username: Nutheart
name: Nike (Greek goddess of victory)
gender: Demigirl, prefers she/her pronouns
personality: Nike is a very stubborn, tenacious wolf. She will be stopped by nothing short of grave injury or death when she puts her mind to something. Usually, that something is just survival. You see, Nike lives in the forest, using nothing more than her wits and a few makeshift weapons. She puts up a front of intimidation, staring down all strangers with her burning, fiery gaze. She almost never leaves the woods, and strange wolves beware if you wander into her territory...
But, Nike has a soft side. She isn't entirely a fierce hunter.
She displays utmost gentleness with young creatures, other RPWs included. If a young child wanders into her forest, she will gently lead them back out, making sure they get back as safely as possible. She will also open up a bit more, trying to crack jokes and snuggle up. She absolutely cannot bear to see young'uns in distress.
And, despite being a fierce hunter, many wolves who glimpse her often note that, strangely, she will never harm a deer. The only exception is the mercy killing of very old or wounded deer.
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History: Nike had a very lonely childhood. Her single father was often too busy working to ever pay attention to his child. The lonely little child ended up wandering farther and farther from home, searching for...something better. One night, Nike wandered too far, and she ended up lost in the woods. It was a new moon, casting everything in pitch darkness. Every movement, noise, and shape scared her half to death. She eventually found herself a little den and cried herself to sleep.
But when she rose with the sun, she saw a pale sky through the treetops, heard birds singing, and got to see the forest in the light for the first time.
It was beautiful.
And if she couldn't find her way out, she'd make darn sure she'd live here in this beautiful place.
It was very scary sometimes. She had to learn how to survive by trial and error. She got very sick from eating toxic plants sometimes, her prey often escaped when she hunted, and she often found herself playing the role of prey when she wasn't paying attention.
But with each incident she survived, with each little victory, she grew stronger and wiser.
When she was older, an ordinary deer hunt changed her.
She found herself a nice doe to hunt, and was delighted when she brought her down with relative ease. She was getting ready to haul off her catch when the leaves nearby rustled.
And out stepped a tiny fawn, legs barely supporting her weight.
Nike had just hunted this tiny fawn's mother, and she'd made an orphan. She simply couldn't stand it, and promptly let go of the doe. She crouched down, beckoning the little thing into her embrace. She'd guide this fawn toward another doe to care for her, perhaps...
But the search for a new doe was not going well at all.
And when Nike finally found a doe whose fawn had recently passed away, not only did the fawn cling to Nike's side, Nike found her heart breaking at the thought of her fawn leaving.
The fawn ended up being named Hebe.
Hebe was Nike's only real companion for a long time, following the lone wolf everywhere she went. Even if Nike was up a tree, Hebe was almost always grazing around the roots. Hebe ended up losing her prey instinct, as she was always very well protected by her adoptive mother. Even when she waited patiently on her own while Nike was off hunting, predators tended to steer clear, because Nike always seemed to know when Hebe was in danger, and she'd give up the hunt to save her beloved companion.
Hebe is Nike's oldest and deerest companion, but not the only one.
One day, the doe sniffed out a lost child, strange with smooth skin and ear and tail mutations. Nike was unaware of the intruder's youth at first, and charged out in full attack posture, ready to defend naive Hebe.
But it was just a little boy, looking terrified.
Nike dropped her weapon and approached him slowly, gushing apologies and adopting a more submissive posture. The little boy, Marinus, was unsure at first, but came to accept Nike's apologies, along with her offer to lead him to safety, as the forest was no place for him, she said.
Nike was very surprised to see Marinus show up again several days later. She offered to guide him to safety again, but her instead nervously asked to stay a little longer.
Nike agreed, but only because he was so cute, and because Hebe seemed fond of him.
He'd show up every few days, and he'd stay longer and be a bit more confident. As time wore on, Nike was surprised by how he never aged.
As it turned out, Marinus only looked like a child. He had Peter Pan Syndrome.
Nike soon bonded with him almost as strongly as she did with Hebe. It soon became regular for him to wander timidly into the heart of her territory, sitting there trembling, waiting for his friend to eventually step out of the shadows, Hebe at her side, ready to spend some time with him.
Sometimes, she'd even build a nice campfire for him, get some nice meat cooking, and she'd start telling him stories of her adventures. After enough time, he'd drift off from the warmth of the fire and the tasty meat, and Nike would gently carry him into her den to sleep for the night, curling around him to share her warmth.
