Name: Kumouku E. Rakesho
Gender: femme fatale
Age: 2 years
Pack: ---
Rank: ---
Appearance: Her appearance is as ordinary as any, and even the most genocidal of vagrants could relate to her pelt, stride, power, endurance, stealth, and agility. Sleek and shine of a gray pelt clings to her elegant, seductive figure, each and every curve a feature of beauty and grace. Triangular auricles carry about their rims, charcoal gray hairs that too can be located within the ear, in the center most region within a forest of tawny variances. A thin, dark streak can easily be seen to run casually down the foremost portion of her well proportioned skull until the region just slightly above the transition to the muzzle. The upper regions of her crania are blessed with a soft, smokey gray, eyes of amber that reside just below to show her emotions when comfortable, and camouflage them whenever necessary. Below these orbs of liquid gold, an even softer shade of gray marks it’s domain, extending slightly towards the cheeks, and eventually, about the maw, down to the chin, until one can see that it encircles the lower facial region. The uppermost of the muzzle is a fine tawny variant that abruptly gives way to a positively light gray, nearly ivory in tint, perhaps a centimeter or less before reaching the obsidian, leathery nostrils, and as one’s eyes descend the female’s physiognomy. The entirety of her elegant and beautiful visage is surrounded by a very well formed and shaped wreath of fur, adding volume and a regal appearance. From the back of her neck and positioning on her elastic shoulders and supple back resides the charcoal gray that can be found upon her audits and the strip down her forehead.
Descending, the shade gradually lightens in as intricate patterns as a quilt until eventually, the pelt is a very light shade of gray at the digits. Her tassel is a well formed appendage pelt wise, and is shaped fully and thickly. Her limbs are long and lithe and limber, owing much to her natural extended gait of walk, trot, lope, and a full gallop. She tends, if an obstacle is positioned in her path, to leap it, even if it is quite undemanding to proceed around. The size of this fae is not anything to be considered something of greatness, in fact, it is quite the average. However, perhaps the most ideal, for under average would more than likely limit her strength, and over average would decrease what stealth and agility (this may not be true for all however, for even the largest of canines may be able to achieve great stealth and top speeds of gait, and the smallest could very well be the strongest). Her stride as mentioned earlier on, is often extended, covering as much ground as possible without it being intentional, her step slightly higher than what would be classed as the norm which allows for such a pace. Her stance is usually high, which she must pay great attention to when in the presence of higher ranking wolves, for fear of showing any disrespect. As her stance, her eyes are perhaps her most noticeable feature. Ku holds an uncanny ability to survey one’s personality and rank simply by giving them a “once-over”, and as well, she tends to allow her amber gems to wander such that she may find herself gazing into another’s eyes simply for the chance to discover any inner emotions one may leave lying around for her cunningly prying eyes to take hold of.
Personality: Though seductive, Kumouku is too humble and modest to ever admit to her beauty. Of course, she is a wild animal, and beauty can only be described so far, for there are no absolutely gorgeous, deathly seductive canines, however, she is quite beautiful in the eyes of a prospective male(s) who may chance upon her, keeping in mind that all have their own tastes and point’s of view. She is relatively outgoing, though a sliver of her mind shades itself in timidness, and so she will not go out of her way to get to know every being she chances upon whether in her travels or within a pack. Her morals are pure, bearing in mind too that she is again, a wild animal, and if provoked reasonably she will fight and act in violence. She takes only what she needs to survive when it comes to hunting however, and she takes pride in her knowledge and understandings at nature. Clever she is too and so one must often be careful of how they use their words, for they may just be retorted with a riddle or small speech. For her age, her mind is very well in tune with the ways of the world, and from her experiences, she realizes that nothing is candy coated, and never will be. A balanced combination of realistic and optimistic, she never looks at the glass being half empty, but doesn’t butter things too much up either by looking at every situation as the glass being half full. Often she is one to give good advice to those in need if she understands to the fullest extent. Against “evil” and malice, heinous deeds and dirty trickery as it were, she instead turns to the light in times of darkness, understanding too that differences are often in actual fact, similarities. This fae could, in some cases, be described as a hopeless romantic, often flirtatious and one to eye attractive males should one happen to cross her path. If however, she finds someone, she is extremely loyal, “like a rock” perhaps some might jest.
