Name: Caelilith (pronounced KAY-lil-lith)
Age: Five winters (5 years)
Gender: Femme (Female)
Appearance:

A build long-legged and slender, semi-petite head with a finely-chiseled muzzle. The wolf's thick pelt is mostly various hues of buff, back and head a menagerie of greys, blue-greys and grey-browns with hints of pitch-black. Right back paw is missing a toe, and the right front is missing two toes; these were bitten off in a fight with another wolf (see "History" below). The creature's face is cursed with various old scars, a tribute to her bad temper and oft-aggressive personality. Even her eyes show this; while one is a yellowish-greenish sort of amber, the other is milky white with a dark grey centre, a scar running through it---she has been blinded in this eye. As her structure suggests, she is built for speed and agility; her muscles are lithe, with decently-built hips, and and she could be best described as "streamlined". Often mistaken for a child, the femme does not look her age, but closer to two or three, and she uses this to her advantage. Her paws are wide, due to the fact that she was born in a northern country, specially made for running through thick snow. Her tail comically resembles a feather-duster, or to those of the four-legged kind, perhaps an oblong bush. Finally, her teeth are slightly yellowed, small but sharp, her tongue large and fat, comically contrasting her muzzle size.

The femme's scent is a musky mixture of dried blood and one other scent that is difficult to describe, but is best said to be rotting leaves in a riverbed. When she proudly unleashes a howl from her throat, it is high-pitched and brazen, as if to show the world she is not afraid. When the femme walks, she moves swiftly, trying to be as quiet as possible, like quicksilver.

Personality:

She looks sweet and innocent from afar, but when one comes close enough, you know that she is a fighter. Ruthless in battle, she is not one to be crossed with, and is as bold as a rooster; she will often skirt along the boundaries of packs without giving a care. She's as stubborn as a bull, that Caelilith; she won't take no for an answer and will always try to get her way. Her biggest downfall, though, is the fact that she is easily intimidated by authority figures (i.e. Alphas, Betas, etc.) that show considerable strength, and those figures are the only ones she'll follow. She has a schaudenfreude-esque, dry, sarcastic sense of humour, therefore she enjoys making others squirm for her entertainment and laughs at the most idiotic things. A bloodlust runs through her veins, and she loves picking fights, hence the reasons for all those scars on her face. Romance is one of the things that makes her gag, and if she were to follow an Alpha, she'd be the one who would go out and rend apart those who seek a mate outside of the pack or try to find one without the Alpha's prior permission. A suckup to anyone she tries to rule, she'll gladly be used as a metaphorical doormat, but wants something in return to better herself. She's also obnoxious and loud, and prefers following her own way instead of following a set plan, unless she is forced to do so. She's also quite superstitious, and has several odd quirks (i.e. circling a kill once before eating it, howling for ravens to come before she eats, looking for a hawk before she goes hunting, etc.) that she believes will bring good fortune. All in all, she's a nasty, filthy little thing, but probably a bloodlusting Alpha's dream warrior.

History:

In the beginning, there was a den, carved into a barren, icy hillside in the north. There, a she-wolf cried out as she gave birth to the last of her litter, a litter of six pups that was mostly fine and healthy. A blizzard raged outside, and the wolfess was exhausted; not only had she been travelling for days, but she had been on the run from an angry Alpha.

Yes, in the beginning, the mother of Caelilith was a lone she-wolf who had dared to mate with a pack subordinate.

The wolfess had ran and ran from her home, fearing for her life, for her children's life, afraid that she would be killed if found out. Therefore, she had come to this small patch of wood in the middle of a snowy plain, hoping to live in peace with her beautiful litter of six. Four males, two females; however, one of the females and one male had been stillborn, and the wolfess wept for them. After burying them outside the den, the mother wolf went back to caring for her children, nursing them to weanlinghood.

