unstoppable drive to match him in every way possible. While in some siblings this might have nurtured a deep and bitter resentment, between this pair it encouraged a sense of camaraderie and oneness not often seen outside of the bondage of mates. When the pair fight together, they create an unstoppable force that should be feared by any level headed, common sense possessing wolf. Through their lives together Lyssa has become just as fierce of a warrior as her brother - and depending on the matter at paw even more so - and that is a fact she struggles to make apparent. She demands to be seen as more than just a she-wolf, some object for popping out litter after litter, or even just as Abyss's sister. She demands to be seen as her own wolf, valued for her own abilities and strengths and respected for her own faults and trials.
Traveling alone for most of her life, with only her brother to offer added protection, Lyssa learned quickly that not every wolf is as it seems. There are scraggly drifters who might be the most dangerous opponents she's had the misfortune of facing, while giant brutes offer no resistance at all. Every wolf is different, and until she's had the chance to test their fangs she treats them as if they were as volatile and threatening as a grizzly. Calculated and ruthless, this fae will do anything necessary in order to win a battle and these traits cross over to her own vain desires as well. From living a life where everything was a war to obtain, she has learned to stop at nothing until her own desires are met.
It's no secret that Lyssa has an extremely short temper; and of the siblings she is often noted to be the more emotionally unstable. She can fly from a rage to depression, giggle at a passing thought, then be back at your throat in the span of a few seconds. Though it is something she learned control and suppress at a young age, it is a trait that bothers her to this day and one that leaves her feeling weaker and less than her more resolute brother. Lyssa blames her sex for making her weak and plaguing her with so many softer emotions: the desperate desire to find a mate, the need for pups of her own, the painful ache that accompanies thoughts of solitude with only her brother for company. Though she loves her brother more than life itself, she wants more than his love. Primal instinct urges her to find a mate, to find love, and she hates the way it tempts her away from her sibling's side and her life's path. It leaves her feeling vulnerable and insecure in herself, her lack of confidence and sureness of the future making her feel tight and foreign in her own skin as if she doesn't belong. Sometimes these emotions alone are enough to warrant animosity and can leave her in a dangerous mood for hours, and sometimes days.
Still, through thick and thin, her relationship with her brother has never wavered and never failed. The two have gone through every step of life together, and will continue to walk the same paw prints until their weary bones can travel no longer. Lyssa would sacrifice anything for her sibling be it life or limb, and without a second thought to serve as hesitation. When she succumbs to the bitter emotions of one of her "moods" it is often the more levelheaded Abyss who is the only one capable of calming her down. He has seen every side of her, from a broken heart to a cruel fang, and through everything he is the only one who has yet to leave her. For that alone, she would follow him anywhere.