History: Not all of one’s past is truly tragic as many seem to pity themselves and dwell upon the prospect. Kumouku is in truth, no different than the rest of the canis genus, and she doesn’t believe that she is in the least. Her past experiences have not marred her life to an unbearable extent that has caused her to shift her personality alignment, become more aggressive or introverted. No, the memories and images do not haunt her dreams to ensure she wakes in a cold, shaking sweat, nor do they tamper with her current instincts or habits. However, everyone has a story that could make one rethink their meaning upon the earth, and this is her version of just that...Junova, panting heavily, began licking her four pups to stimulate them as they lay beside her, sightless and hairless, struggling on tiny legs to suckle. Something wasn’t right...long since the last, or what she though to be the last pup to be born, she now cried out in pain as the last and largest pup entered the birth canal. Her excruciating pain intensified, side heaving, breathe heavy, leathery lips pulled back into an expression of suffering. It seemed hours before the pup finally passed successfully, Junova’s every ounce of energy sapped from her selfishly by the very last, but hardly the smallest of her litter. Her life sacrificed for the birthing, eventually, her breathing ceased to exist, her chest silent and unmoving, her head slowly met the cave floor with closed eyes.
Perhaps by coincidence, her mate Malenor entered the cave, for usually, a mother would not even allow her mate to approach the newly born pups. “Junova I -” but he cut himself off almost immediately when his eyes met the sight of his motionless mate, beside a litter of five. His eyes widened and his mouth opened in fear as if to cry out, however he could not summon even the slightest sound for his tongue to deliver in speech. Instead, he tentatively stepped over her, his crania reaching down to nuzzle her lifeless body. His muzzle sought her own and he flicked his tongue out across it in a gentle arc. Perhaps he searched for some sort of life almost hopefully, though he knew it wouldn’t come. The pups were left motherless, he himself left loveless...he almost couldn’t bare to leave her side, but he forced himself to remove the two stillborns from the den and bury them at the forest’s edge.
Six months later the pups had grown with the aid of a substitute mother by the name of Hiera (her own litter had been a population of three stillborns), the pack’s Maiden. Malenor had pleaded with her to take his pups under her wing after Junova’s death, and she had agreed, still in disappointment of her own litter. And so, she took on all motherly aspects for Malenor’s pups, he himself being quite reserved from them, rarely around to nurture them with fatherly love. He claimed that his position of Gamma was time consuming and required much attention, but it was more the fact that he no longer felt an attachment to the pups after his mate’s death. At times, he would even refuse to see them, snarling at them if they approached him and berating them if they made their stay longer than mere minutes. However, Kumouku, Salidae, Nukoma, and Resho were not his main figures to lash out at. His main target was Raze, in fact named for his finalization of the destruction of his mother. This pup was different somehow too, for his ideas were not the general pack orientation of pure, but increasingly evil as time seemed to wear on. His eyes, if he became angry, seemed to darken, and he became increasingly defiant and rebelious. Kumouku maybe, was the only one who noticed what with her keen sense of the personalities of those around her, especially with four brothers whom she needed to predict the actions of lest she be tackled to the ground and have her ears yanked, playfully of course, but annoying it was. But Raze it seemed, was never around, he never played like the others, and was much more serious, more serious than any other pup ought to be. She noticed his cannibalism and pre-genocidal behavior much earlier than anyone else ever could. If ever there was a dead member of the pack, he would almost excitedly volunteer to dispose of it. However, when he returned, traces of blood could be noted upon his maw. His excuse: “Oh...I managed to bag a bunny on the way back...” he said with a strained chuckle, for he was, let it be pointed out again, serious, never cracking a joke or even a smile, though when he needed to, he attempted to put a slightly humerus emphasis on it. As well, he seemed to hang around the battle scene of raids or wars, and the reason should seem obvious by this time.
