Argo

[Wolfen]

argo of the eira brethren

the character

name: argo
age: four years
gender: female
pack: eira
rank: alphess
appearance:

breed, artic wolf
eyes, warm honey
pelt, white-gold
height, thirty-five inches
weight, one hundred two pounds
other, none

personality:

intellegent;; Argo prides herself in her quick wit, and is rarely ever mistake for anything short of sagely. It is obvious even from the very look with which she watches others than she is anything less than intellegent. Her mind is often her most powerful resource, and it is one of the most difficult things in all the Eiru region to outwit her.

calculating;; In battle, her intellegence is a compliment to her physical strength. Her cunning mind uses well-known tact to win her battles, her fighting style feircesome because of it. She never makes a move without considering all options, and though sometimes surprised by an outcome, never surprised by an unconsidered result.

maternal;; It is simply in her nature, being a female, to harbor a warm air. Although the lands in which she lives are cold and unforgiving, often she is not and can look over much when it comes to the faults of her fellow wolves. She does her best to provide for all, treating each wolf as her kin, even if they are the farthest thing from it.

confident;; Although she may be unsure of her decision, it certainly never leaks through. She attacks everything without hesitation, be it a problem, an enemy, or even just dinner. A natrual born leader, her courage seems to know no bounds, and is often shinning through her words as she attempts to lend her confidence to her fellows.

loyal;; As with every wolf, she is bound to her fellow brethren. Argo's loyalty extends to a fault, for she would sacrifice her life for a friend's at any given moment, and often such a trait has gotten her into trouble. Unless you've crossed her, there is no other wolf alive who aligns themselves so whole-heartedly to their fellow pack mate.

history:

"In the very begining I was born into a pack, just like every other wolf. My mother--from what i can remember--was beautiful. Her pelt a perfect obsidian; so dark it made the ravens cry and the night sky look jealous. Her eyes, I can just remember them: peircing and intense, always calculating the surrounding area. But of everything about my mother there is one single trait I shall never forget: her voice. She sung to me in a voice so pure that angels would stop and weep, for it was the sound of the heavens bestowed to a wolf. And I remember her name, a strong name that was well known through her region; they called her...Xane.

My father, he has faded more than her, but I remember him. He was the Alphen of a pack my mother started. I remember his name well, the others in the pack, they called him Gabriel. He had a honey-suckle brown pelt that shone like the sun. But although I looked more like my father, I had my mother's spirit. Several times it was just us, racing through the forrests faster than the deer, chasing the wind, and almost flying like the birds. I was always a free spirit, rebelous, and strong-willed.

My mother told me that every day. But then one day I woke up, came from the dens, and found that everyone was gone. All the wolves of our pack, they had disappeared in the night. I was just over a year when they had disappeared. And so I left, trying to go after them; I couldn't imagine a life without mother and father. For weeks I'd followed them until at last I stumbled upon the camps of humans; I didn't know what terrible creatures they were then, but I know now. The long cold scent I'd been following brought me here, to this human settlement. I waited for night to fall and its cover to be bestowed upon me. When at last the sun set, I snooped around until I found cages, and inside dozens of wolves; some ramming their bars, others lying asleep, and a few lying beaten and broken.

Through conversations with few, I was lead to the end of all the traps where on it lay one strong looking cage resting, isolated from the rest. Blood covered the bars and the floor of the trap. It leaked down onto the hard, compact soil I stood on, and I could see several marks indicating a struggle. When I saw her I almost didn't recognize her: worn thin, her beautiful black coat maneged looking; it'd lost it's luster, and was just a worn ebony. The patches of skin that showed through were dark with bruises and her left eye was swollen. Cuts, punctures, and gashes were what defined her figure as she lay beaten beyond recognition, a mere outline of her former self.

That night I rested there with her, as she hummed softly to me, just strong enough to reach through the bars and keep up a quiet tune. But the sun rose and humans started to become active. Strength flushed through her as I refused to leave, and she glared at me through her one good eye, leaping at the bars and snapping at my coat: "LEAVE, ARGO!"

As much as my brain screamed at my legs to move, my heart remained firm, and I stood my ground, refusing to abandon my mother. Soon the humans came, and I made a show to attack, but barely had I gotten one bite in that a club came down upon my head and my entire world went black.

When I came to, it was too dark for me to see anything, and the crate I was in rocked back and fourth, as if on the swell of a wave. I remained this way for a week? Maybe two? But in the night, a storm came upon the humans. Life for me went from bad to worse as I was tossed violently inside my cage. But before long I heard the horrible sound of shreading metal. The ship lurched as the tried to pull it from whatever they hit, and as the pulled free my cage fell, breaking open. But as soon as I thought I was safe, the sound of rushing water reached my ears.

Man had once been my enemy, and now Mother Nature threatened my life with a drowning. My crate was tossed into the air with a violent wave, and the locks broke, allowing me to free myself. I followed the crowding humans, biting and clawing my way to the deck. And as i burst through a door I found myself in rain and hail as the ship began to sink. Without a moments hesitation I leapt over the railing and I plummetted into the ocean waves. I began to swim, for I could just make out the shore; all night i paddled, mostly out of fear, becuase I could hear the screams of my captors as something dragged them into the deep.

At last, I reached thick mangroves and a swampy kind of land. There was nothing here, only muck and crickets. So I started along a river I found, and followed it north. My mother, I once remember her telling me something of a paradise. She said one day, she'd take me there; one day, when the moon was full and the flowers bloomed, she said we'd follow a river to our sanctuary, a place where everyone could go and be happy. She never got that chance, and I was without a home, so as I looked to the mountains which loomed in the north, I could smell the blossoming flowers.

With my head set low, I headed north, in search of paradise. After almost a month of travel, I finally found it... my paradise. And i called it Eira.

Nearly two years passed by myself, and I was alright. Soon wolves began appear and humans as well. I did my best to settle into the position of leader, and things seemed to be alright, for our home was high above the rest of the world. Things seemed to be alright, for I soon found myself birthing four beautiful pups, and begining to find love with one of my betas.

But all was not well, for after a war with Edryd, I lost yet another wolf I love, Bloodmoon. After his death--and the disappearance of my sons, I suspect they've fallen to humans--I mostly try to keep my head up, remaining strong for my pack, no longer considering myself as anything other than another life to serve our great brethren."

lineage:
birthpack: white water wolves

sire, gabriel
dam, xane
siblings,

autum of the white water wolves, older sister
argo of the white water wolves, female
aron of the white water wolves, twin brother
aslan of the white water wolves, younger brother
ahadi of the white water wolves, younger brother
aziria of the white water wolves, younger sister

the second litter
rigel of the white water wolves, younger brother
rian of the white water wolves, younger brother
romolus of the white water wolves, younger brother
ray of the white water wolves, younger sister
remus of the white water wolves, younger brother
rainier of the white water wolves, younger sister

mate, none
whelps,

rian of the eira brethren, male
mikhail of the eira brethren, male
uka of the eira brethren, male
lucielle of the eira brethren, female

the second litter
solon of the eira brethren, male
xane of the eira brethren, female
ulrich of the eira brethren, male
todd of the eira brethren, male
epione of the eira brethren, female

the roleplayer

ooc name: wolfen
age: sixteen
gender: female
roleplay level: literate