Wisteria
POSTED ON Jan 9, 2022 23:04:48 GMT -5
Post by Celestine on Jan 9, 2022 23:04:48 GMT -5
Wisteria
ALIAS: Three
ALLEGIANCE: Heaven's Peak Pack
RANK: TBD (Joining IC)
AGE: 44 Months (3.7 Years)
BIRTH DATE: May 2018 (Spring)
SPECIES: Grey Fox
GENDER: Trans Female
ALLEGIANCE: Heaven's Peak Pack
RANK: TBD (Joining IC)
AGE: 44 Months (3.7 Years)
BIRTH DATE: May 2018 (Spring)
SPECIES: Grey Fox
GENDER: Trans Female
Appearance
Like all grey foxes, Wisteria is a small and delicate looking creature when compared to a wolf, standing at less than half the height, with slender legs, a short pointed muzzle, cat-like ears and a long bushy tail. The majority of their pelt is a peppered silver-grey, speckled with white and orange, while the fur around their ears, chest and undersides are a coppery red. Their face is streaked with prominent black lines, not unlike the stripe along their tail, while their throat and chest are splashed with white. Set within the dark fur around them, Wisteria's eyes are deep brown, appearing almost black in low light. Setting them further apart from the rest of canine kind, Wisteria possesses the semi-retractable claws of their species, making them adept at climbing trees.
Personality
Obedient, subservient, meek. These were never meant to be the defining qualities of a wild animal, but nor is Wisteria what one would call wild. Every ounce of her being echoes the intent to serve others, to be of use in order to not be discarded or forgotten. She has allowed herself to be dependant on company, anxiety and panic riddling her whenever she is alone. That fear of being abandoned is so strong, that she has abandoned herself, her own free will, in order to avoid it. If she can be perfect, useful, malleable...then she won't have to be alone. So she is.
A desperation to be selfless has been ingrained in Wisteria through her negative experiences with supposedly selfish acts. But selflessness, it would seem, is not quite the same as trying desperately not to be selfish. Especially when that supposed selfishness was not necessarily selfish either. Disregarding herself, ignoring her own needs, appeasing others at the cost of everything that could mean caring about herself...that was not selflessness. But Wisteria is unlikely to ever be convinced otherwise. Because listening to her own needs was selfish. Protecting herself was selfish. Trying to enjoy her own life was selfish. At least, that is how the picture was painted for her. And so she will set aside everything for the needs and desires of others.
Deep down, there is more to Wisteria than she usually allows herself to be. In those fleeting moments she manages to be relaxed, or when she is entertaining pups, part of her younger self shines through. That playful adventurous nature, a curiosity to see and know the world around her. She is kind and gentle, compassionate and understanding, but she isn't certain this is what's wanted from her. Not always. So it stays tucked away, reserved for when it is needed. She will always strive to be what is needed of her.
A desperation to be selfless has been ingrained in Wisteria through her negative experiences with supposedly selfish acts. But selflessness, it would seem, is not quite the same as trying desperately not to be selfish. Especially when that supposed selfishness was not necessarily selfish either. Disregarding herself, ignoring her own needs, appeasing others at the cost of everything that could mean caring about herself...that was not selflessness. But Wisteria is unlikely to ever be convinced otherwise. Because listening to her own needs was selfish. Protecting herself was selfish. Trying to enjoy her own life was selfish. At least, that is how the picture was painted for her. And so she will set aside everything for the needs and desires of others.
Deep down, there is more to Wisteria than she usually allows herself to be. In those fleeting moments she manages to be relaxed, or when she is entertaining pups, part of her younger self shines through. That playful adventurous nature, a curiosity to see and know the world around her. She is kind and gentle, compassionate and understanding, but she isn't certain this is what's wanted from her. Not always. So it stays tucked away, reserved for when it is needed. She will always strive to be what is needed of her.
History
Foxes were solitary creatures - that was just part of life. Although a mother fox would dote on her kits while her mate hunted, her time with her litter would only last long enough to teach them how to survive. Without a mate, Willow could not afford to do this. With so much time spent unprotected while she hunted and scavenged, her kits were always at risk. So she did not get attached. To them, she was simply Mother; and they were her kits. One, Two, Three, and Four. She was tired, and their time together was temporary.
Ten months. That was how long Three's mother had said she would stay with them. At worst, perhaps eight. From the moment they were told this, Three had prepared for that inevitability, had come to terms with it. They would spend those months enjoying being with their family and learning all their mother had to teach them. It was supposed to be fine. It was supposed to be simple.
It wasn't.
