Post by LIVIDITY on Jan 24, 2015 21:58:56 GMT -5
LIVIDITY
NICKNAME(S): Liv, Livvie
PRONUNCIATION: Lividity
POSITION: Freior
BASICS
AGE: Four years and five months
GENDER: Female
BREED: Timber Wolf
HEIGHT: 28 IN
APPEARANCE: Lividity isn't your standard built timber wolf, while is she is on the taller side for a female rivaling even the taller of males, her bodice is rather sleek and lithe with little room for brute strength. Her coat is a ivory shade with bouts of grey or silver dappled on her rump especially noticeable in the fall and winter seasons. The female's narrow body structure gives her quite the advantage in speed when it comes to battle or scouting missions. Almond shaped eyes with a deep chocolate colored eyes that are often narrowed due to past relations. The female's limbs are slender with large over-sized paws and glistening white nails. Livvie's tail is quite plush and ivory like the rest of her coat. The she-wolf's snout is abnormally long but small in width making her quite deadly in close range affairs, her teeth are a gleaming creme color but it can be noted she is missing two pre-molars on the left bottom of her jaw.
PERSONALITY
Lividity is a quiet she-wolf. Considering the most recent of events in her life over the span of four months she has become a wanted wolf but that is unknown to most around her. Livie struggles greatly with herself; if she made the right decision in running despite being told to do so. The she-wolf is considered guarded by any who come across her and known as one of few words. Livie can be a little cold toward others but this is merely because she is trying to protect those around her, she truly doesn't want to involve anyone in dangers that she or her past could bring along. The she-wolf not being born to this region has no idea about their own slave concept in fact if she did, she would probably run out of this area before anyone knew she came through. A cauldron of complex emotions Livie is face with the fact that she ran away when needed most. She did nothing when she was needed most and now everyone she may have loved maybe dead or worse. Loner by nature at this point the she-wolf tries to avoid conversation or any sort of contact with other wolves unless strictly necessary.
FATHER: Zarious
MOTHER: Amarious
SIBLINGS: Hirum - Brother, Nariah - Sister
HISTORY
The she-wolf isn't your average wolf by far, she hasn't lived a particularly tragic life in fact it was quite the opposite. Lividity was born to a stout male known to many as Zarious, an elusive handsome timber wolf with hazy gray coloring. Within his packs ranking he was merely a soldier which breaks the olden laws of pack guidelines for the Jerinus Pack at least as far back at the infection was dated six years ago at her birth. A young rebel wolf named Kyris had challenged there old alpha once the humans died down taking the wolf's life and the ideals of old with eager paws. Kyris, while brilliant was considered somewhat brutal in bring about changes as proved in his rise to leadership. He believed in uniting the three warring packs and he did but with an iron burning paw of fury. There had been enslaved wolves from warring packs that were taken from the battlefield and within three years Kyris had successfully joined all three packs together. He was, however, unforgiving and refused to allow those imprisoned and enslaved to join his new ranks since they had stood against him claws and jaws. Zarious, was of no importance to the royal Kyris and found himself in the role of soldier which meant that he was quite similar to the role of a scout. One who checked the territory, protected, and enforced the laws set by Kyris and his counsel. In the new era as it is spoken of, all wolves could breed with whomever they wished unless of course it was an enslaved in order to grow their power and claim larger lands. Zarious had already met the love of his life during the first year of conflict with the original three packs her name was Amarious and she wore the rank of Seer she helped tend to the wounds of her fellow wolves when the goofy careful Zarious took her aback with his free ways. The two quickly became inseparable and in the following year they bore three healthy pups. Livie, Nariah, and Hirum.
The three lived what was considered a boring existence for months but it was always amusing was Hirum did some antic that got him scolded by their mother Amarious considering Zarious refused to be rough with his offspring. Livie was a carefree pup quite similar to her father's nature but like her mother she could quickly down spiral into a broody mood which lead to her siblings retreating from her side. Livie also like her brother was quite troublesome but in her curiosity not sheer uncaring demeaning way. Nariah on the other hand thrived as the "rule maker" and commander of all things. She loved rules and she hated to see them broken and would turn on her siblings to see justice served via Amarious. At nine months of age Livie had her first encountered with a enslaved while accompanying her mother to help an enslaved give birth. Livie trotted behind her mother slowly and carefully as they passed two soldiers joking about how if the female couldn't give birth it wasn't worth wasting a seer's time trying to help the lowly beast. Amarious shot the two a cold stare as she passed with Livie nested close to her side ready to ask her mom why another wolf wasn't considered worth her aid. Amarious quickly shot forth that every living wolf living in the same lands in worthy of aid unless a declared enemy of their own will which the enslaved where not. They were just that enslaved they were in charge of building and digging out dens, creating shelters, serving as lesser servants, testing sickly food before pack consumption. Livie was curious what made these wolves so different? Were they strange looking? When they entered the dirty little hay covered patch of land the barren dirt touching her soft pads Livie was shocked to see these wolves looked just like them except on every wolf's right shoulder there was a nasty S shaped scar that ran from their shoulder blade to their elbow.
