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A background of Wyrdfayth, originally planned as my FurSona, but after a while I just felt she wasn't really ME. Instead, this little foxy is my FAITH-Sona. ^^ Yes, I personified my religion as an antrho. x3 Better, she's technically a Pokemon hybrid. xD
>< Also, I COMPLETELY messed up her paws.. Leave it to me to find a way to justify inconsistant markings and mess up on one of the only ones that DOESN'T change. Lol! So yeah, her left front is black here, and it's supposed to be white...
Note, the history in the bio below is based from the Illusions of the Heart (an RPG) version, in which "It's very common ... for random portals to open up, and spit out random people". '^^ So don't shoot me for the random teleportation, lol.
Done in GimpShop with a mouse and a LOT of patience that wasn't nearly enough.. 'xD Originally done as a background for my MySpace, hence the being on one side.
BIO:
Name: Wyrdfayth
Nicknames:Wyrd, Fayth (Both uncommon, though she will answer to either.)
Age: 2½ (Mid-late teens by human standards.)
Birthday: Dec 31
Gender: Female
Orientation: Straight, though primarily disinterested at the moment
Race: Vulpix/Eevee/Growlithe/Absol hybrid
Type: Fire/Normal
Abilities: Adaptability, Flash Fire
Origin: Rikoshima
Blood Type: O-
Height:
2'02" at shoulder on all fours
4'11" on hind legs
Weight:
96lbs.
Skin:
White with black markings.
Eyes:
Her eyes are a pale, dull, listless grey, glazed with a wisdom far beyond her young years. Never does she look at anything, but through it, or at least others perceive it as such.
Build:
Wyrdfayth is quite the lithe little thing, her head, tail, and paws making up the majority of her bulk. In any world, she is quite the odd sight, her strikingly contrasting features assuring she always stands out in a crowd. In general build, she is a fox; however, since finding herself in this realm she has found herself becoming more like the odd two-legged creatures who seem to be its primary inhabitants, walking more often on her hind legs alone than all four as of late, with her basic structure shifting slightly to better suit this. Despite this change, she remains fully vulpine. Her face is short and tapered, containing gorgeous eyes, a small wet black nose, and a dainty muzzle full of fangs. Her long, thin ears are, oddly enough, lower on the sides of her head than normal, though the longer sections of fur atop her head help offset this look. All four limbs end in too-large paws, and a large fluffy tail adorns her backside.
Her fur, however, is without doubt the most striking feature of this young kitling. Wyrdfayth's fur is stark white, (no, not silver or moonlight, but blinding pure snow), semi-long, silken to the touch, and extraordinarily thin. As aforementioned, her skin is white with black markings; the same is true of her fur at its roots. However, as it grows, the light of day quickly bleaches it. This odd color scheme combined with the thin nature of her easily tossed fur results in random patches of the dark skin and undercoat showing through, and as the topcoat is blown about, different areas are covered or exposed. The end result of this is a coat that seems to actually CHANGE, living and moving color. There are, however, a few markings which remain constant; here, the fur is shorter, meaning both less to toss about and an easier view of the markings beneath. The markings around her eyes, tips of her ears, front right paw, and back left paw always show black, while the rest of her ears and face, and her front left and back right paws always show white. The hair atop her head is much longer than the rest, an inherited trait. This almost human part of her hair morphs between black and white like all the rest; in front it hangs down just to her eyes, generally being pushed to one side or the other. In back, it hangs down a bit past her shoulders.
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Personality:
Some may describe Wyrdfayth as seeming emotionless, or perhaps emotionally scarred. This is far from the case. She feels all things, but chooses to simply accept them rather than spend unnecessary time expressing herself. Opinions of her outlook on life vary drastically. Some in her old land believed she still has a kit's mind, and does not yet realize the vast importance of good and evil, nor that she, like all others, must some day choose a side to work toward ending this war. Others who have heard her views believe she has a far greater understanding than most could ever grasp. (Of course, not all who believe her views are sound disagree with her having a kit's mind, either..) This contraversial belief is that neither side will ever "win", for both are destined to exist, and are necessary for all else to exist. Due to this, she will never take a side, though she doesn't plan to be completely passive either.
