She Who Knows Loss

[Ivora]

Ivora

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Stare into the dark as the abyss keeps calling, try to take a step but then the mind keeps stalling. Can a single question just go on forever as a single thought goes on it's now or never.
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NAME; Ivora

pronunciation; Eye - vore - ah
nickname; Ivy (rarely used)
meaning; N/a
origin; Ivory with an "a" instead of a "y," taken from her mother

GENDER; Female
AGE; 4 1/2
BIRTH SEASON; Spring
SPECIES; Tyanz
PACK PREFERENCE; Crosul
RANK; Alphess

FUR COLOR; White
EYE COLOR; Left eye is lime, right eye is yellow
BODY BUILD; Her overall physic is pretty average. She is a little taller than the average wolf, and thick muscles line her longer limbs. Speed is her ultimate advantage along with her snapping jaws. Wearing a slightly shorter coat than most wolves, Ivora tends to get colder quicker.
UNUSUAL MARKINGS; Refer to pic(s).

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION;

Practically every marking she has. A lime green strip of fur travels down from the back of her neck to her mid back. The she-wolfs left ear is blue with a pink and yellow dot, a trademark of her mother. Purple dances up her right leg and is met with blue until coming to her shoulder. Blue traces up to her heel on her left back leg. A purple scar-like marking lays over her lime eye, deepening the haunting look.

AFFILIATION; Neutral-dark
SEXUAL ORIENTATION; Straight

LIKES!;

• Being alone
  
• Getting distracted from her thoughts
  
• Her family
  

DISLIKES!;

• Males
  
• Crowds
  
• Being outnumbered by any means
  

PERSONALITY!;

To understand the adult, they say, one has to know the child. Ivora was born the reincarnated vessel for a wolf named Ivory, whom had a rather icky past. At the time, she had an adopted mother named Aurora, who later became her birth mother when she was reborn. As a pup, Ivora was very stubborn and had her own thoughts about how things worked. She was snappy, snarky, and unless someone could put up with her rough antics, she hardly gave them the time of day. This rule could be bent by her parents, Aurora and Aerin, whom she looked up to with endless respect and admiration. She learned from her mother most of all and was so attached to the she-wolf, it could almost be considered unhealthy. For the first two years of her life, Ivora was pretty stable. It was when the two were suddenly separated that Ivora's mental state took it's first plunge.

Suffering from an extreme case of separation anxiety, the young adult began to unravel. Her mind became a jumble, her ability to judge things thrown over the edge. For days and days, she ran off of terror and anxiety from their departure. Ivora never found her parents. Her will to search for them was strong, but it degraded over time just like her mind. Things appeared to possibly take a turn for the better when she met a male named Wave in her travel. He managed to befriend the jumbled she-wolf and learned her ways, knew when to speak and when to stay silent, when to fight back and when to back down. He could read her like a book. Ivora didn't mind this and accepted his company after days of getting acquainted. The pair ended up falling in love, and it was this fall that began to repair the frayed ends of the she-wolf.

However, when Wave left her one evening to watch after their pups alone, things began to take another turn in the wrong direction. Ivora never understood what caused to him leave, and with the days that passed, she refused to think she had been left completely. It wasn't until a band of four rogues attacked that this theory was put to rest in her mind and she took her second, most damaging fall. As she watched her sons "die" in front of her, Ivora's mind snapped. Whatever had been repaired with Wave's showing up shattered like a window on the attack. One thing was set: she hated males. To her, every last one of them was the scum of the earth. Her previous personality returned, keeping her an aggressive and tense animal, and then the new feelings she had joined them. Her mind was a never ending storm of grief and pain, anger and distrust, never able to judge a situation properly and never agreeing with herself. She believed everyone she loved as dead, and because of that, she refused to trust anyone and to give up. At one point, she even attempted suicide, but couldn't go through with it. Instead, she let herself wander the earth, going off little food and water, just waiting for the day it would decide to take her on her own accord and end it all.

HISTORY!;

`MOTHER: Aurora
`FATHER: Aerin
`SIBLINGS: Unknown

`MATE: Wave (past) / Currently Venix
`PUPS: Tidus and Jaxian by Wave; Soon to have Zandra, Chaeos and Komik by Venix

From the time of her birth, Ivora had been treated like a literal princess, as much as she hated the term. Aurora, her mother, loved her greatly as did her father. She had been the only of the her litter, and despite having grown up siblings God-knows-where, she was the center of attention. Her mother, though, was already experienced with these things unlike Wave's parents. Her father, Aerin, stayed out of the way when she and her mother were together. Aurora was a dark aligned wolf, while Aerin was neutral. Because of this, the weather wolf was trained hard even as a pup to master her abilities, and when she wasn't training, Aerin would take her away to play. Those few moments were some of the only puphood she had, except when Aurora cracked down and also joined the fun fray. As she got older, her mother taught Ivora how to critically attack and what to attack. In no time, she was her mother's right hand. The two were almost never separated, and Ivora would have it no other way. Pleasing her dame and doing what she said was all that mattered to her.