A large pregnant she-wolf yowled in the center of the dirty hay littered ground, rolling uneasily trying to coax her children to come with ease. Amarious was quick to rush forward drawing her pouch from her neck and sniffing through the herbs to take note of those needed to ease her whelping. Livie plopped down close to the unknown she-wolf and shoved her snout affectionately into the strange wolf's scruff. It was a difficult birth and the she-wolf later given her name as Meria lost five of her litter with only two remaining pups both solid black like their mother. Azalea and Ash, sister and brother. Livie took began to take up the same path as her mother in the Seer lively hood and her brother took after the Knights, leaving Nariah desiring to be different and choosing the Faithful title. Livie took a special interest in Meria and her pups, making off at dusk to check in on the pair and parent. Meria learned to love Livie and thought of her as their eldest daughter, but under Meria's gaze Azalea fragile, and sweet was growing far too quickly. Ash was cheeky, soft spoken, but he stood firmly for his beliefs, which overtime wore Livie down to grow a fond affection for the male. Azalea was soft, spoken, kind, and much too gentle to have ever been born as an enslaved. The royal guard took notice of Azalea's beauty and it wasn't long before they argued about who could swoon her first but they didn't notice their employers catching note and interest. No less than two days later Azalea was plucked from that dirty hay matted area and dragged off in tears from her brother and mother. Livie only heard about the issue hours later and came late in the night to speak to her unrelated family about the matter. Meria was inconsolable barely able to speak while Ash tried to remain quiet but there was a spark in the darkness of his amber eyes.
Unknown to Livie, Hirum had fallen hopelessly for the girl at an entertainment event and after the news fell quite ill into a bout of depression. There was some word from the servants who got to serve in the royal quarters that Azalea hadn't been injured but she had been given to Kyris's eldest son Azazel. She wouldn't be recognized as his official mate but she was safe at least. Livie was relived to hear the news but surprised to find that her brother had tailed her into the enslaved quarters, he was disappointed that she had not told him about her connection to the family but no one was supposed to interact with the enslaved unless it was to give them a duty. Ash commanded to speak to Hirum, and while Livie was unsure about leaving the two edgy males alone she did as they wished and took Meria along a quite stroll in the enslaved gate side. As light brimmed the sky Livie rose from her spot beside the sleeping Meria and went to gather Hirum who was fiercely speaking with Ash on some matter. Livie urged that it would be dawn soon and if caught they would be punished severely. Hirum huffed but for his sister's sake nodded farewell to Ash and went along. Livie had been naive about what had gone down that night, and they would all pay for it. It had been three years since the birth of Meria's litter and everything was about to change for the unexpected.
After noon a grand meeting was called and it was for the service of Azazel and Jezabel the daughter of The Eye becoming mates to succeed Kyris who was now growing older. Nothing would ever prepare Livie for the event what would occur that day. The weather was perfect with a sun high overhead but a faint breeze keeping thirst at bay. All the pack had been called forth to watch the gathering every rank had been included. It started off slowly and like any meeting but when Azazel stepped above them on the meeting stone followed by Azalea at heel eyes downward and tail lowered to her master that a few wolves stalked forward unnoticed. Next was the The Eye and Kyris followed by Jezabel. Jezabel made note to mark her place by shoving Azalea out of the way which resulted in the meek she-wolf tumbling to the stone surface. Before Livie could process anymore thought; Ash was on the stone with Hirum at his heels and four other enslaved wolves behind them. Hirum fell to his stomach beside Azalea and aided her in rising to her paws. His dark golden eyes daring anyone to raise paw against him or the she-wolf while Ash slammed into Jezabel's shoulder blade, circled, and then slammed his paw against her cheek rubbing the soft flesh against the harsh stone with a twisted smirk. Hirum locked eyes with Kyris taking a step forward with bared teeth, "You call yourself a king meanwhile you judge others for the crimes of their parents. You are nothing but a lowly coward, who would snatch a poor youngster from her den to serve your son in preparation for his joining to his true mate? You are no king, only a slaver,' his voice stretched the crowds and were offered some cheers from the crowd. Ash snapped his jaws at the she-wolf captured below him. "How do you like me playing with your family and loves?' the male growled at the other present males that growled back in his direction. Ash paused glancing to Hirum before continuing, "You think we are lesser because of our parents or ranking, when we are the same as you! How can you call on lesser of existing when we are the same. How is her life worth anymore than my sister's?'