As far as the little details of her actions and emotions, Wyrdfayth seems pretty inveterate. Her expression is nearly constant, a distant contemplative look and straight face. Anger has no place in her heart, save in the form of sarcasm on occassion, but even this is an attempt at satire, mocking the object of her disdain in attempt to make him or her realize and change their ill method. She feels sadness, but will not dwell upon it. Death is nothing more than a part of life, so not even that will usually sway her. She learned long ago that their is balance in all aspects of life, and that often one's sadness gives way to another's prosper. For this, she can be greatful. Finally, there is joy. Wyrdfayth enjoys many things, but for the most part it is a sense of contentment that most wells up in her. Few things can make her giggle with glee or act out in delight, for just as she finds comfort in knowing others somewhere benefit from her sadness, she knows that anything too wonderful for her may well be causing someone else grief. Something as simple as a good meal can mean that another creature or even family have one less option for dinner, possibly even being forced to go without.
Ah, but what of the greatest of all feelings? The product of all virtues? What of love? An interesting query indeed. Wyrdfayth loves all life, from animals to plants. Humans and similar creatures are still a newer concept to her, but she still respects and is quickly getting used to them. However, as far as a personal relationship, finding a mate and such, she is not extremely interested. She believes if she is destined to meet someone, she will; but she is not so concerned as to look for him. Ah.. Destiny.. That brings up another point. She seems rather concerned with it, neh? But contrary to evidence, she does not believe beings are confined to destined paths. In some cultures it is written "One often meets his destiny on the road he took to avoid it," and "Destiny leads the willing and drags the reluctant." However, it is also said that "It is not in the stars to hold one's destiny, but in oneself," and "Destiny is not a matter of chance, it is a matter of choice; it is not a thing to be waited on, it is a thing to be achieved." Wyrdfayth agrees with all of these. Perhaps her favorite quote about destiny was one carried in the song of a traveling gull she once met: "If you do not create your destiny, you will have your fate inflicted upon you." She believes all are born with a specific path they are meant to follow, a certain role they are supposed to play. This is destiny. However, she believes that if one can determine one's destiny, one may break away from it, and create a new road which will last as long as one continues to build it. After all, if they lose sight of their new goal, it is only natural Lady Fate will drag them back to her.
-
History:
Wyrdfayth's homeland was a region called Rikoshima on a planet inhabited by creatures called Pokemon along with typical animals and humans.
In this realm, there once existed seven deities of Virtues: Kindness, Modesty, Temperance, Charity, Purity, Diligence, and Peace. The early years of this world were prosperous and perfect. However, for reasons still not entirely known, feelings of unprecedented darkness began to form in the background. One night, seven evil spirits formed from this, each one finding a victim to posses, and wreaking havoc upon Rikoshima. In a single night, they brought unprecedented devastation to the land, gaining godly power in the process. These seven beings became the Gods of Sin: Lust, Greed, Gluttony, Sloth, Envy, Pride, and Wrath. These new beings began a war upon the Virtues, tearing away at the holy values that had been instilled in the inhabitants of the land to make way for selfish ways of thinking. Some held fast to the old ways, while others were corrupted by Sins. These sides fought a long and gruesome war led by their deities, until it became obvious neither side would win at the current rate. In a last ditch effort to prevent more casualties, the original seven combined into a single great Goddess of Virtue; in response, the others mimicked the process to become the God of Sin. In the end, however, neither side could truly prevail. Both Great Deities were destroyed in physical form, leaving the land still wartorn, with only the essence and memories of their deities to guide them. Prophecy fortold an end, however. According to the ancients, there was approaching a day in which one great force would return to claim the world once and for all, though no one knew whether this would be Virtue, Sin, or even the Original One, Arceus, who had created all to start before retiring to his as-of-yet-unending slumber. Thus, the inhabitants continue to fight, attempting to empower what remains of their fallen deities, preparing for that day, whenever it may come.
But enough of from what she was born; our focus shall now change to whom she was born.