As time went on, the snows began to receed as best as they could in the north, and spring came. Because she had no one else to take care of her, the female had become very thin, forced to go out on hunting trips and leave her children alone just to survive. This caused a lack of discipline to arise, and as such, the litter became an unruly one. Caelilith---being one of the last born and the only girl among boys---was often picked on by her littermates when there mother wasn't around, shoved around and wrestled with against her will. She became bitter, angry at her mother that nothing was done, feeling a great injustice had been done against her. This festering sore within her heart only grew more and more painful as Caelilith grew along with it.

When the time came that Caelilith was a yearling, she was dared by one of her brothers to venture into the forest that circled the plain like a barricade, the only thing seperating Caelilith's mother's past from what the wolfess was now. Although she had been told several times by her mother never to venture there, she did exactly that, and to make sure she didn't chicken out, her brother Falkyn went with her.

Nothing but tragedy followed.

Naïve to the ways of the pack, Falkyn and Caelilith came across a trio of scouts for one of the packs that had made their home in the forest. Refusing to leave the boundaries of the pack borders, Falkyn and Caelilith found themselves attacked, fighting back fiercely as best they could. Caelilith, in all her brazen demeanour hammered into her by her brothers, gouged out the eye of one of the scouts, angering the other two. They attacked her on both sides, and she was unable to escaped their wrath as they tore at her own face. Falkyn fled, too cowardly to defend his own kin, leaving Caelilith to fight for herself.

The young she-wolf did not return that night.

A couple of days passed; Caelilith's mother was both frantic and furious. Fearing that her daughter was dead, and that the pack that had hunted her might follow the scent trail left behind by Falkyn, the wolfess tried to drive her own pup out. It failed at first, but then, as if fate was compensating for what Caelilith did to the scout, the she-wolf ripped off Falkyn's right ear. In pain and shock, the male wolf fled his childhood home, only to run into another pack's boundaries and be killed there.

And then, she came back.

Her face was scarred, bloodied from battle, and she was missing the toes on her right front foot. She was bitter and angry with Falkyn, and demanded to know where he was. Her mother explained that the bloodied wolf's foolish brother had been driven out, and that he had not come back since she had taken his ear. As if satisfied, Caelilith nodded, and refused to go back to the forest. Her brothers feared her, for she threatened to tear out each of their throats if they made her do something stupid again. She became the "Alphess" of sorts of her own family, becoming independent, and even more bitter. For a few months she managed to control her excess anger, but then decided she wanted revenge. She lured her other brother, Isaac, out into the forest, saying that she had found Falkyn there. Isaac was the closest to Falkyn, and was desperate to find him; he was also gullible and weak-willed. When he didn't find Falkyn there, he demanded to know why Caelilith had led him on; however, he received no answer, for Caelilith fought with him and eventually tore out his throat. Alas, it was not all perfect; she lost a toe on her back foot because of him, but paid no attention to its loss. Instead, she explained to her frightened mother that Isaac had been killed by a pack, and the reason she had his blood on her jaws was because she was "trying to grab him, take him away from the jaws of the others, accidentally biting too hard". Her mother---who couldn't believe that Caelilith could murder---fell for her daughter's little white lie.

And thus, we come to her leaving of the den.

She was two-and-a-half; perfectly independent. Her mother had been out hunting with her remaining son, which was perfect for Caelilith. She didn't want anybody knowing where she was going, and she wanted to be rid of her bloody childhood. Her face, brutally scarred from her past experiences, showed a cold, hard demeanour that her family had secretly feared. She trotted off and into the woods, but not before skirting the borders of the packlands one last time. She came across a she-wolf with pups---instantly reminded of her mother and family---and was angry. As if to rid herself of her old memories, she attacked and killed one of the pups, but not before the mother wolf's fang snaked through Caelilith's left eye. Immediately giving up, Caelilith fled, wandering the wilderness, heading south. She fought with other wolves, becoming more bold and obnoxious, and eventually came to where she is now...

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