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Full Name: Rheia
Subspecies: ¼ Plains Wolf, ¼ Rocky Mountain, ½ Grey
Sex: Female
Age: 2+ (March 2015)
Birthplace: λαβύρινθος
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        Sea foam cresting dark rocks in a storm; pale, violent, unkempt. Her eyes are tempestuous sea green.

♦ Quite an emotional being, but tries her best to bottle those emotions.
♦ Easily swayed by a good story, she could be considered gullible or naive.
Awkward as heck around the male gender due to limited exposure.
♦ Can talk for hours about the moon and doesn't realize how weird that is (yet).
Adventurous: she sometimes takes things a little too far in her excitement, but means well.
Proud of her heritage and her family and always, always missing them.


When it was discovered that the priestess Antiope had given in to her base desires, she was punished. The punishment did not come because of her indulgence, but in the many choices surrounding it. Should her suitor have been chosen by the sea as tradition dictated, been one of their own, the indiscretion would have been forgiven. To have chosen instead to bed a terrestrial beast out of season and without the blessing of the mothers was blasphemous enough to the Nereides. Chrysothemis, the girl's mother, took the shame upon herself and dealt with things accordingly. Antiope was excommunicated (some say, with insistence from the very mother who claimed to love and care for her), and the pair lived together until which point that she gave birth.

The single child was an innocent victim throughout this ordeal. She was born to a mother that wished to love her yet felt only grief, and a grandmother set firm in her conviction and traditions. Before long Antiope grew ill; she refused to be tended by Chrysothemis and denied the presence of her newborn daughter. As the days progressed and the mother continued to lose herself, Chrysothemis knew that a choice had to be made. She took the child and found her way home with the hope that the sisterhood would be forgiving - this poor girl child could surely serve the mothers, could she not?

Rheia, as they named her, was taken in by the sisters with many promises lauded upon Chrysothemis and then, thinking of her sickly daughter, the woman departed again to seek her out. This would end in tragedy of course, as Antiope had wasted away to nothing - perishing to her sickness. She grieved the loss of her daughter during the return trip, mentally committing to the protection and care of Rheia. Yet when Chrysothemis returned, the girl was gone - and she was met only with hostility by her sisters. The heartbreak of these discoveries did not dissuade her from finding her grand-daughter, and when she learned of the girl's fate, Chrysothemis set off again.

The babe had been cared for by the sisters, but it had been decided that the babe would be a detriment to the family rather than a boon; she arrived at a time of political upheaval during a poor season, and the family could not help her. Yet they did not abandon her entirely. She, along with a lowly consort as a guardsman and a messenger, was sent inland to a mountainous region where a foothold had just been established. There were women living at the base of a great mountain - mostly young, like Rheia's forgotten mother - and they would be expecting their first children soon. This family took to Rheia with haste; she was a true blessing to these girls who had yet to face the struggle of adulthood in earnest.

This family - Labrynth they named themselves - was so far removed from the lives of their coastal sisters that different traditions and teachings became their strength.

Rheia grew up among these women, fell in love with her mountain home, and thrived. They taught her of the mothers in their way; the moon, which they worshiped more fully than the sea, became a friend to her as she grew. Rheia would ask the moon many questions. She would sleep on the highest plateau of the mountain (a sacred place where she would secretly hide-out and wait for night) - sometimes though, merely to watch it wax and wane. Of course, she could not discern true answers in this way and would often query her sisters about what was on her mind. As she matured, this became more and more focused on her parentage. By the time she was old enough to join the sisterhood in earnest as a Neophyte she could not focus upon the lessons, and the sisters grew uncomfortable.

Following celebrations for Rheia's first birthday, she was approached by an old woman who claimed to be searching for her daughter. It was not often that strangers were welcomed in to the mountain home and so Rheia, charmed by this story, did not find anything wrong with showing the woman around. It wasn't until they were alone among the corridors of the caverns that the woman corrected herself: she told Rheia that they were family, that her daughter had perished after giving birth. It was a strange way to meet her grandmother - stranger still that the sisters found them soon after the story had concluded and Chrysothemis was escorted away. Rheia did not know what to believe but her heart went out to the stoic old woman nonetheless.

The sisters quieted any question Rheia had after that. They made sure to fill her days with study, worship, and consistency so that she would have no time or energy left for contemplation outside of the faith. The girl welcomed this at first. The old woman had brought many questions to light for her and she was afraid. Yet the older she got and the more she tried to adhere to the ways of her family the more out-of-place she felt. Rheia wondered of all the things her mother had been taught, the knowledge of the seaside sisters, and what she could learn from Chrysothemis. She persisted in her studies but the older women could tell that she was distracted, and worried for Rheia's future.

Day after day went by, and the quiet life of the mountain people was just... Not enough for Rheia. She had never expressed any desire to leave previously, nor any true calling to become anything more than a priestess of the moon; maybe it wasn't so much that she was tired of the mountain (she loved her family, loved the catacombs with their moss-caked floors and chasms of pure sunlight) but more like she was missing something. Rheia wanted to know her grandmother. She wanted to know what her own mother was like, and what sort of people she came from, and there was an intrinsic understanding that she could not learn those things here among the Labrynthians.

She tried asking for an escort to the seaside, much to the horror of her superiors. She tried reasoning with them - ("It won't be long! Just a week or two!") - but it fell upon deaf ears. They worried that this girl whom they loved and cared for, who was likely set to inherit so much beyond just their knowledge, would abandon them. They could not forbid her questioning nature - it was something they had cultivated and nurtured for many months - but they had to do something before Rheia was swept away from them. Whether that incited their decision to make her a priestess (and one of the youngest among them) or not, she was soon preparing for her final rituals and the distraction kept her from wondering too much.

The night came - the moon was full, the sisters were arranged upon the plateau in worship, and they waited for the arrival of their newest priestess. They waited as the clouds shifted among the trees like webbing - watched as it drifted in to the valley from their vantage point, and then the sky began to brighten. Together they lifted their voices in song but it was not the song of triumph they wished to sing - in praise to the mother moon - but one of mourning. Their sister was gone.

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