In recent years in Rikoshima there lived an Espeon, (a lavender cat-like creature), young and vibrant, who was completely pure of heart. Many believed she had been born with a love of the Virtues, for even before she was old enough to understand them she showed remarkable symptoms of a follower, as early as a near-newborn (she did act as any other for about a week at least), allowing her too-many siblings to suckle milk before she did, despite being healthier than some. So great was her joy in all things in life that she evolved very early (as happiness was one of many factors which strongly affected her more basic species), and immediately began looking for ways to use her new abilities to help others. Yes, she was indeed a perfect saint, but that was just the problem. Seeing her prowess at such age, she was eventually taken in by elders of the Temple of Kindness at the age of a few months, and given extensive training and teaching in their ways in hopes that she may some day become a sort of priestess for them. Brought up in this shelter of perfection, the child never learned a word of darkness past its mere existance, and it seemed nothing but a distant force to her, never anything real or close enough to worry about. Oh, how wrong she was...
One day, while out on a walk around the shrine's grounds, she was approached by a handsome hybrid (Umbreon seemed strong in him, though his build and ears were Absolan. Multiple tails spoke of Ninetales blood, and stripes mixed with rings suggested some Arcanine, for those who have any use for such knowledge) who seemed lost. He said he was looking for a certain Pokemon from around these parts, though the Espeon was not familiar with the name. However, she simply couldn't allow this newcomer wander alone, so upon his request for help, she offered to escort him to the local pack's Alpha Male to ask about his friend.
It was days later when the Alpha finally found her.
On their way to find him, the hybrid had detoured them into a secluded, well-hidden area, and attacked and raped the young Espeon before leaving her to die. By the time the Alpha came, drawn by the scent of blood, it was a miracle that she survived, much less was able to give birth to a single semi-healthy kit a few months later. The Espeon was thankful for her life, and for all her love of the Virtues, she could not let her daughter make her mistake.
They left the shrine when Wyrdfayth was old enough to travel- about the time her mother was fully recovering- and lived on their own nearby. The Espeon took her young kit to the shrine occasionally for teachings, but was always careful to teach her all she knew of darkness as well, even going so far as to tell her the dark tale behind her birth, hoping the kit would learn to recognize those with ill intentions.
One day, when Wyrdfayth was nearly a year old, she heard a scream from their den while out playing. Frantic, she rushed home just in time to witness her mother die at the claws of a Weavile hybrid. (Weavile were dark, weasel-like beings with claws larger than the young kit's body.) In utter shock and afraid for her life, she could only watch from a distance as her mother's body and most of their possessions were dragged away.
Furious and in tears, the kit made up her mind to track down the murderer and extract her revenge. It was a dark thought, she knew, but this scum deserved to die! And if, by chance, she found the wretch wasn't alone- was part of some pack or had a few tough friends- she could return to get help and lead the entire clan back to their hideout. These thoughts burning through her mind, she set chase.
Finally, the hybrid made his way into a hollowed thicket. The small kit followed a short distance behind. Her colors were not ideal, but her mottled coat against the thicket did give better camoflauge than a solid white would have. Her eyes never left the murderer and his prize, glaring through his very soul as she longed to lunge out at that precise moment. She knew she couldn't, though; not until she knew whether or not he was alone. As her question was answered, though, she suddenly lost her powerful drive.
A chorus of cries of "Daddy! Daddy!" echoed through the thicket as seven Sneaselesque kits maybe half Wyrdfayth's age at best rushed out from a miniature den within the brush to attack the hybrid with a barrage of hugs. (Sneasel were the younger stage of Weavile.) With a small sound reminiscent of laughter, the hybrid began to distribute her family's possessions among the children, who all looked- to put it in terms the reader will understand- like kids at Christmas. Really, Wyrdfayth and her mother had never had much, and what they did was hardly of value. Now, though, these little ones seemed so happy to have every bit of it, every pretty feather and useless rock. As they began to play, their father semi-scolded them, reminding them they'd need to eat if they wanted to have enough energy to play.
Wyrdfayth's stomach churned, but she found she could not look away. The kits stopped, looking at the corpse. "Daddy, this?" one asked.
"I know, I'm sorry Tyra. It's not an ideal meal, but it was all I could find. Food is scarce enough this winter, and the clans nearby pick up every scrap of prey as soon as it comes near..." He tried to smile. "Well, stop gawking.. If you don't hurry it'll spoil, and I'm sure no one wants to go another week without food." He was trying to tease them, but the last line had turned so sad and serious.
Tears welled in Wyrdfayth's eyes for more reasons than one as the kits slowly and hesitantly began to tear at her mother's body. As she looked more closely at them, she could see that each had pronounced ribs and gaunt faces. It really had been a while... Her attention turned back to their father, who only watched as his children ate. Turning after a moment, he went to a small rock near their mini-den, which was different and well seperated from the rest. Kneeling before it, tears in his eyes, he sighed. "Darling, forgive me.."
