Name:Zyattiath(Zi-Athie-ith)
Age:3 summers
Gender:Female

Physical Description: One might think one of her nature would lean more towards the side of not taking care of herself and not really caring about what she looks like. Yet this is far from the truth. Zyattiath is a clean freak and absolutely hates it when her pelt gets dirty. At least with mud or other debris, she doesn't care as much if it gets stained with alittle blood from a fight. Yet sometimes even that will just tick her off enough to start a fight to the death. The other wolves death of course. The warm thick fur that covers her body is mostly silver and white. White runs from her underbelly and down the inside of her legs... Also touching to her chin, blending nicely with the silver hued in her pelt. Around her tail and the edges of white there is some rust colored fur that adds to her beauty. These markings are deep and add contrast to her pelt.

Frame is sculpted with the most elegant of things in mind. Small dainty frame is fine and flowing. Long elegant pillars are strong and muscular, running into small dainty paws at the ends. Her long feathered tassle is elegant and she often times holds it high in a authoritive manner around others. Frame is sculpted that of a female, curves enchant her beautiful frame like it does none other. Yet all these traits come from her mother lineage, on her fathers side she has his deep wise face. Deeply carved facial features give her a angelic appearance. Optics are perfectly upon her dial as her somewhat pointed muzzle adds to this appearance. Eyes are deep gems that draw you in, these gems are hued the colors of emerald. Along the outskirts of her raven colored pupils sit small flecks of amber that reflect even the faintest rays of light. Simply she is a work of art of Mother Nature... A work of art that could bring tears to your eyes because it was so beautiful upon first appearances. Even the most beautiful of wolven can be rotted straight to the core.


Personality: Although the thoughts within her would bring shivers to even the darkest of wolven, her expression is usually rather stoic. Calm and collected she stays using her ways to pry things from wolves she thinks hide things from her. Zyattiath doesn't need to even suggest that another has commit a crime, just mention the possibility of it to let them know that yes indeed she knows and she will get it out of them. As stoic as she is she is as wicked as they come. She herself is not afraid to get her ivories dirty if someone as swayed her the wrong way. Personally she thinks no one should have to put up with thick headed wolven so they should be purged from the earths atmosphere. Stupidity is something that lights a very short fuse within her, she can put up with it to a point and then just as calm as she can be... Zyattiath can fly off the handle so to say.

A great talent of hers seems to be to cause discomfort among those she doesn't totally care much for. Yes she finds pleasure in this, not physical discomfort... Just discomfort itself. Although she seems to cause trouble among those around her she is rather intelligent. Yet what is one of intelligence suppose to do with it if she doesn't keep those beneath her in check. One could rule the world with the right strategy to go with persistence. Perhaps one day she would rule over everyone. Zyattiah is one of persistence towards this goal, yet she has the ruthless behavior to get her all the way there. She has no remorse for the death of those that stand in her way.

As evil as it may seem that she wouldn't care about ones death. Zyattiath sees it just all as a way of life. There is a cycle, they are born live and die and then their bodies are returned to the mother earth to aide in plants growth. Therefore they would never truly die, just change forms. Yet even with all this in mind, she tries to make pack life more like that of a family. Keeping ties those within the pack was important to her, yet those that aggravated her she would simply kill or banish from the lands. More so likely kill so she wouldn't have to deal with them later. Banish if they where that pathetic that it wouldn't matter if they were dead or alive.


History: What exactly was normal? It was something her parents and pack members had always told her she wasn't. It had taken her a long time to realize that it wasn't exactly what she wasn't that made her abnormal to them, more so what she was. Being born into the pack where everyone was taught manners and expected to act just as their parents had, wasn't something Zyattiath was prepared to deal with. As a pup she wanted to be her own wolf, not a mimicking copy of her parents.. Why would she ever want to do that? Then eventually after she took over the world everyone would be the same because they would all have to act like she did. Even from a very young age it was known she was the dominate one of the litter... Even though her size stated other wise. Even when her old brother tackled her she would use her small size to wiggle from his grip and always came out on top... No matter how long it took her. To her time wasn't something she had to worry about, it wasn't as if she was old and rotting away. So for the moment she had all the time in the world.

As they grew the rest of the Oriah pack saw that she was indeed different and criticized her parents for raising such a wolf as her. Yes she was pretty much considered a outcast and unfit as a Alphen heir by the entire pack, expect for her parents of course. They thought somehow she would change. Other considered to be dark, or cursed so to say and often times stayed away from her... making her feel sucluded from the pack. This only angered her and made her more sinister then ever. Why was she considered so different? After all she was only being who she was inside... Who her soul told her to be.

By the time she had reached a year of age even her parents had gotten the same idea about her. Usually they would have supported her, yet now they seemed to just push her away and work on getting her siblings ready for alpha ship. Slowly she watched, divsing a plan that would bring a downfall to them all... Yes even her parents where on her bad side now. They where her parents shouldn't they love her even if she was different from the kind pack she was born into? Or at least that was the impression she had gotten as she grew older... Perhaps she was wrong. After all she was different remember? Maybe her ways of thinking were far from what they should of been... Should she be thinking kind thoughts about her siblings? Or plotting their deaths as she was now? All she wished to do was make their deaths long and painful...Extended, make them beg for it before her... Being the merciful wolven she was would grate that plea.

First on her list was Luko... He seemed to be the favorite and the one most likely to be chosen as the alpha to be. Well this all made sense, he was a male... That gave him a lead start right off the bat. His frame was large and his dispostion was much like that of her fathers... Stoic and authoritive, none the less he was kind and helpful to all in the pack. What a pathetic excuse for a wolf, everyone knew in the end you where in it for yourself. One day she followed him to the pond, his frame relaxed as he began to lap water... Her frame was almost half the size of his... And yet he would fall easy, she knew this he was to trusting. Walking past him she walked about knee high into the waters and looked back at him and splashed water his way 'playfully'. Her expression mimicking that of kind wolfs. He looked to her for a moment in disbelief... " What you don't want to play anymore? Am I to different for you?" Looking away she lowered her head in a pout sniffling softly as she looked to him with those big emerald gems. Wading into the water he stopped beside her and smiled uncomfortably. Looking into the water she watched as little fish darted around her paws. As he followed her gaze he became distracted with the fish. Smirking she gently grabbed his scruff, he resisted and she giggled... Pillars tangled themselves among his and then swiped his feet from beneath him. His scruff was held firmly beneath her teeth as she held her brothers muzzle beneath the waters surface. His struggle was one she had expected and so she wedged her feet between rocks to anchor her frame down. Soon his frame stopped moving she released him.

Without looking back she walked from the pond and left the lands. Let this be a lesson for the rest oo them. Different wasn't always bad. Yet this time they had been right. She was different, in that fact she wasn't afraid to get her teeth stained with anothers blood. Slowly she killed off the rest of her sibling... One for everytime she returned to the lands. Then she left her parents to deal with dispare for no longer did they have a alphen heir. Remember she was too different to be with them. Feeling relieved with their deaths she finally left the lands for good... Ready to start a new pack for those who were much like her... Together she would lead them to take over the world. Or at least the neighboring pack lands.

...In the end all would bow down to her, Yet from fear or loyalty she cared not...

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