Biography

Born in a mountainous snowy area that rarely saw the kiss of summer, her birth pack was a superstitious lot.

She was born on the darkest hour of a cold deep dark stormy night. She alone of her whole litter was black, the rest were white. She alone from nose tip to tail tip was pure black not a single hair of her long thick coat held any other pigment beyond coal black.

Though her body was black as the night she was born, She never lost her pup coloured eyes, in-fact rather then darken like all of her siblings hers only seemed to lighten with age.

This was a bone of contention with the entire pack, They saw her as an evil curse but they did not kill her for fear of some unforeseen retribution. How ever if she died on her own…. So her parents did not care for her, she had to fight for every scrap of food, every drop of milk for if she had tried to suckle once the other pups were finished her matriarch would promptly get up and leave.

She was never given a name only snaps and bites and harsh inuktitut words. Despite the odds she lived, but the aggression and disdain toward her only grew every day she breathed. She found that if she hunted anything her prey would promptly be taken from her and eaten in front of her. To this end became the demise of them; those that she’d never call pack nor family.

The as of yet unnamed young black wolf experimented with herbs, discovered and created a poisonous cocktail. Further experimentation with birds, she discovered her concoction would kill the animals that ate it and if eaten quickly enough would also kill the ones who ate the poisoned animal. With careful timing the black adolescent whom was to small to take on another wolf in a physical fight partly due to her near starvation, managed to entice a young deer to eat the poison among apples she had painstakingly gathered.

Once the deer died, The black adolescent put on a sound show for the pack, mimicking the noises the pack made on hunts and throwing branches and kicking rocks to create more noise to draw the pack, The young adolescent black wolfess then held the poisoned deers throat careful not to get it’s blood in her maw.

The pack drew in and drove her off with snarls and bites stealing her ‘kill’ for their own, even her siblings partook in her 'kill' the pack ate the full deer, they stuffed themselves not saving a single scrap, even eating bones as they taunted her.

Later that night she reveled in every single one of the wolves agonized groans she made sure to look into the eyes of each wolf as the life left them, learning by their groans which ones were dying the soonest. Her large white sire hung on the longest, but she waited him out refusing to give him a single drop of the water he begged for. Telling him she offered him everything he had offered her, and believed herself too.

Soon there was not a soul left to her former ‘family’ and she left having no desire to stay where she had been, in her mind, tortured. Alone in the wilds found life infinity easier, gave herself a name and moved on with a life gained by ending the lives of many others.

She came to the Teekon wilds, very quickly stumbled upon Kynareth Deagon of the Abbey and joined The Saints of the Dying Light

During her across the teekon wilds Jaunt she had stolen a fledgling raven from Raven's watch and is raising it to be a loyal something.. Arlette named him Crawford.