One kit looked up from his meal at his father, "Aren't you eating, daddy?"
Turning, the hybrid smiled. "No, I'm not hungry now. Maybe later. Eat now, Kody." He was lying..
The little kit could no longer keep from crying, nor could she stand to watch any more. She ran as fast as her little paws could carry her before collapsing in tears, crying her heart out for hours on end.
When at last she found the strength to keep moving, she decided to leave home and travel Rikoshima. After all, their den was emptied, and her mother was gone. She'd nothing left to return to; besides, if she left, it would seem by all means that her family had simply moved. All her mother's friends would ever see is an empty den, and they would never have to be any the wiser as to what had truly happened.
That event has shaped everything Wyrdfayth is. As she thought about it more and more over months on end, she slowly began to see the world in a new light. That father, left to raise so many children alone, had needed the sin of greed in order to pave the road for charity. Always she had been taught the two were opposites, but how could that be when they had coexisted so?
For a good while, Wyrdfayth simply wandered Rikoshima, trying when possible to help others who would listen to see the truths she sees.
Then one day, while wandering a mountain in the Kansa Range, she heard a loud noise. Looking for its source, she suddenly saw a bright light, then all went dark as she was knocked unconscious.
When she awoke, it became swiftly obvious she was not in the Kansas anymore. (x'D Oh my God, I'm SORRY. I couldn't resist.. x'D) She never did figure out exactly what had happened or why, but what use was there in worrying really? She had no close friends and no family left she knew. Besides, all things happened for a reason. Thus, she decided to make the best of life here.
About six months have passed since then, in which she has made effort to learn the major history and general culture of this place. Though by different names, she was interested to learn that this realm was involved in a war of good and evil as well. Thus, she retains her prior views toward each side, and wanders this land as she did the prior, looking to help others find comfort in their chaos, and searching for a place she herself may belong.
(The Rikoshima Region and region-specific plot events are copyright Ruska Vellamo of [Gods of Legend RPG]: http://z6.invisionfree.com/Gods_of_....._RPG/index.php ... The "Kansa Range" does not really exist there, and was just a bad joke on my part. x3)
>< Also, I COMPLETELY messed up her paws.. Leave it to me to find a way to justify inconsistant markings and mess up on one of the only ones that DOESN'T change. Lol! So yeah, her left front is black here, and it's supposed to be white...
Note, the history in the bio below is based from the Illusions of the Heart (an RPG) version, in which "It's very common ... for random portals to open up, and spit out random people". '^^ So don't shoot me for the random teleportation, lol.
Done in GimpShop with a mouse and a LOT of patience that wasn't nearly enough.. 'xD Originally done as a background for my MySpace, hence the being on one side.
BIO:
Name: Wyrdfayth
Nicknames:Wyrd, Fayth (Both uncommon, though she will answer to either.)
Age: 2½ (Mid-late teens by human standards.)
Birthday: Dec 31
Gender: Female
Orientation: Straight, though primarily disinterested at the moment
Race: Vulpix/Eevee/Growlithe/Absol hybrid
Type: Fire/Normal
Abilities: Adaptability, Flash Fire
Origin: Rikoshima
Blood Type: O-
Height:
2'02" at shoulder on all fours
4'11" on hind legs
Weight:
96lbs.
Skin:
White with black markings.
Eyes:
Her eyes are a pale, dull, listless grey, glazed with a wisdom far beyond her young years. Never does she look at anything, but through it, or at least others perceive it as such.
Build:
Wyrdfayth is quite the lithe little thing, her head, tail, and paws making up the majority of her bulk. In any world, she is quite the odd sight, her strikingly contrasting features assuring she always stands out in a crowd. In general build, she is a fox; however, since finding herself in this realm she has found herself becoming more like the odd two-legged creatures who seem to be its primary inhabitants, walking more often on her hind legs alone than all four as of late, with her basic structure shifting slightly to better suit this. Despite this change, she remains fully vulpine. Her face is short and tapered, containing gorgeous eyes, a small wet black nose, and a dainty muzzle full of fangs. Her long, thin ears are, oddly enough, lower on the sides of her head than normal, though the longer sections of fur atop her head help offset this look. All four limbs end in too-large paws, and a large fluffy tail adorns her backside.
