||Aiamara||
Username
WolfOnATreadmill- please feel free to call me Wolf.
Name
I go by Aiamara. That's Eye-ah-mar-ah."
Age
"I am roughly three years of age."
Gender
"Sure, I'm well muscles. But there's a whole host of things that tell you I'm female."
Personality
Aiamara's pretty much without feeling- on the exterior at least. Her eyes are nearly always blanc- and if they were truly all she was thinking then she'd be a pretty dense fae. However, Aiamara picked up a habit during her torturous life in her first pack- never let the others know what you thinking. If they can tell your emotion, they'll use it to get to you. Even though Aiamara knows that she is now among friends, the habit has become a part of the she-wolf, a little like her scar. A smile never graces her lips, and she's careful that her body actions to not betray her thoughts. Well, most of the time. When she's having fun or is in extreme pain, Aiamara has been known to crack. That, it is made clear to others how scared she sometimes feels, and how much she wants to be understood.
Aiamara's the she-wolf under the tree, the wolf lying in a corner watching you from the shadows. She's rarely noticed- another habit she picked up from her past- but can often be found serenely watching a pack member. Don't worry, she's not a stalker! Aiamara spent so long wanting to interact with her packmates as an equal, the she-wolf can't bear to not know the whereabouts of her fellow wolves, especially if she feels threatened. Some could describe the fae as insecure, and I guess that's a reasonable thought- but all she really needs is time to aclimatise (spelling?) to being part of a pack that won't try to beat her to a pulp whenever she gets noticed.
Aiamara can sympathise with the Omega, if only because she's been there and knows the reasons for being dumped in the rank are not always fair. Even if the treatment of the wolf is deserved, Aiamara would not wish what happened to her on any other wolf, sinful or not. She'd feel hideously uncomfy asking any wolf to submit to her, though she's probably capable of controlling a good number by force due to her fighting skills. The way she was brought up ruined her life, but inside her shell a friendly, humerous she-wolf is slowly forcing it's way out. Had Aiamara joined another pack where she was forced into the Omega position, it would have broken her, however, she still has hope.
The she-wolf isn't exactly socially crippled, just wary of wolves advancing towards her. She will quite happily engage a wolf who's body posture it not threatening in friendly conversation, and actually often enjoys it. However, the moment a dominating tail position or ear movement is brought forward, Aiamara is immediately on the defensive- a major drawback when conversing with wolves ranking higher than her- as they are fully entitled to show demonstrate dominance.
If the fae can be drawn out of her shell, then she is charming, friendly and witty to talk to- a pleasure to converse with, one might go so far as to say. Aiamara is a very intelligent and quick thinking she-wolf and knows how to apply her brains. She's a very good strategical fighter and is lucky enough to have the strength to back up her mental plans, unlike another she knew. Her strength is everything to her, and the she-wolf would not be where she is today without it.
Aiamara is a she-wolf punished for her mother's crimes- but the fae learned one important lesson early on: life is not fair. Thus, she set about scraping through as best she could. The idea that she could do more than simply stay alive is still being puzzled over in the she-wolf's head, but it is slowly being made apparent to her than second chances to exist.
History
"There's not much to tell, history wise- if I'm honest. Still, I do enjoy telling a good story and so I guess I can churn out what I remember."
"My mother, who goes by the name of Azixti, is Omega of my Birthpack. What terrible deed she commited is not known by me, as it's a very touchy subject and a field of discussion I would not venture into unless in dire need. She's an average Omega, slight in build and not terribly fiesty. She can't afford to be- wolves with backbone don't make good Omegas, as you'll find out."
"As an Omega, Azixti is forbidden to take a mate, for that would produce other seemingly weak or disloyal cubs- sowing the seeds of deceit and treachry (spelling?) into our midst. Still, love works in mysterious ways- not always benificial to the wolf it strikes. My mother's told me a brief version of how she met my father, but I was not there at the time so it's probably twisted slightly to how she wished it had been."
"One breezy, humid night, Azixti was pelting through the forest. She'd just been beaten up by the adolescents, and was running from whatever humilitation lay in camp. She was blinded by terror, sure she could hear the cruel cackling of the pack's teenagers in her ears. Then, Azixti bumped into a warm, hard yet furry object. Pitch black fur seemed to smother her, and cool amber eyes gazed down at her.
"What's the hurry?" The wolf rumbled, his tones rich and "enticing", a word foreign to me. Still, my mother replied, her voice a nervous trill.
"J-just running."
"From what?"
