2. Character Birthdate (including year): December 13, 2007
3. Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Luperci Ortus
4. Species: Eurasian Wolf (canis lupus lupus)
5. Gender: Female
6. Currently played characters: Orin Takekuro, Scorpius D'Angelo
7. How you found 'Souls: Not required for returning or current members
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Judging by that idiot boy these people raised, insinuating herself into the pack would be easy. Still, the butcher was not exactly sure why she had such a driving need to join them. She killed the boy, Denali, and nothing happened. The murder was glorious, and she collected not just one, but two trophies from the victim. It sated her thirst for blood and eased her tumultuous thoughts for a while, and her fears of the nearby pack coming for her were unfounded. The devil hurt the boy that day because she thought he had put her in danger. Thanks to the paranoia of a youth spent growing up in End World, Nuki assumed the moment the boy came running to her for help that his pack was not far behind and that they would come slay her just for being a loner. Little did she know that this was not typical procedure on this continent.
In a fit of anger she did the only thing she could fathom at the time; destroy the threat. And now Denali was no more. Yet the pack had not come after him; not that day because Denali had come out, nor had they come searching for the boy's killer. It was possible they didn't know he was dead yet, though surely the pack would be searching for him soon enough. The pack might have already retraced the child's steps but thanks to the snow and Nuki's prior experience with disposing of evidence they would find little to investigate initially. Nuki was certain to be nowhere near the murder site when the pack came searching, but for an inexplicable reason could not tear herself away from this territory completely. It would have been best just to get away from Crimson Dreams.
Instead of leaving, though, the stalker merely moved, shifting her position from the east side of Crimson Dreams to the west, far away from the place where she took the boy's life. She only intended to spend a couple more days there before moving on, but the day before she planned to head out a creeping sensation overcame her. Shelter...
She wasn't sure why she had this urge, but she knew it would not be wise to ignore it. Her survival instincts were rarely wrong. Her internal senses detected a danger that her conscious mind could not yet perceive. She spent half a day wondering if it was just paranoia that the pack was coming for her, but convinced herself otherwise as she had noticed no evidence of any search parties or witch hunts. No, this was something more, something deeper. She needed to heed her body's warning.
Finally decided, she made short work of locating a place, a secluded cave, to stow most of the items that she carried. It did not feel right carrying her every worldly possession into the accursed pack territory. Here she left two large packs and several pouches. She assessed her stock and took some items out of the packs, put others in, until she finally had in one pack the only things she would take with her to Crimson Dreams. Of course, the gory trophy she collected from the boy would have to stay behind... but another... She grinned as she packed the mask away, deep beneath her other possessions. At the last minute she traded out her bone knife and decided to take her bow with her instead; the knife had spilled Denali's blood and, though it had been meticulously cleaned, may still have traces of the boy on it. Her bow would be useful enough, and a little less suspicious.
Her final items decided, she slipped out of the cave and carefully puzzled a few rocks together in front of it to camouflage the entrance. Her things should be okay here, and snow would probably come soon and conceal that anyone had ever disturbed this ground.
Satisfied, Nuki turned from the cave and stalked towards the home of the thing she despised the most... The home of an organized pack... To the place that the dead boy told her was called Crimson Dreams...
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