Her fur, however, is without doubt the most striking feature of this young kitling. Wyrdfayth's fur is stark white, (no, not silver or moonlight, but blinding pure snow), semi-long, silken to the touch, and extraordinarily thin. As aforementioned, her skin is white with black markings; the same is true of her fur at its roots. However, as it grows, the light of day quickly bleaches it. This odd color scheme combined with the thin nature of her easily tossed fur results in random patches of the dark skin and undercoat showing through, and as the topcoat is blown about, different areas are covered or exposed. The end result of this is a coat that seems to actually CHANGE, living and moving color. There are, however, a few markings which remain constant; here, the fur is shorter, meaning both less to toss about and an easier view of the markings beneath. The markings around her eyes, tips of her ears, front right paw, and back left paw always show black, while the rest of her ears and face, and her front left and back right paws always show white. The hair atop her head is much longer than the rest, an inherited trait. This almost human part of her hair morphs between black and white like all the rest; in front it hangs down just to her eyes, generally being pushed to one side or the other. In back, it hangs down a bit past her shoulders.
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Personality:
Some may describe Wyrdfayth as seeming emotionless, or perhaps emotionally scarred. This is far from the case. She feels all things, but chooses to simply accept them rather than spend unnecessary time expressing herself. Opinions of her outlook on life vary drastically. Some in her old land believed she still has a kit's mind, and does not yet realize the vast importance of good and evil, nor that she, like all others, must some day choose a side to work toward ending this war. Others who have heard her views believe she has a far greater understanding than most could ever grasp. (Of course, not all who believe her views are sound disagree with her having a kit's mind, either..) This contraversial belief is that neither side will ever "win", for both are destined to exist, and are necessary for all else to exist. Due to this, she will never take a side, though she doesn't plan to be completely passive either.
As far as the little details of her actions and emotions, Wyrdfayth seems pretty inveterate. Her expression is nearly constant, a distant contemplative look and straight face. Anger has no place in her heart, save in the form of sarcasm on occassion, but even this is an attempt at satire, mocking the object of her disdain in attempt to make him or her realize and change their ill method. She feels sadness, but will not dwell upon it. Death is nothing more than a part of life, so not even that will usually sway her. She learned long ago that their is balance in all aspects of life, and that often one's sadness gives way to another's prosper. For this, she can be greatful. Finally, there is joy. Wyrdfayth enjoys many things, but for the most part it is a sense of contentment that most wells up in her. Few things can make her giggle with glee or act out in delight, for just as she finds comfort in knowing others somewhere benefit from her sadness, she knows that anything too wonderful for her may well be causing someone else grief. Something as simple as a good meal can mean that another creature or even family have one less option for dinner, possibly even being forced to go without.
Ah, but what of the greatest of all feelings? The product of all virtues? What of love? An interesting query indeed. Wyrdfayth loves all life, from animals to plants. Humans and similar creatures are still a newer concept to her, but she still respects and is quickly getting used to them. However, as far as a personal relationship, finding a mate and such, she is not extremely interested. She believes if she is destined to meet someone, she will; but she is not so concerned as to look for him. Ah.. Destiny.. That brings up another point. She seems rather concerned with it, neh? But contrary to evidence, she does not believe beings are confined to destined paths. In some cultures it is written "One often meets his destiny on the road he took to avoid it," and "Destiny leads the willing and drags the reluctant." However, it is also said that "It is not in the stars to hold one's destiny, but in oneself," and "Destiny is not a matter of chance, it is a matter of choice; it is not a thing to be waited on, it is a thing to be achieved." Wyrdfayth agrees with all of these. Perhaps her favorite quote about destiny was one carried in the song of a traveling gull she once met: "If you do not create your destiny, you will have your fate inflicted upon you." She believes all are born with a specific path they are meant to follow, a certain role they are supposed to play. This is destiny. However, she believes that if one can determine one's destiny, one may break away from it, and create a new road which will last as long as one continues to build it. After all, if they lose sight of their new goal, it is only natural Lady Fate will drag them back to her.
-
History:
Wyrdfayth's homeland was a region called Rikoshima on a planet inhabited by creatures called Pokemon along with typical animals and humans.