It would have been hideously mysterious for Azixti to have said something awesome like: "Myself or "My past." but unfortunately, she just said- blunt as ever: "A bunch of adolescent wolves who enjoy beating me up at every oppertunity."
"At this point, the black loner raised an eyebrow, growling majestically: "And why would they beat up a pretty little thing like you? You look like a she-wolf who can take care of herself." And that was it. Azixti was hooked."
"Having lived of rotting entrails for such a long time, a compliment was like heaven for my mother, and her loner wasn't short of smooth remarks. She spend that first night with him, getting to know him. They agreed he'd stay on the outskirts of the territory, and so she left him there, a warm yet uncertain glow present in her heart."
"The next night, she returned to him. However, the night after that, Axixti did not find my father- for, unbeknown to her, she was pregnant- waiting at the designated place, and followed his scent right out of the territory. He'd become bored of her, and left her completely alone in the world. I have no desire to meet my father, for though I never liked my mother, there's no excuse for leaving a wolf vulnerable and without support in such a vulgar manner."
"It didn't take long for my mother's pack to work out she was pregnant. Things one wants to keep hidden have a habit of being discovered, and Azixti's appetite became insatiable. The pack did not see why they should save any more food than their Omega than they already did, and so my mother became horribly malnourished, and thinner than she normally was. The reason I'm telling you this is because it's the reason why only two of the four cubs my mother delivered were born alive."
"One of the two was- obviously- me, and I was blessed: the only cub of the whole litter to make it out of my mother sound. The second surviving cub was my brother Truu, but he was mentally deformed- not right in his mind, others may say."
"Where I'm from, a cub inherits her mother's position, well- sort of. The Alpha's cubs do, and so the Omega's. Both extremes, you might say. And so, myself and Truu were stuck as Omegas, to be picked on and used as a source of entertainment."
"Myself and Truu grew in this manner- or rather, we didn't grow much. Smaller than other cubs, we were easily picked on and could do next to nothing to stop it. Only pick a fight if you think you can win it, especially if you're an Omega. That's my advice to you."
"Then, when myself and Truu were about six months old, the Alpha female went the whole hog, and just...attacked my mother. Normally, Omega isn't as bad as it's made out to be, but in this pack it was. The dominant fae left Azixti with near fatal injures, and when she hobbled back into our small, cramped shared den I remember Truu gawping, and groaning: "Muh muh? Wha' 'appened?"
Azixti crumpled down, her breath coming out in ragged gasps, and I remember thinking then- I'm going to fight back."
"At first, it was amusing for the larger wolves- a small, undernourished six month old cub trying to better them in an unfair fight. Saying that, I grew- and by the time I reached one year wolves were actually sparring with me to sharpen their fighting skills. Had I not been so loyal to my family, I probably could have risen to a fighter- I was offered, but on the condition I'd abandon Truu and Azixti. Much as I blamed my mother for bringing me into a world full of hate and unfairness, she was of my blood. I couldn't just leave her, or my brother. Of course, my rejection resulted in an attack, but my defensive skills were improving- I wasn't getting injured badly."
"Truu had never been right- unable to bark properly, or reason well. His lack of sense was most noticable was hungry- but what posessed him to attack Aphella- the Alpha's daughter- for her hare, I'll never know. One moment he was nibbling his paws under a tree, the next he was yanking at her meal most violently. It didn't take a heartbeat for her to flip him over, and I guess she was so caught up in the blood of her meal, and the red rage that she wasn't really thinking.
Aphelle ripped my brother's throat out, and his life away. I remember watching the crimson stream trickle down, onto the dusty ground. Everything slowed down."
"I remember letting out a savage shriek, before pelting across the camp and barrelling into Aphella. I knocked the fae over, and was on top of her before the pitiful excuse for a wolf could squeal. I remember tearing at her neck fur- to blinded with rage and pain to be accurate- before feeling harsh teeth puncture my scruff, dragging me off Aphella and choking me at the same time. It was the Alpha Male- Burdock. The brute was a fierce fighter, and somehow managed to slice from my lip right down to my chest. Scarlet blood spilled from me, and in desperation I wriggled free- haring off into the forest. I have no doubt the Alpha would have killed me, if not for my flexiblity."
"Alone in a harsh world, a one year old she-wolf who did not know how to hunt with a wound likely to become infected, I knew I didn't stand much of a chance. Still, I could fight- so if I lay low and let my wound heal for a while maybe I could bully some loners from a kill. I hated the thought, but I didn't have a choice."
