Name: Acka
Gender: Female
Age: 5 Winters
Personality: Acka was once a sweet and loving wolf. She was always not so quick to trust, but once that trust was gained, she would give the wolf whom she trusted many chances…which in the end became a curse. She used to have a motto; there is something good in every living creature. But everything took a sharp change when her cubs were stolen and killed by the one she had trusted the most. Acka’s trust is as close to non-existent as snow in the summer. Abandoned by all those she ever trusted or cared about, Acka has grown bitter. She was once a strong and fairly open wolf where as now she is anti-social and closed off to even her own emotions. But as time wears on she has been recovering. She still remains a wise and deeply cunning wolf with a painfully truthful tongue. Always, she has had a knack for being able to make wolves ashamed of themselves. Flickers of the strength and determination she was once known for can be seen every now and then if you watch her when she thinks she is alone. It has been over a year since she last spoke with one of her own kind and she now, despite her fading anti-social attitude, is finding herself lonely. At night, when she is curled up in the dark shadows, she finds herself whimpering for the company of another. She had once sworn that she was done with friends…done with family…done with packs, but her aching heart and soul push her pride aside…allowing her to try one last time. She is a smart wolf and can easily piece things together. Experience from leading a pack for over 4 years of her life makes it so that she may be calm in the most stressful situations. At her best, Acka can push aside her emotions and personal feelings for the good of those she cares about…which used to be the pack she led. She has trained herself since she was a small cub to be able to clear her mind and open her senses to the world around her. If there is one thing that has never changed about her, it is her ability to walk within the shadows. She is silent and stealthy. Pack wars, fights against humans, other wolves, cougars, dogs, bears, lynxes and many other creatures has broadened her tactical skills. She is excellent at improvising to squeeze the very best out of every situation. She is a deeply skilled fighter, though she would rather solve things with words rather than force. Her fighting style varies and changes with each battle, but her basic skill can only be compared to one other; Kiowa. Both faes trained together and learned from each other. Acka and Kiowa have only lost one fight in their whole lives…Acka to Kiowa and Kiowa to Acka. Acka does not like death and will always hesitate to kill…unless it be with a human who has harmed a wolf or prey. She is a fair hunter, but is better with tactics rather than actually carrying out the plan. She was born a leader and is dominate by nature, but she is smart enough to know how to submit and prove herself in order to work her way up the ranking. There is one more thing that should be known about this confusing femme’s personality and that is her deep burning desire for revenge. Before, she had always considered vengeance pointless. It had never helped. But there was a single exception; Kiowa. The traitor had been like a sister to her. What the ebony wolfess had done to her would never be forgiven, not even after death. If Acka ever met Kiowa again, she would kill her…if it was the last thing she ever did.
Appearance: In her youth Acka was an extremely beautiful wolf, holding a high tone of grace, but now she is a different kind of beautiful. Even in a submissive stance, Acka holds a high amount of elegance. Her step is still graceful, but is also much more experienced. Each fluid movement she makes can be compared with nothing but an ancient dance. Her beauty is at its peak only when she holds herself dominate, for the wisdom etched in her lithe frame becomes more pronounced, as if she was made for nothing but such a position. She is as agile as a cat and near as quick as one as well, but these past few days she has found herself a little bit more short of breath than usual after a hunt. Though she is not yet to the point of old age, the many trials life has given her seem to be catching up with her body. Small and near invisible scars litter her figure. But the wounds of her past have all healed and are covered now by her long pelt. Only a few of these scars are visible and every single one worthy of an action packed story. One such scar traces it’s way across her left cheek. It was in a fight with an alpha when he and his pack had attacked hers. It had been a fierce battle and was the closest thing she had ever known to death, but in the end she had killed him. His last blow had been to her left flank, leaving his mark on her flesh as a lesson she would now carry everywhere with her. Another scar can be seen on her right front leg about half way up where she got in a fight with a cougar. The cat had got along of Acka’s leg with her fangs, nearly crippling her before she and her pack were able to kill it. One other scar, the most visible of all, lies upon her muzzle. It was from a sparing match with Kiowa when things had got a little to heated. Kiowa had her own scar from the same match on her right cheek. But the scars on Acka’s body do not misshape her. In a way, they add to her beauty by adding a certain powerful wisdom to her features.