It was a matter of time before the two finally set off to roam with Aerin in tow. Aurora would find random groups of wolves and simply terrorize them should she see fit and her daughter would do the same without fault. To Ivora, what her mother said was law. There almost was no concept of right and wrong with her either. The two of them made an impressive team and were brilliant foes in battle. With Aurora's hold over the four basic elements and her weather witch child at her side, they were quite the team. In her eyes, everyone else was weak, or as her mother called them, “The Light Hearts,” those who did good and tried nothing but to do so. Neutrals were left alone and other darks had their respect should they act right. Their force, however, soon drew to a close when one group was too much to handle. These wolves knew about the two of them and knew they had to be apart in order for them to be weakened. And that's just what happened. Knocking them both unconscious, the wolves separated the two. Without her family, Ivora then began to morph into more of the character she was now; unstable and downright off. Then she met him. Wave helped her overcome most of this when they had been together.

Her feelings never faded like Ivora thought they would. They grew stronger and somehow she knew Wave loved her back. The two grew close, and though the now tapered Ivora could never forget her mother, the wolf began to find a new meaning in life. They mated and had a litter of two, both males. Ivora had never seen anything so beautiful in her life. Her attitude changed almost completely as she watched her puppies grow into older pups. When they were still far from adulthood, Wave left. There was no reason behind his actions as far as Ivora knew. He just got up and left one night, never to return to his mate and sons. It was a deep gash in her heart, but Ivora had two sons to take care of. She devoted herself to them and them alone.

Yet there's always a fateful day for those with hard pasts. A band of three rogue males came across the broken family and pinned her pups down. Ivora herself was also pinned, her muzzle smashed into the dust, her eyes pried open as they forced her to watch them them abuse and "fatally" injure her only meaning in life. Fueled by raw fury and sorrow, Ivora turned on her attackers and brutally injured them all, chasing them into the trees with howls of pure hate. It had been a bad relapse once the rogues attacked.

Returning to her young, Ivora declared her kin dead. With a shattered heart and an unstable mind, the wolf left to walk her own way, scarred deeply by everything she'd gone through. Ivora has learned from all of this to hate males; hate them with a burning passion so fierce, it even scared herself. Of course, there were always three men in her life she refused to hate: her father and children. In her travels, she had come across one whom she found she could tolerate. It disturbed her that she could still harbor such feelings for a stranger of the opposing gender and she fled soon after. Now she is back in his general area and isn't sure if she'll be able to deny what she feels forever.

THEME SONG(S)!;

• "Strength of the World", BY Avenged Sevenfold.
  
• "Lie To Me (Denial)", BY RED.
  

MEMBER NAME; Ash

RP EXAMPLE;

The sun felt just right that simple, horrible day. It was breezy; little clouds dotted the sky like a paint-by-number. Leaves showered the cool forest floor and all those who staid there. A mother watched her children play, like they always did, innocent little games for amusement. The only thing that made this day anything less than perfect was the fact that her mate, the only one she had learned to trust in the world besides her family, was missing.

Where had he gone? When did he plan on coming back? ...Did he plan on coming back?

Once noon came, everything happened so blindingly fast that there was no way to stop it. Males. It was their fault. They were the ones who did it, who left her, who killed her innocent children. Sometimes she wondered why she didn't let them kill her too, ...As if she wasn't already dead. The worst of it all was that she was losing it again. It was like she had never met Wave- ...Wave. He was the one who left her. He started it all. Didn't he?

Everything was spilling back to her, the loss of her parents, the thoughts of never seeing them again, the feel of being utterly and hopelessly alone.

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Lungs contracted, wild eyes lit up and she felt like she had relived the nightmare all over again. Her entire body trembled, claws digging into the soil so hard it hurt. Not only did her paws ache, but her eyes were burning. Had she been crying again? Blinking quickly, the wolf shoved herself into a sit, body still shaking violently as if caught in the midst of the blizzard of the century. Her throat was throbbing too. So, not only had she been crying, she had been screaming as well. Lovely. Heaving up on to all fours now, Ivora shook her entire body, ridding it of fallen leaves and dirt. Her odd coat was dirty with filth, as if she hardly ever turned around to look at herself. What was the point anymore? She had lost everything, and the vile creatures known as males always stalked the pretty ones. Might as well look as disgusting as possible to avoid them.

Since when had she started moving? Ahh, one of her spells was happening earlier today than anticipated. Oh well, nothing she could help. Constantly moving around and avoiding long stays was what she had to do. She had to keep moving, to stay away from everyone. There was no one in this world she wanted to see; they were all dead.

Damn, she really needed to get out of here. Even the scents were haunting her. Especially one that drifted through the air threateningly, getting stronger and stronger. Her paws itched for her to run and her mind told her to attack anything close. Before she could listen to any instinct, the world began spinning as Ivora crashed through a bush, bowling over anything and everything in her path. The scent was here and it was choking her mercilessly and the wolf found herself yelling in surprise at both this and the fact that she had been so oblivious to her surroundings that she had ran into a shrub.

Forcing her eyes to open, the first thing she saw was another she-wolf. She was in such distress that it sent a pang through the multi-hued wolf that reminded her of her own misery. Forgetting herself, Ivora opened her mouth to inquire what was wrong when something else caught her eye. It was then she realized why her senses had been going crazy, telling her to both fight and flight, why she wanted to scream, snarl, break down, flee and bawl at the same time. It was him.

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