Character Full Name:
Roxie Heart
FH & Discord user:
doctor #9956
Approx Age of Character:
2 1/2 yrs
Is your character a hybrid? If so, specify their genetics:
15% alaskan malamute, 85% wolf
Character Height:
35 inches at the shoulder
Desired Character Rank:
Te'eko
Roleplay Sample:
Thick fog rolled over the swamp in swirling sheets of haze. Ghostly shadows of trees stretched out over Yarrow as she walked, the red water pulling at her paws with every step. It was as if she had awoken from a dream, or was walking in one. One moment she had been somewhere else, she knew she had to have been, and now she was here. As to where she had been, her memory turned up nothing. Even more strange, she felt anxious.
Yarrow walked along the shallows of the lake, thinking. Something was missing, someone was missing. She had to have been with others, for why else would she be here? Yarrow emerged from the waters onto an empty shore and turned to look out over its crimson surface. It was familiar, for she knew where she was. Fester Lake, the place of origins, of the moon’s blood. Her home. Still she remembered the pack law, order, and origins. Surely that was enough. Still, something in her felt that it wasn’t.
Everything was quiet, only the sound of waves could be heard. Yarrow padded towards a den, looking inside. Bones of prey were scattered over the floor, pale and silent. It was the lair of the Bloodletting, their hunters. But where were they? Others had been here before, hadn’t they? She knew for herself that she had always been here. Born in the lake, just like every pup of the Fester Pack. But where were those she had grown up with? Everything drew to a blank, and beyond her own feelings, Yarrow realized she had no evidence anyone ever was here.
No matter how much she thought, she couldn’t remember anyone besides herself. Had she always been alone? No, she did remember someone. And this unusual anxiety wasn’t strange, it was because this was important. It was a pup, a pup had gone missing. Whispering Light, an orphan she cared for. Yarrow shook herself and left the cave, picking up her pace. It wasn’t like her to get distracted by her own imagination. Perhaps the fog was disorienting her more than usual.
Yarrow turned into the dark shapes of the forest. The fog coiled around the foliage and trees, blanketing the ground in swathes of white. Still her thoughts wouldn’t leave her alone. No one else was out here, because they weren’t now. So it must have always been just her and Whispering Light. Right? Yarrow closed her eyes, drowning out a whisper of doubt in the depths of her mind. It was just her, her and Whisper. Nothing was wrong.
A root snagged Yarrow’s paw and she nearly stumbled forwards. She hadn’t realized how fast she had been walking. Looking over her shoulder she could no longer see the lake. Something about it not being in her line of sight made unease prickle her pelt. At the same time, she was confused by her own feelings. The lake was important, but surely she could survive away from it. Yarrow sighed and licked her paw before forcing herself forwards. She had to find Whisper.
A clearing opened in front of Yarrow, bushes with white bulbs enclosing a small meadow. And, as if her thoughts had summoned her, there she was. Curled up in the middle of the flowers, blonde pelt shimmering with gold even in the gloom. Whisper lay without a scratch on her, her sides slowly rising and falling. Yarrow found herself barely reacting. It was as if she knew she’d find her here all along, as if the desperate search had never occurred. And this disturbed her. This wasn’t right. None of it was.
Yarrow padded to Whisper’s side and lowered herself next to her, curling around the pup. At this moment the little blonde’s eyes fluttered open, looking up at the mossy she-wolf above her. They were wet with tears, glistening as they ran down her cheeks. Whisper tucked her head under her paw, small sobs escaping her. Yarrow watched with solemn patients as the sounds slowly died down.
“I’m so sorry, Yarrow. I hear them. I hear the voices. And when I heard them I ran away.” Whisper said, her voice shaking.
Yarrow had already known, for the winds that spoke to her had told her. The little pup was the next Voicehaver, the leading role of their pack. Every generation the voices came to a new pup. Once heard, that pup would become the heir.
“I don’t want this,” Whisper confessed. “I don’t think I can do it. But they want me to. They tell me to, that it’s my destiny.”
“The voices always choose carefully,” Yarrow told Whisper, giving her head a gentle lick. “You may not be ready now, but you will be. And I will help you get there. I’ll always be by your side, little star.”
Whisper sniffled and nodded slowly, burying her face into Yarrow’s shoulder.
“Thank you.”
The two wolves curled up together in the meadow, sharing silence as the fog closed around them.
How did you come across us?:
Wolvden
Do you accept both IC and OOC rules?:
Roxie
Roxie Heart - She/Her
