Name: Dulcie
Age: 5
Gender: Female
Appearance: She has a mightily vicious glare, with two orange eyes like beacons even when gloom obscures the rest of her body. These eyes are by far her most striking feature – without which, she would be rather a Plain Jane amongst wolves. Dulcie has smatterings of burnt gold throughout her coat, especially covering her ears and the bridge of her muzzle, tainting her otherwise white throat and belly, but the rest of her is patterned with brindled grey, the same as the average wolf. The only distinctive feature of her pelt is that it is particularly long, hinting that she has come from an area where her pack has adapted to icy coldness; this fur forms an elegantly pointed ruff around her face that accentuates its sharpness.
She does not have a naturally over-muscled build, so she does not have the edge that a large male might in throwing his weight around. Nor, indeed, is she incredibly slender, so a nippy little female would perhaps better her in running rings round her with speed. What she does have is experience, leading her to develop a keen eye and technique, which is really rather necessary for the aggressive little brat.
Personality: She’s an aggressive little brat. What more do you need to—oh, alright. More.
Dulcie is perhaps a little overconfident, but not to the point where she has no reason to be self-assured at all. She’s no wimp. She just chooses to oppose other wolves more often than is really necessary sometimes, just because she thinks she can. In other words, she likes to get her own way, all the time; she leaves a little trail of eggshells after her wherever she goes and any wolf who dares to approach her has to first navigate their way across them, trying to speak to her without provoking the madam’s dulcet tones to those of a screaming banshee. Most of the wolves she gathers around her will only be tolerated in her presence if they are eager to please her.
The problem is, she makes no idle threats. If she threatens to rip a wolf’s ears off, and she is angered still further, she will actually try to rip said wolf’s ears off. If she fails to rip said wolf’s ears off at the precise moment she says she will, her fury will cook and fester for a little while in her head until she thinks of an adequate plan for revenge. She will then laugh as she carries it out.
Of course, she can’t always get everything she wants, and when things go wrong, her feeling of shame and failure is paramount; she’ll slink away with her tail between her legs. No doubt, however, any wolf who experiences this will soon realise that she’ll come back like a bad smell to haunt them and they’ll be subject to a relentless grudge of massive proportions, for Dulcie is spitefulness in a fur coat.
History:
When Dulcie was a pup, her favourite words were, ‘I want’.
They’re still the same now, really.
She had three siblings; one brother and two sisters, and all of them were subject to her over the top attitude. She had to stop behaving so badly when there were adult wolves around, but when they weren’t, she would meanly hurt the other pups if they didn’t play how she wanted to play. All three of them grew up with scars that they had received as early as a few months old from her treatment, although she eventually learned that she would be most severely reprimanded for such behaviour.
She didn’t appear to mellow at all when she came of age. As the pup of the alphas, South and Carmina, she felt the need to inherit that position herself, despite the fact that it was obvious that her parents were leaning towards the gentle and responsible leadership qualities of her brother, Karma. This wasn’t something she was going to stand for. At first, she started pushing and poking verbally to try and get her way, just about little things – how much of the latest kill she could eat, where they would hunt next – and eventually she started throwing her weight around physically. The pack was coming more and more under her influence and she dwarfed her brother, who was too uncertain to challenge her.
There was a huge amount of tension building up in the group of wolves, but they tolerated this strange, depraved and wanton personality for a long time. It was easier, they thought, to just let Dulcie get on with things, despite the fact that she was acting as if she were the alphess. Her parents were alphas in title, but it was her cutting voice that made the decisions. It wasn’t until Dulcie’s brother finally snapped that anything happened, and he challenged her to a fight – a fight that she would have won, easily, had it not been for the release of the pent up conflict of the rest of the pack. They had leapt in to defend her brother, and by force of numbers circled her. Whilst a more unpleasant pack might have killed her, they in effect subjected her to a trial and banished her from their lands. She tried her best to stay and to fight back and eventually had to be chased away, her tail between her legs.
After licking her wounds and trying to save face by shouting at them from the borders of the territory (this actually lasted several weeks) she realised that the land she’d left was now closed to her forever. The only other thing she could do was to try to seek her fortunes elsewhere.