In this realm, there once existed seven deities of Virtues: Kindness, Modesty, Temperance, Charity, Purity, Diligence, and Peace. The early years of this world were prosperous and perfect. However, for reasons still not entirely known, feelings of unprecedented darkness began to form in the background. One night, seven evil spirits formed from this, each one finding a victim to posses, and wreaking havoc upon Rikoshima. In a single night, they brought unprecedented devastation to the land, gaining godly power in the process. These seven beings became the Gods of Sin: Lust, Greed, Gluttony, Sloth, Envy, Pride, and Wrath. These new beings began a war upon the Virtues, tearing away at the holy values that had been instilled in the inhabitants of the land to make way for selfish ways of thinking. Some held fast to the old ways, while others were corrupted by Sins. These sides fought a long and gruesome war led by their deities, until it became obvious neither side would win at the current rate. In a last ditch effort to prevent more casualties, the original seven combined into a single great Goddess of Virtue; in response, the others mimicked the process to become the God of Sin. In the end, however, neither side could truly prevail. Both Great Deities were destroyed in physical form, leaving the land still wartorn, with only the essence and memories of their deities to guide them. Prophecy fortold an end, however. According to the ancients, there was approaching a day in which one great force would return to claim the world once and for all, though no one knew whether this would be Virtue, Sin, or even the Original One, Arceus, who had created all to start before retiring to his as-of-yet-unending slumber. Thus, the inhabitants continue to fight, attempting to empower what remains of their fallen deities, preparing for that day, whenever it may come.
But enough of from what she was born; our focus shall now change to whom she was born.
In recent years in Rikoshima there lived an Espeon, (a lavender cat-like creature), young and vibrant, who was completely pure of heart. Many believed she had been born with a love of the Virtues, for even before she was old enough to understand them she showed remarkable symptoms of a follower, as early as a near-newborn (she did act as any other for about a week at least), allowing her too-many siblings to suckle milk before she did, despite being healthier than some. So great was her joy in all things in life that she evolved very early (as happiness was one of many factors which strongly affected her more basic species), and immediately began looking for ways to use her new abilities to help others. Yes, she was indeed a perfect saint, but that was just the problem. Seeing her prowess at such age, she was eventually taken in by elders of the Temple of Kindness at the age of a few months, and given extensive training and teaching in their ways in hopes that she may some day become a sort of priestess for them. Brought up in this shelter of perfection, the child never learned a word of darkness past its mere existance, and it seemed nothing but a distant force to her, never anything real or close enough to worry about. Oh, how wrong she was...
One day, while out on a walk around the shrine's grounds, she was approached by a handsome hybrid (Umbreon seemed strong in him, though his build and ears were Absolan. Multiple tails spoke of Ninetales blood, and stripes mixed with rings suggested some Arcanine, for those who have any use for such knowledge) who seemed lost. He said he was looking for a certain Pokemon from around these parts, though the Espeon was not familiar with the name. However, she simply couldn't allow this newcomer wander alone, so upon his request for help, she offered to escort him to the local pack's Alpha Male to ask about his friend.
It was days later when the Alpha finally found her.
On their way to find him, the hybrid had detoured them into a secluded, well-hidden area, and attacked and raped the young Espeon before leaving her to die. By the time the Alpha came, drawn by the scent of blood, it was a miracle that she survived, much less was able to give birth to a single semi-healthy kit a few months later. The Espeon was thankful for her life, and for all her love of the Virtues, she could not let her daughter make her mistake.
They left the shrine when Wyrdfayth was old enough to travel- about the time her mother was fully recovering- and lived on their own nearby. The Espeon took her young kit to the shrine occasionally for teachings, but was always careful to teach her all she knew of darkness as well, even going so far as to tell her the dark tale behind her birth, hoping the kit would learn to recognize those with ill intentions.
One day, when Wyrdfayth was nearly a year old, she heard a scream from their den while out playing. Frantic, she rushed home just in time to witness her mother die at the claws of a Weavile hybrid. (Weavile were dark, weasel-like beings with claws larger than the young kit's body.) In utter shock and afraid for her life, she could only watch from a distance as her mother's body and most of their possessions were dragged away.
Furious and in tears, the kit made up her mind to track down the murderer and extract her revenge. It was a dark thought, she knew, but this scum deserved to die! And if, by chance, she found the wretch wasn't alone- was part of some pack or had a few tough friends- she could return to get help and lead the entire clan back to their hideout. These thoughts burning through her mind, she set chase.
