Nantale's history is one she speaks little of. Having traveled a great deal in her short lifetime, this warrior has experienced more life than most wish to ever experience. She's seen large, multiple pack wars; she's seen demented, sick leaders turn on their own. She's seen the love of a brother cause him his death, and the love of a mate cause him his mind. She's seen the inner demons of her own hatred, her own vile, insanity ridden mind cause the only thing in her life, so dear and precious, to be completely worthless. Nantale as seen more then she ever bargained for, and she imagine she'll continue on that path until she simply cannot anymore.
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To ask of details of her past, you'd be risking your life and your limbs. She rarely speaks, and with good reason. She firmly believes that her scars are not conversation pieces; she does not wish to hear your advice on the matter, and no, she doesn't care to fix her leg or regrow her fur from the tattered battle scars.
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Frankly, though, much of her history is a blur; she's lived, she's fought, she's loved and she's forgotten most of all of it. None of it is really so important, and she wishes to continue on that trend. Living day to day, this brute simply wishes to find a place where a home may really be a home, or maybe, perhaps, more then a home. Her past, as she thinks is really not so important as the future. Or at least, some part of her would like to think so. The other parts know it's only a matter of time before things go bad here, too.