Etaline | Female | Fengari | Wolf

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Etaline

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Probably the most obvious trait upon first meeting Etaline is how talkative she is. She is the kind of wolf who would fill the awkward silence with useless babble. Etaline is usually the first one to begin a conversation with even the burliest of people. Actually, the more dangerous they look, the more appealing they are to Etaline. There's something about a hunched over, growling figure that makes her want to crack them open and look what's inside. Many would think Etaline insane for talking to herself, but she finds it comforting. She will usually talk to herself while she's working, more of a mindless habit than conscious effort. Deep down, Etaline detests silence. She has a deep unseated fear of silence and will do anything in her power to avoid it.

She has a permanent jolliness about her, always smiling or throwing a playful jab at one of her packmates. Etaline has never grown out of her puppy phase and enjoys a good game every now and again. She never takes anything seriously and tends to turn everything into a game. Mostly this is because Etaline enjoys the attention that comes with being the class-clown type. But the other half of her enjoys making people smile, even if it is at the expense of her self image.

Etaline is even more pup-like if you fact in her restlessness. She has a short attention span that quickly leads to boredom. She's horrible at relaxing and would much rather spend her time doing something to keep her paws occupied.



APPEARANCE Etaline is a timber wolf in the middle of the desert. Not the best mix, but she's adapted to it. Her pelt is thick and lovely to rub up against, but almost kills Etaline in the heat of the day. It doesn't help most of her fur is black on the ventral side with a white underside. Her fur is a stark contrast of the two colours that creates a very appealing pattern. Etaline is on the small side for a timber wolf. She still retains a stocky, powerful build with thick muscles in her shoulders.


HISTORY Etaline was a handful to raise. Her mother, Mellamine, insisted on being her prime caretaker, feeding and taking care of her cubs when she didn't have to do her duties. She somewhat regretted this decision as Etaline grew. The little she-cub was a disaster to raise. She constantly pined for attention, always seemed to be hungry, and loved nothing more than gnawing on her mother while she was teething. Etaline took to developing an odd fascination with tails. She insisted on greeting every Fengari she met with a bite on the tail. Mellamine insisted she had no idea where she got that habit from.

Etaline's oddities continued to grow as she did. When she was only six months old she caught her first prey, a little Quail. She promptly let the poor thing go and name it Charles. She kept Charles a secret for all of two hours before one of the nannies found him and promptly ate him in front of Etaline. Etaline cried for hours then demanded a dramatically funeral for her lost friend.


After this incident, Mellamine decided she had to teach her daughter to hunt. For the sake of her reputation. Every day Mellamine would take Etaline for a trip away from the other pups. She would take her just outside of camp and try to get her daughter to harness her inner hunter instincts. "Try" being the key word. Etaline seemed much more interested in frolicking after butterflies or mimicking lizards than trying to eat them. She had literally zero kill drive. Mellamine bemoaned this fact for ages. Months passed and she tried her hardest to get Etaline to even nip at another living thing but it was all for naught. When she had all but given up hope, someone caught Etaline's eye. His name was Llyr, a loner who joined the pack some time ago and somehow accelerated all the way to guardian. Etaline was awe struck. She had never seen anyone so talented before! He was fast, strong, noble, observant, just so ridiculously perfect it wasn't fair! He was everything she wasn't.

Seeing Llyr standing so tall and proud before the Dynasty set something aflame inside her chest. It wasn't like some weird inner predator she never knew she had, or long buried instincts. It was motivation. Trying to learn everything she had been ignoring for the past year was more difficult than Etaline anticipated. She was out of shape, to put it kindly and didn't really know where to start. So of course she did the most logical thing: she went whining to her mother. Mellamine was wary about her daughter's new found need to be the best pokemon master warrior in the Dynasty. When Etaline sheepishly admitted her motivation was atributed to Llyr, Mellamine just about had a heart attack. Her little baby was growing up! She had a crush on a boy! Mellamine took this opportunity to give Etaline the talk. Etaline cried herself to sleep that night.

Under her mother's guidance Etaline... got better. She didn't seem to excel at anything really. She didn't have the stomach for violence to become good at fighting and her hunting was subpar at best. No matter how hard she tried, Etaline struggled with everything her mother put her up against. Mellamine tried her best to keep Etaline encouraged but she was quickly becoming disheartened with her lack of progress.

One night, Etaline had a thought. Maybe if she was so useless she had to gain power in a different way: with the help of the Gods. Even the Gods could helps someone as useless as her. So Etaline set out on a journey to get help from the Gods. She had heard stories of a tree that represented the two Goddesses of Patria. It was her best bet. Without wasting time, Etaline set off into the deserts of the Fengari territory to find the Tree of Ceremony.

The thing about being a mostly black Timber wolf in the desert is that it's really hot. Etaline's kind was made for a colder environment, not the dry heat of the desert. Within hours of leaving camp Etaline was tired, thirsty and completely lost. Things just got worse from there. A sand storm rolled in and she couldn't find a hint of shelter. Etaline was forced to just weather the on coming storm. Hours later she woke up covered up to her chest in sand. It took more energy than she had to dig herself out of the impromptu sand castle she was in. Overall, the journey was a disaster.

Etaline lost her sense of time. It was maybe minutes or days later she came to and looked up to find several vultures perched on her body, pecking at her fur. Etaline was far too weak to shoo them away. Just as she laid her head back down on the hot sand - ready to accept death - a shadow fell over her. She opened her eyes to find the most beautiful wolf she had ever laid eyes on gently shooing the vultures off of her. The she wolf - a creature of immeasurable beauty and grace - finally turned to Etaline with a soft smile. She stepped forward, green grass and colourful flowers growing in her wake, and approached Etaline. The she wolf place her nose against Etaline's forehead and licked her like a mother would. "Take heart, child." The Goddess said, her voice just as beautiful as her looks. "All will be well." Etaline passed out again.

When she next woke up, it was to a patrol of Fengari finding her not too far from camp. Mellamine scolded her daughter something fierce before suffocating her with her overwhelming fluffy fur and refusing to let her go. Etaline tried to explain her experience to her mother but she was gently rebuffed. It was just a dream. A delusion of the heat. Her mother told her gently, but she could not forget the feeling of the Goddess's touch against her forehead. It felt like a brand against her fur.

Etaline eventually went on to join the ranks of the hunters. She was still quite abysmal at hunting, but proved to be useful for hunting at night. The day was much too hot for her to handle but the night was just perfect. The air was cool and her dark pelt helped her blend in with the night. With a new budding relationship with Llyr and her mother's nagging care, Etaline feels like maybe she can still be a wolf worthy of the Fengari Dynasty.

OTHER INFO

• Sunshine child
• Not the brightest crayon in the box, but she tries!!!!
• May or may not be blessed by the Goddess of Life. WHO KNOWS?!