Finally, the hybrid made his way into a hollowed thicket. The small kit followed a short distance behind. Her colors were not ideal, but her mottled coat against the thicket did give better camoflauge than a solid white would have. Her eyes never left the murderer and his prize, glaring through his very soul as she longed to lunge out at that precise moment. She knew she couldn't, though; not until she knew whether or not he was alone. As her question was answered, though, she suddenly lost her powerful drive.
A chorus of cries of "Daddy! Daddy!" echoed through the thicket as seven Sneaselesque kits maybe half Wyrdfayth's age at best rushed out from a miniature den within the brush to attack the hybrid with a barrage of hugs. (Sneasel were the younger stage of Weavile.) With a small sound reminiscent of laughter, the hybrid began to distribute her family's possessions among the children, who all looked- to put it in terms the reader will understand- like kids at Christmas. Really, Wyrdfayth and her mother had never had much, and what they did was hardly of value. Now, though, these little ones seemed so happy to have every bit of it, every pretty feather and useless rock. As they began to play, their father semi-scolded them, reminding them they'd need to eat if they wanted to have enough energy to play.
Wyrdfayth's stomach churned, but she found she could not look away. The kits stopped, looking at the corpse. "Daddy, this?" one asked.
"I know, I'm sorry Tyra. It's not an ideal meal, but it was all I could find. Food is scarce enough this winter, and the clans nearby pick up every scrap of prey as soon as it comes near..." He tried to smile. "Well, stop gawking.. If you don't hurry it'll spoil, and I'm sure no one wants to go another week without food." He was trying to tease them, but the last line had turned so sad and serious.
Tears welled in Wyrdfayth's eyes for more reasons than one as the kits slowly and hesitantly began to tear at her mother's body. As she looked more closely at them, she could see that each had pronounced ribs and gaunt faces. It really had been a while... Her attention turned back to their father, who only watched as his children ate. Turning after a moment, he went to a small rock near their mini-den, which was different and well seperated from the rest. Kneeling before it, tears in his eyes, he sighed. "Darling, forgive me.."
One kit looked up from his meal at his father, "Aren't you eating, daddy?"
Turning, the hybrid smiled. "No, I'm not hungry now. Maybe later. Eat now, Kody." He was lying..
The little kit could no longer keep from crying, nor could she stand to watch any more. She ran as fast as her little paws could carry her before collapsing in tears, crying her heart out for hours on end.
When at last she found the strength to keep moving, she decided to leave home and travel Rikoshima. After all, their den was emptied, and her mother was gone. She'd nothing left to return to; besides, if she left, it would seem by all means that her family had simply moved. All her mother's friends would ever see is an empty den, and they would never have to be any the wiser as to what had truly happened.
That event has shaped everything Wyrdfayth is. As she thought about it more and more over months on end, she slowly began to see the world in a new light. That father, left to raise so many children alone, had needed the sin of greed in order to pave the road for charity. Always she had been taught the two were opposites, but how could that be when they had coexisted so?
For a good while, Wyrdfayth simply wandered Rikoshima, trying when possible to help others who would listen to see the truths she sees.
Then one day, while wandering a mountain in the Kansa Range, she heard a loud noise. Looking for its source, she suddenly saw a bright light, then all went dark as she was knocked unconscious.
When she awoke, it became swiftly obvious she was not in the Kansas anymore. (x'D Oh my God, I'm SORRY. I couldn't resist.. x'D) She never did figure out exactly what had happened or why, but what use was there in worrying really? She had no close friends and no family left she knew. Besides, all things happened for a reason. Thus, she decided to make the best of life here.
About six months have passed since then, in which she has made effort to learn the major history and general culture of this place. Though by different names, she was interested to learn that this realm was involved in a war of good and evil as well. Thus, she retains her prior views toward each side, and wanders this land as she did the prior, looking to help others find comfort in their chaos, and searching for a place she herself may belong.
(The Rikoshima Region and region-specific plot events are copyright Ruska Vellamo of [Gods of Legend RPG]: http://z6.invisionfree.com/Gods_of_....._RPG/index.php ... The "Kansa Range" does not really exist there, and was just a bad joke on my part. x3)
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