Just days before the age of one year (of the litter), Hiera mysteriously disappeared, with no reason or trace. Of course, Ku began to grow highly suspicious of this, yet had absolutely no fact to run with her reasoning, and everyone else seemed oblivious to the fact that it had something to do with the youngest son of Malenor and the deceased Junova. Raze had seemed to disappear at the very time that Yoko did, however he, unlike his unfortunate victim, returned. But would anyone notice this valuable piece of information? But of course not! And leave it to him to generate for himself, a believable alibi.Two weeks after their success of reaching one year of age, Raze led the other three males to one of his favourite regions of the pack territory: Satan’s edge, a massive 52 meter cliff cresting a rapid river below. His brothers thought nothing of it, for they felt it a good time to spend with their brother that they rarely frolicked or brawled with. Raze left Kumouku behind because he knew that she noticed his antics, he knew that she suspected him of so much. He couldn’t risk it. While four vargs entered the region, only one returned, he with a heinous expression in his eyes, not of amusement however, for he was not amused. Only the slightest traces of blood stained his maw; he was a very neat eater after all. He needed to be.
Finally, he went for Malenor. He assured him that he was escorting him to the Alpha who had very important and exciting news for him. Raze of course delivered this false information in a dull tone, uninterested in anything but ending the life of the father that hardly ever looked at his offspring. He led him down a steep slope on the left side of the very cliff where he had led Salidae, Nukoma, and Resho, but led his father to the river’s edge below instead, quite evasive of the edge of the cliff where the final destination of his three brothers had been. Little did he know, that Kumouku was onto his scheme, however she was not prepared for anything that she was about to witness or hear in the foliage of which she hid downwind. “Now Raze, where is lord Anayah?” asked Malenor, slightly excited that the Alpha asked specifically for him. At this Raze rolled his eyes and replied dully “Perhaps he’ll be late. He mentioned something about business he had to attend to before he came here.” but he turned to his father face on, for when he replied at first he had his back to Malenor, “You speak of the Alpha so highly, yet you speak of your offspring with a toss of your head? I suppose you wouldn’t even know where my siblings were at the moment would you?” he said with a placid glare, a quick arch of his brow before he turned once again away from his father. “Let me see if I remember correctly, for it has been a productive day on my part...indeed.” he mused, pausing a moment and continued, “Salidae and Nukoma went quickly of course, too exuberant for their own good. Assumed I’d finally wanted to play and so I got my jaws to their throats easily. One after the other I did...” he said, and though it sounded as if he was proud, he merely expressed it in this way to draw his conclusion out further, perhaps even to attract some sort of emotion from Malenor who began to back away from Raze slightly, cowering low to the ground, his son turning slowly to face him with a grin revealing that his left cheek was nearly gone. Malenor hadn’t noticed this at all as Raze had managed to only face him with his left side. Now, an exaggerated lip line held it’s place on the right side of his face, a mark of Resho’s retaliation as he had attempted to grasp Raze’s throat however he had ducked and instead Resho had come out with a fairly large piece of cheek flesh. Not a horrible injury, perhaps even promoting to his character. “Ah, Resho put up more of a fight he did, however I managed to make him believe that his sibling’s deaths were his fault and then manipulated him into leaping off the cliff. ” Raze shook his head almost in remorse, but Ku could see the darkness in his eyes. Unmistakable.
When he’d finished explaining thoroughly, Malenor pleading for mercy, Raze leaned towards him to whisper something Kumouku could not hear, and seized the back of his father’s neck. His spinal cord became severed because of the clever angle Raze had attempted and as he crumpled to the ground, Raze did not dispose the body in the river, oh no. He ate him. He tore the flesh from the bones and devoured the corpse, leaving little for the crows that had gathered rounf his feet to be served their meal. Raze rose high in stance, placed a remorseless eye upon what was left of his victim and treaded away from the scene, leaving only the sound of the crows bickering in his wake.
When he left completely, Kumouku shakily got to her feet and hastened her pace into the forest at a frightened lope. However, as she began to run, she realized that she wasn’t going back to her pack. What would she do there? Tell them of the multiple deaths? And then what? No, she felt the best route was miles away from the scenes she’d witnessed. She’d tried to close her eyes but the sounds were much worse. Either way, she had to endure what Raze had done. She felt remorse for her brothers, but not Malenor. She’d barely known him anyway, and she’d stayed clear of him when she had the chance to speak with him. She wondered greatly however, what it was Raze had whispered in Malenor’s ear before slaying and feasting upon him. As she thought, her gait led her far, far away from her home and most importantly, Raze, her demonic, genocidal brother. When her departure seemed finalized to her anyways, she uttered a psalm of sorrow and remorse, heard by all within earshot, which seemed, only to be the crows within the forest.
Aquaintances Residing in Soul of the Wild: Spade Rahiem
Nickname: Ku
Mate: ---