09-03-2009, 01:27 PM
[html]OOC: No table yet. XD Forgive the choppiness, first post with new character duh! *snickers* And I think most of this post will be pasted into her profile as background. o.O Holy crap rambling.
She'd been certain she'd find him here. For several weeks, the young female had followed her half-brother's trail, coming finally to a strange territory she was certain she knew. Drey and Kol talked often of the lands of Bleeding Souls, in which both siblings had found new reasons for living. Kol still even planned to return someday to Dahlia de Mai once the pups were old enough. It seemed her heart would never leave that flower-named pack, and the seeming allure of Souls had always made the young Bris pause with wonder. She wanted to visit, to see if it was the place she pictured, and if it would finally be a place Bris could feel she belonged.[/html]
The young female knew the origins of her birth, even if her mother's relatives had all tried to hide it from her. The Stormbringers had never meant to make the girl aware of her stigma, but there had always been something peculiar in the way they looked at her and her two littermates. It was far different than the loving, bemused glances that were directed toward other pups of her generation, especially once Kol's and Elliott's brood were born. No, the glances spared in her direction always had a barely veiled hint of contempt behind them, along with something else. The discomfort the eyes of her mother's pack had brought her would take time to unravel, but Bris eventually realized the emotion she couldn't place was fear. They were afraid of her, a pup, and that realization had sparked the desire in the dejected little female to find out why.
Amongst her Stormbringer relatives, there were four from whom neither fear nor contempt ever seemed to surface for the girl. Crow's silver eyes only seemed to show a smoldering wrath behind his affection for her, as if he was somehow angered by something having to do with her birth. Her mother, Draneia, loved her and her littermates unconditionally, but Bris would catch the tiniest hint of disgust when she'd suddenly show up to surprise her mother, her white coat glaring at her brightly. Draneia would recover almost instantly, but the pup never failed to feel the unintended rejection regardless. The other two with whom she felt the most comfortable were her half-siblings, Kol and Dreyrugr, and Kol's mate Elliott by default. It was Kol, in fact, who finally gave into the child and revealed the circumstances of her birth, and why she had no father to speak of.
The revelation that Bris' mother had not only been forced to bear children, but that the mating was carried out by a zealous member of the Stormbringers' arch enemies, the Dawnrunners, had horrified the pup. Kol had done what she could to comfort her, and Bris had promised not to let on that she knew the truth, but the knowledge had begun to eat the girl inside. The condemning glances and whispers seemed to grow louder and more intense, the young wolf's imagination lending the gestures more severity. She was the daughter of a demon; her very presence cursed the pack. It mattered little that her littermates bored the same taint, for she was the only one whose curse was broadcast by her very appearance. The most common coat color amongst the Stormbringers was a beautiful, sleek black. Most other colors were usually of some deep, dark shade. Bris' glaring white pelt stood out like a cursed moon amongst the shadows, making her the central focus of her family's derision.
Bris had made the decision long ago to run away as soon as she was sure she could survive on her own, and once her half-brother went missing, she recognized the opportunity. The pup used his disappearance as an excuse to slip away, telling her mother and Kol that she was going to follow his trail to Souls and find him. Kol had accompanied her over halfway, leaving the pup only when she was certain the girl knew the way. She'd even given the youngling a few names to search out upon her arrival, and told her exactly how to make her way straight to Dahlia de Mai. It hadn't taken long to find after that, and a brief, businesslike meeting with one of the leaders cemented her acceptance into the pack's ranks. Even now, the glaring full moon making the pup's pelt glow in the night, Bris found herself exploring her new home, her snowy white coat appearing and disappearing amongst the tombstones of the cemetery of Flander's Field.