"I enlarged a fox den, just outside my old territory, and curled up- exhausted- and closed my eyes. Looking back, I was lucky they ever opened again. However, when they did I decided to do something about the "little situation" I was in. I found a rabbit carcass- it tasted repulsive, but it fueled me for the day and for that I was grateful. I made my way into the territory of another pack, feeding from their leftover carcasses whilst my wound healed. I was lucky- I kept it clean, and it did not become infected."
"I survived as a loner, and would most likely still be one had it not been for the event I'm about to describe."
"One day, I was padding through a forest- my eyes alert, when I heard a terrible wail of fear and pain. My instincts as a female wolf decreed that I should go to the cry- it sounded young."
"I skidded to a hault just behind a bush, peering through the leaves to see two full grown pack wolves interigating a young wolf cub."
"A large black brute snarled: 'Your mother's been causing us quite a lot of trouble, stealing our rabbits from us. I like my rabbits, and a pretty little thing like her shouldn't be taking my breakfast.'
A sharp inhalation of breath caught my attention, and I turned my head to see a beautiful black she-wolf pressed underneath yet another bush, two fluffy cubs huddled close to her in fear. Immediately, I understood the fae's position. Risk discovery and the lives of her two cubs but try and save the one in direct peril, or stay where she was and watch her offspring be torn apart. My heart twisted- I'd always wanted to be a mother, something that was impractical for my lifestyle, and it was now being demonstrated perfectly."
"Another squeal shook my heart- I knew I had to do something. The she-wolf's eyes were frightened, and so I moved around, using the bushes as cover, until I was behind the brute holding the cub. There was another male with him, but I could count on the other she-wolf to take him out...I hoped."
"Exploding from the bushes, I shrieked "now" to the mother, before sinking my fangs into the male holding the cub. He shrieked in pain and anger, dropping the now almost lifeless form at his paws. I released my hold on him, snatched up the cub and was prepared to make a run for it when the second brute yanked hard on my tail. I knew I couldn't yelp, but that meant that with the precious bundle in my jaws I couldn't bite, either."
"Desperately, I glanced around for the mother, but saw she'd gone- she must have made the decision to keep the majority of her cubs safe, and come back later for the other one- if it survived. And so, I released the cub, placing it inbetween my front paws, and spun around- sinking my sharp teeth into the muzzle of the brute hanging onto my tail. Blood spurted and he cried out, reeling away in agony from the well placed bite. I was pretty sure he was out of the fight as he hurtled away from the clearing, but then I realised it would be most likely he was on the look out for a wolf to help the fight progress."
"Knowing I had to end this soon, I sized up the other wolf- he was heavily built and I could most likely out run him. And so I sunk my teeth into the ruff of his neck, just for good measure, and picked up the cub- bolting away and out of the territory. He stopped tailing me just before I ran out of energy, on the other side of a small border marking stream. The cub was bleeding in numerous places, and so lay down with him for warm, placing him between my front paws."
"His blue eyes were so scared, so full of pain- but he drifted off to sleep and I admit to dozing away also."
"I was woken by a pained wail, and my patient's eyes were glazed with pain. He writhed in my paws, then fell still- sides heaving until his life slipped away like a snowflake melting under the sun. His death touched me deeply, even though I did not know his age, personality or even name."
"I left his body- I had to. Also, I thought that maybe his mother would want closure, something she could gain from following my scent. I didn't think she'd be hanging around in her current territory for much longer."
"The very next day, I sought out a pack. Where do you think I am now?"
Pack
"I am a member of the Arctic Tundra pack. Is that an issue?"
Ranking
"I am a fighter- a rank that I'm perfectly content with."
||Your Appearance||
Color of eyes
"My eyes are a brownish grey colour, more brown than grey, frankly. They hide me well in the shadows, with my left eye having stony hints flecking from the pupil. I actually quite like my eyes, but that's beside the point."
Scars
"From my time as Omega's daughter, I picked up quite a collection! Most are covered my fur now- but if you shaved me bald- a horrible thought!- then you'd find many zigzagging down my flank, chest and forelegs. One noticeable one, which was never covered over by fur, is the slash underneath my muzzle, around my chin. It runs from my lip to my chest, and it nearly cost me my life."
||Deeper Inside||
Crush:
"When you read my history, you'll understand my caution. My mother's love affair plunged her into a world full of more torment that it had been before, and I won't surrender my heart to any wolf unless I'm absolutely certain he's worth it. But, to answer your question, I am without a crush."
Mate
"I'd never take a mate based on looks or rank. Personality is very important to me, and I wouldn't think of taking a wolf as my mate if I didn't love him- which'd mean having a crush on him. And, as I am without a crush, I am without a mate."
Other
Sorry about the really annoyingly ramblish history- I got a little carried away.
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