Then, there are her eyes. Deeper than the night sky and a brighter gold than the midday sun, Acka’s gaze is something to behold. The wisdom in her body is nothing compared to that of which glows fiercely in her eyes. From years upon years of locking gazes with wolves below her ranking until they averted their eyes, Acka’s gaze has become sharp and piercing. The task of meeting such a gaze is a formidable challenge not even Kiowa was able to accomplish. It is almost as if when you first gaze into them, you are falling into their depths…until a piercing fire strikes out at you going straight through your windows and right into your soul, tormenting it with shame and gilt until you can do nothing but look away and save yourself the torture. But such a feat is needed rarely, for there have been few wolves who have not respected Acka enough to avert their gaze. Out of everything about Acka’s appearance, her sharp eyes are always the first thing to be noticed by the observant wolf or human…or any other creature.
Acka’s pelt was pure white when she was first born, but as she grew hints of color tinged her back, head and ears, giving her a mask of light cream and gray which only adds to the wildness in her features. It flows gracefully in lush and silky strands of white, gray, cream and hints of brown and black around her back. Just like any other wolf, she has a shaggy and thick coat in the winter, but hers always seemed more so than was usual. When the winter wind blows and she is standing high atop a hill, her pelt steams around her, rippling and catching the silver moonlight in each silky strand, making her slim, medium sized figure seem to glow with the power she was born to posses.
History: Acka was born in a litter of 3 during a time of starvation in the month of December. Her bother and sister were so tiny that they did not make it more than 3 suns after they were born. When Acka was 5 days old, she opened her tiny eyes and looked out on the world. Her mother, Hailia, was a deep gray wolf with little other color tainting her coat. Her father, Bran, was an ebony black so dark, he could have passed for a shadow. They were good parents to Acka and fed her as much as they could during the hard times. The winter was hard and cold and by the time Acka could walk her parent’s entire pack had been wiped out.
As spring approached the harsh winter dies down, but it was too late for Hailia. Acka’s mother had worked so hard for her daughter that she had gotten very sick. Though the weather turned warmer and the prey began to flourish again, Hailia died. Acka went through the next year of her life, learning from her father about the ways of the hunter and the prey…the ways of the wolf…and the ways of the human. Almost exactly a year after Hailia died Bran fell into a deep pit made by humans with wooden spikes jutting up from the bottom. He was gorged through his side and was beyond help. Though Acka howled and howled, Bran died and Acka was forced to move on as the humans came to claim their prize.
She set off toward a new land and met up with a group of loners. Acka led them in a hunt and they killed a stag and a doe. But before they could even take a bite, Acka spotted a male wolf who was injured lurking towards their kills. She confronted him and he slipped away into the woods. Acka felt sorry for him and went after him. She learned his name was Estel and he had been wounded in a fight. Acka invited him to the kill, but before he could answer a gun went off. Acka heard Lena, a motherly wolf who had just recently adopted a cub whose parents had been killed by hunters, howl in pain. It was not long before she could smell the feae’s blood. Acka tore quickly through the woods, trying to get to Lena in time. As she reached the edge of the patch of trees she saw a human at the edge of the clearing. He was pointing his gun at Lena who was on the ground bleeding. She had not even seen the human as he had shot her in the side the first time. Filled with rage and pain, Acka leapt from the trees and sprinted silently towards him. As she leapt the hunter saw Acka and quickly turned his gun onto her. There was a loud bang and searing pain as a bloody hole appeared in her shoulder. But it did not stop her fury. The force of the blast had put her off balance a little, but she hit the human and knocked him to the ground. Her fangs closed over his wrist, crushing the bones and rendering it useless. Her claws tore into his other shoulder and the shotgun spun away. Acka pressed the man to the ground and turned her deep golden eyes onto his. Pure terror starred back at her…pure terror and ignorance, but no remorse for what he had done. Acka opened her bloody jaws and snarled down at him. He was too petrified to fight back as Acka tore apart his throat, not even giving him chance to scream. The last image the human saw was her deep golden eyes filled with justice. Acka moved away to Lena, but it was far too late. All she could do was watch as the motherly femme lost more and more blood and then…died. But the death was no where near over. More humans were in a camp not far away. There were many wolves who yelled at Acka for her actions of killing the human, saying that his clan would now come after every single one of them. Acka confronted what had become her closest friend, Mecca, and they devised a plan. Mecca called some of her friends to help them and together they raided the camp and killed the humans and their dog. The humans had been wolf hunters…it had been obvious from the furs they slept with.
