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Mon Jul 24, 2017 7:27 am Tuffronicus #5388
Aenan Pyr 64
Fri Mar 27, 2020 10:07 pm

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Female 12 Mar 2016
Wolfdog Ortus
Woodsmoke is about 5’8” in height while in optime. Though she rarely is ever found on two legs, preferring to stick to secui and lupus. She looks very much like a wolf, however the in her dog is apparent is apparent in some ways. Her ears, though still pointed, hearken more to her father’s side. Like her mother, Woodsmoke is primarily black, however she has a grey-brown agouti pattern intermixed in her dark coat. Under her light blue eyes is a soft grey color, almost like her eyes are sitting on top of grey pillows. Her hind legs and tail show more grey than black, however her tail does fade back into a darker coloring, though not as strong as the rest of her coat. The girl’s nose and paw pads both are black. Her underbelly is a grey color, and the skin underneath the fur is pink. Woodsmoke has some minor scars on her right shoulder from one of her mother’s failed attempts to chase her off. All in all she’s strong and her muscles are toned, though she’s a bit skinny due to the fact that she wasn’t fed well as a pup. The girl carries no clothes or accessories, finding her teeth to be the best weapons she could ask for, and that her fur is more than enough to keep her warm and the water off. The girl is more in touch with her animal side than the more ‘human’ aspects that many Luperci show. Despite being raised in terrible conditions, Woodsmoke is rather playful; often playing with her food like cats do with mice they catch. She makes games of her foraging of food and tracking of prey. Most people she meets she tries to be bright and happy with, though she is very wary of strangers. Like a switch, she can go from bubbly and jovial to aggressive and vicious, if threatened that is. Woodsmoke is more than willing to steal food, and will do so readily if she’s hungry enough. Though she had not encountered many canines younger than her in her journeys, she has a fascination with puppies; hoping to one day be a better mother than her own. She’s got a wild streak that runs a mile deep, refusing to wear clothes or shift to Optime. She prefers to be around like-minded canines, ones who don’t chastise her for not being more ‘human-like.’ This is perhaps something she took away from her mother. The girl is very vocal and really has not learned that not everything she thinks should be shared. While not shy about speaking with others, she is not that great at it, and will more often than not make many a faux pas.
Woodsmoke and her brothers were born to a Luperci Verto mother who was infected during the pups’ conception. Her mother hated the male who impregnated her, and also hated the pups she bore from him. However, instead of killing them, she raised them without care or love. She refused to name her children, rarely acknowledged them, and let them do whatever without warning them of danger. The pups were weaned as soon as they could have been, and fed only just enough to survive. The lack of care, guidance, and little food caused the death of one of Woodsmoke’s brothers. His death was a wakeup call for the pups; if their mother wasn’t going to care for them, then they must care for themselves and eachother. Play fighting was done less to bond, but to train. Together they searched high and low for food, scavenged corpses their mother didn’t find, and eventually began hunting prey together.

Soon after gaining some skill as hunters, her brothers left in search of their father, and perhaps a better home. Woodsmoke meanwhile stayed behind, and tried to get close to her mother. She would watch the older female hunt, and then employ the techniques herself. By watching her, Woodsmoke became better and better at hunting and tracking.

After months of being stalked by her daughter, Woodsmoke’s mother began trying to chase her her away. Telling her that she can fend for herself and thus had no need for someone who cared not of her. Woodsmoke, embodying one of the few traits she gained from her mother, was stubborn. She looked like her, smelled like her, they even hunted in the same way. It took a while, but Woodsmoke’s mother soon gave up on chasing her daughter away, and eluding her. It took even longer for her to accept her daughter’s help in taking down large prey like deer.

Though she did not care for her children, she eventually gained a respect for her daughter. Woodsmoke had defied the odds, and grew up into a strong, independent female; capable taking care of herself. Oddly enough, the older female began to feel a pang of pride for the young girl she brought into the world. With some reluctance, and a few stuttered words in the sentence, Woodsmoke’s mother eventually caved and told her daughter her name. “Basswood.” Soon after, however, Basswood left the area and hid her scent. Woodsmoke was unable to track her, only knowing the direction that she went: North East. Woodsmoke tried to figure out why her mother just up and left like that. Perhaps she had finally had enough of her daughter and made sure she could not be followed. The girl likes to think that Basswood couldn’t bear seeing her daughter and actually loving her, with how poorly she had treated her pups, and so ran away, so to not feel the pain.

After her mother's disappearance, Woodsmoke named herself and trekked on to the North East, winding up in Souls.
A raven named Cherub follows this character wherever she goes.
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