Kyris lashed his tail at his companions that started toward the two defiant males. "Because, I am your king, I can do as I please. Her life isn't more important just more worth the trouble of admiring. Aren't you just proving how lowly you are by attacking a mate union?' Ash lurched forward to lock his jowls around Kyris's throat, the two scrambled against the rock before thumping against the ground below them still writhing locked in battle. Livie glanced over to see Meria's eyes laced with streaming tears at the scene before her, but she couldn't console the she-wolf she had to react before things got bloody. Livie rushed through the crowd using her snout to shove past the confused and annoyed crowds until she reach Ash entangled with Kyris, she slammed herself between the two trying to divide them but a painful slap came across her face no thanks to any other but Azazel. 'You would dare rise against your king?' his voice twitched with tension as he launched himself into Livie's frame. The she-wolf scrambled against his sheer weight but he was much heavier than herself. Just as she was about to submit she found two paw holds against his chest with her back paws and shoved him off. The heir was launched back against the stone and a crack sound echoed through the chaos until silence fell over crowd. The male's head rested against the stone his eyes staring forward in shock unmoving, unblinking. "I-I.....I.. didn't want to hurt him... I was just trying to stop the fighting,' her voice attempted to slip forward despite her choking vocals as tears welled in her eyes. Kyris's face twisted into something unimaginable as he shoved Ash off his body and lurched toward Livie with claws outstretched and jowls bared. Hirum launched himself forward barring Kyris's path as Ash rose to snap his teeth against Livie's scruff sending her back into reality. "Run, Livie, run! Don't stop until you come to our spot, and then if I don't come, please...please just keep running." The she-wolf had been lifted off her paws and her dark eyes flickered back and forth to look over the scene wishing she was dreaming. Hirum turned back to face her, "Sister, run, please." Laughter bubbled up from the stone as Nariah stood above them with quite the sinister smile. "Why would you leave? I have already warned the knights of your planned attack and now"--the she-wolf paused to see Azazel stationary with blood pooling beside him. "My...my Azazel! Her voice spiraled into madness as she rushed to his side and nudged him with her nose. "How dare you kill him, he was supposed to be mine. I was going to be his mate now that you lowly mutts were turned in for plotting against the royal family. I was supposed to be a hero, and you still manage to ruin everything for me!"
Ash lifted his paw to shove it into Livie's side forcing her backwards, "Livie if you care at all for me and my family, run, run, you damn foolish she-wolf!" Tears threatened the corners of the male's beautiful golden eyes as she turned from her to join Hirum's side. "Yeah sis, our adventures end here but there will always be hope if you run like when we were pups." Livie's head slanted to the ground as she frowned, her thoughts jumbled and broken. Where had all of this gone wrong. Azalea was nestled against her mother's shoulder crying, and Meria's eyes met Livie's for a brief moment lead by a nod. This day would be the end of them all. The ivory she-wolf jolted backwards and ran as so many had demanded but her sister weaved after her only to be slammed into by their father Zarious who bared teeth on his own daughter for another. Livie's large paws left heavy marks through the wetlands until she traced her way to the wayward woods, she found her way into the cave that she and Ash had wandered to many times to share adventures their paw marks still stained on the inner walls with berry paste. Three days came and went. No Ash, Zarious, Hirum, Azalea, Meria, no one. Livie turned her back on everything she knew and did as commanded she ran. Ran until she couldn't run anymore. Ran until the lands changed and the world looked quite different from her own. She had found wolves again, but were they worth meeting?
JERINUS RANKINGS:
King:
Queen:
Heirs:
Baron:
Duchess:
De'Rus: (pups of bishop and Duchess)
ROYAL COUNSEL:
The Eye: one of medical skill/ and said to be blessed by Selene to see into the future
Priest/ess: wolf in command of the practice of religion to the moon goddess Selene
Knight Commander:
Soldier Commander:
Those under the Eye are called the Seers
Those under the Priest/ess are called the Faithful
Those under the Knight Commander are called Knights
Those under the Solider Commander are called the Soldiers
Followed by the Commons
* Royal Guard
* Hunters
* Den Mothers
* Elders
* Pups (not born of high rank)
* Servants
The lowest of all are the enslaved