Once it was over, there was talk of forming a pack. Acka and Mecca both wanted to form a pack out of the loners and lead as Alphess. They were friends and did not want to fight so they spilt into two different packs; the Stormfire, which Mecca led and the Honovi, which Acka led. The wolves were able to choose which pack they wanted to follow. A newly arrived black she-wolf, Kiowa, and Estel followed Acka into a new area. It was not long after that Tyko and many others showed up. Acka and Estel became mates and bred. Kiowa and Acka grew closer with each passing day as they found they had a lot in common. Not to long after they had met, they had a bond stronger than sisterhood. Kiowa became Betan and Tyko, another wolf had gained her deep respect, became Beta. The Honovi pack grew …until the day Kiba came. He was a wolf who served the human who had shot Lena. He was a wolf who hunted down his own kind for the humans who had raised him. His rage was evident as he demanded revenge upon the wolf who had killed his master. He knew the femme’s scent and that femme was the very pregnant Acka. Acka, being a reasonable wolf, met with him and tried to explain why she had done what she had done, but he would not listen. Kiba attacked Acka and Estel, coming out of nowhere, jumped in the way to protect his pregnant mate. The fight was terrible. Fangs and claws and blood flew in a blur of motion and every time Acka stepped forward to help, Estel’s words through her back ”Think of our cubs Acka! Acka howled for the pack, but they would not make it in time. The fight was so fierce that Estel and Kiba had worked their way to the edge of a cliff. Kiba lunged at Estel and knocked him backwards, but the Honovi pack Alpha grabbed onto Kiba’s scruff. Together they tumbled over the steep cliff and into the fog below. Stricken by deep fear, Acka went over the edge of the cliff after her mate, picking her way down the steep edge. It was slippery and she lost her balance for than once, falling and tumbling hard. The bleeding wounds that covered her body were nothing when she slipped one last time and fell all the way to the bottom, her fat belly, already hurt badly, slamming against a rock. She gasped with pain, but crawled towards the figures lying on the ground. Estel and Kiba. Estel’s jaws were closed tightly around Kiba’s neck and the traitor of a wolf was dead. Estel was still alive…if not just by a tread. Acka curled up beside him, crying silent tears as her mate smiled one last time at her. She nuzzled him and licked his neck gently as he died lying right before her. Shock and grief tore her heart and she mourned for her lost love for many moons, but the commitment to the pack who depended on her had her kept her going.
When the time had come, Acka had given birth to all dead cubs…all dead except for one. If you spoke to Acka of this cub she could get a hard look in her orbs and say the cub died at birth with her siblings, but in truth, that was a lie. Kiowa became god mother to Vixen, Acka’s beautiful white cub. Acka had been sad for a few more months after that, in which time more curses pleaded the Honovi pack. There was a cougar attack which nearly killed a member, Condor.
Acka’s daughter grew into a stunningly beautiful adult, but there was something wrong with her. One night, for no apparent reason, Vixen killed two of the males in the Honovi and then ran away. Acka and the rest of the Honovi pack had never known why. Then, a plane crashed in the forest, bringing with it, a 13 year old human girl and an enormous black wolf who liked nothing better than to fight. Acka wanted to help them and tried, but the wolf, Duvessa( not the same as the one here), thought that they wanted to hurt the human girl, Serenity, whom she thought of as a cub. Duvessa attacked Acka, but this time it was Kiowa who jumped in the way. Acka was strong and shouted that she would take care of it, but Kiowa would not hear of it. She would have died for Acka.
Kiowa fought Duvessa and, surprisingly, had won. When it was over, both wolves were baldy injured, but Kiowa had Duvessa pinned with her fangs warningly around Duvessa’s throat. To make a long story short, Duvessa and Serenity became friends with the Honovi pack, but eventually went back to live with humans. Serenity…she was the single human Kiowa and Acka had ever come to like, for she was more like a wolf trapped in the body of a human.
More time passed and then Acka and Kiowa had a huge argument. It all happened during a huge winter storm. On the way to shelter, Kiowa discovered a human infant. Near by was the infant’s parents who were dead, bullet holes in each of their heads. The baby girl had been hidden in some bushes, but Kiowa’s nose had picked up her scent. Kiowa wanted to take the baby to a human village near by so that the humans could take care of it, but the storm was closing in too fast. Because Acka cared deeply for Kiowa, she forbid the Betan from taking the baby until the storm was over. The reached the shelter, a deep cave, but the storm ended up lasting many days. The human child died of starvation before Kiowa could help her. Kiowa hated Acka for the lost life and left the Honovi pack without so much as a good-bye even to her mate, Condor. That was when the rest of the pack began to fall apart. Humans were settling into the Honovi pack territory and as Alphess, Acka made a decision. She broke the Honovi pack a part and told everyone to leave the lands, for the humans had claimed many of the wolf’s lives who lived there.
The pack members had done so and then Acka had traveled after Kiowa, her once faithful Betan and best friend.
She came to a new set of lands, meeting up with a new wolf named Arohkien. Enemies at first, they soon gained deep respect for each other and soon became friends. In the end though, Acka and Arohkien’s paths parted. Acka had lost Kiowa’s trail, but by a stroke of luck, she found it once more. She followed it to a mountain range known as White Wolf Mountains. Acka finally found Kiowa living as a subordinate in a pack called Storm Skies with a mate named Taima and five young cubs. It was not hard for the faes to forget and forgive the past and to once again become friends. It was Kiowa who suggested the reformation of the Honovi pack. Acka had agreed and with Kiowa and Taima as her Betas, Kiowa sought out a lot of the other surviving members of the Honovi pack. Along with some new members, the Honovi pack grew. Many old friends met up with Acka having moved from the old terra due to the problems with the humans. One of the wolves she met up with was Condor, Kiowa’s ex-mate. There was much bitterness between Kiowa and Condor, but they managed to leave the past behind. Through time Acka and Condor grew closer until they fell in love. They became mates and Condor became Alpha of the Honovi pack. Now that they were strong enough, they were to go to war for some pack lands. There was one unclaimed land, but there was a pack known as the Howling Winds pack trying for the land as well. Their leader, though stubborn as hell, finally made a deal with Acka. They would get the territory, but in return the would ban together with the Honovi and take over the Fire Bringers pack lands. The pack had been fading and was weak. It was an easy job.
A little while after the Honovi pack had claimed their new lands, Acka received a shock. Her daughter, Vixen, came back. She explained that the two males she had killed had been abusing her in secret and had threatened to kill her if she told. Acka foolishly trusted her devious daughter. Awhile later, Acka was pregnant with Condor’s cubs. She selected a secluded den dug into the ground by some other creature. Vixen had become Maiden of the Honovi pack. Acka had not wanted many wolves around…only Vixen and Kiowa…no males…not even her mate, Condor. Kiowa had stayed outside of the den as a guard just as Acka had requested and Vixen had been with Acka, deep in the den whilst she went into labor. The labor was long and hard. Three of the cubs had been born dead, but four had been born alive. There were complications during the birth and Acka was completely exhausted and disoriented. She fell into a deep sleep, trusting Vixen and Kiowa to watch over her and her cubs. It was then that Vixen put her plan into action. Silently, she smothered one cub at a time, careful to keep them from making noise. Then, being an extremely good actress, she worked up tears. She carried the cubs, one at a time, to the entrance of the den where she knew Kiowa would burry them. She brought up the last one and buried it herself, tears streaming down her muzzle and cheeks, her whole body shaking with sobs. Kiowa whimpered, full of dread. And then Vixen collapsed and sobbed that Acka had died giving birth to her cubs. Kiowa had been in shock. She trusted Vixen and having loved Acka dearly, did not want to see her friend’s dead body. With a broken heart, Kiowa left her mate and year old cubs once again without saying good bye. Acka had been like a sister to her and the lose of such a true friend pulled the final straw. She left White Wolf Mountains within ten minutes, her grief too strong to bear. It was exactly as Vixen had wanted. When Acka woke up and found her cubs missing and Vixen sobbing with horrible wounds all over her body, her heart broke. What was left of it shattered as Vixen told her that Kiowa herself had attacked her and had then stolen and killed the cubs while Acka had slept. She begged for forgiveness at not being able to defend Acka, but the femme was in the greatest shock of her life. She could not believe that Kiowa would do such a thing…but she had also known that Kiowa had hatred Condor. She tried to make sense of it all, but could not. Kiowa…why would she do it. Her mind invented reasons, pumping adrenaline into her being. She left just as Kiowa had, her pain and anger pulsing in great surges. Vixen had announced to the rest of the pack what had happened only after she had made sure Acka’s scent out of the den had been covered. She told them that Acka had died giving birth to her cubs and all the cubs had died as well. She said that Kiowa had left in sadness…and then…she watched with great pleasure as her mother’s pack broke and fell apart…
Acka traveled for a year in solitude, the hurt of Kiowa’s betrayal causing her to snap. She drew away from her kind, staying in the darkness until finally her heart forced her back into the light…more than a year later. She has come to the lands of Soul of the Wild, her steps strangely familiar as she felt the tug of fate draw her onwards towards these lands. From loners here and there she has learned of the basic outlines of the lands and its packs. Amarth, the malicious. Skah, the kind. Isa’fea, the spiritual and Din’dea, the shadow walkers.
It is a chance to finally start a new life, far enough away that the past can no longer haunt you. There may be happiness yet before my life is over… The lithe she wolf moved carefully over the lands in the direction of the Din’dea pack lands…hoping that she might finally find a future without her past…
If she only knew….