The separation was so sudden, so unexpected...so much sooner than it should have been. Three had been an adventurous kit, often scampering away and getting into trouble as soon as they were old enough to see, and hear, and run. It left their mother in a panic every time, but it was usually harmless in the end. They were always reunited, once Three began to miss the warmth and comfort of their family, their flight of fancy abandoned. This time should not have been any different. What harm could come from tailing a pretty bird? More than they could ever have guessed.
Their mother had warned them not to run off again, but Three had never thought it would come to this. That one more act of disobedience would see them abandoned. Their siblings had gotten tired of their games, of playing along just to be reprimanded and to sleep without full bellies. They had teased them, warned them that Mother was getting tired. That Mother was angry. Maybe Three should have listened.
Were they so bad, that even their mother couldn't love them anymore?
Four months. Alone. Three tried to stay, tried so desperately to wait for Mother, for their littermates...but leaving was inevitable. They couldn't stay there. They hardly knew how to hunt. The scraps of rabbit Mother left behind could only last so long. And so Three wandered. They wandered until they couldn't wander anymore. Until they were found.
The coyotes were not like Mother, they were sure of that, but they were alike enough that Three did not try to run as they approached. Not that they were certain they could. The larger creatures surrounded the weak, malnourished kit, and took them away. It wasn't home. They weren't family. But it was something.
"That's not a name," they had said, once Three was lucid enough to question. Supposedly, naming for birth order was...unusual. And so Three called upon their mother's favorite plant. Wisteria. That was a name, wasn't it? "So, what, you're a she-fox now or something?" They had demanded. Now? A vixen, they - she - had insisted. At least, she felt female. Mother had always preferred her sisters anyway. The coyotes had laughed. They didn't believe her, but nor did they care. Her gender was irrelevant. Her name was nothing more than something to call her by. Everything was surface-level.
To serve. That became Wisteria's duty, a soon as she was old enough, strong enough. It started with little things, things she did so willingly. Bring our weak some water. Entertain our pups. Watch for danger from the tree-tops. And then it became bigger, scarier, riskier. Spy for us. Steal for us. Kill for us. Die for us. It was too much...she couldn't do it.
That was not good enough. Unacceptable.
So many months of loyal service, yet she was abandoned again. Cast away like a troublesome flea. She wasn't good enough, again. She disobeyed, again. Wisteria hated being alone. It scared her, even if she was big enough and knowledgeable enough to fend for herself now. But if she found someone else, if she could be better...she wouldn't have to be alone. Even if they couldn't love her, even if no one could, she could still be of use. She could still belong. And so, she found a pack.
MOTHER: Willow ("Mother")
FATHER: Unknown (presumed dead)
SIBLINGS: Three other kits ("one", "two", and "four")
MATE: None
KITS: None
Ten months. That was how long Three's mother had said she would stay with them. At worst, perhaps eight. From the moment they were told this, Three had prepared for that inevitability, had come to terms with it. They would spend those months enjoying being with their family and learning all their mother had to teach them. It was supposed to be fine. It was supposed to be simple.
It wasn't.
The separation was so sudden, so unexpected...so much sooner than it should have been. Three had been an adventurous kit, often scampering away and getting into trouble as soon as they were old enough to see, and hear, and run. It left their mother in a panic every time, but it was usually harmless in the end. They were always reunited, once Three began to miss the warmth and comfort of their family, their flight of fancy abandoned. This time should not have been any different. What harm could come from tailing a pretty bird? More than they could ever have guessed.
Their mother had warned them not to run off again, but Three had never thought it would come to this. That one more act of disobedience would see them abandoned. Their siblings had gotten tired of their games, of playing along just to be reprimanded and to sleep without full bellies. They had teased them, warned them that Mother was getting tired. That Mother was angry. Maybe Three should have listened.
Were they so bad, that even their mother couldn't love them anymore?
Four months. Alone. Three tried to stay, tried so desperately to wait for Mother, for their littermates...but leaving was inevitable. They couldn't stay there. They hardly knew how to hunt. The scraps of rabbit Mother left behind could only last so long. And so Three wandered. They wandered until they couldn't wander anymore. Until they were found.
The coyotes were not like Mother, they were sure of that, but they were alike enough that Three did not try to run as they approached. Not that they were certain they could. The larger creatures surrounded the weak, malnourished kit, and took them away. It wasn't home. They weren't family. But it was something.
"That's not a name," they had said, once Three was lucid enough to question. Supposedly, naming for birth order was...unusual. And so Three called upon their mother's favorite plant. Wisteria. That was a name, wasn't it? "So, what, you're a she-fox now or something?" They had demanded. Now? A vixen, they - she - had insisted. At least, she felt female. Mother had always preferred her sisters anyway. The coyotes had laughed. They didn't believe her, but nor did they care. Her gender was irrelevant. Her name was nothing more than something to call her by. Everything was surface-level.
To serve. That became Wisteria's duty, a soon as she was old enough, strong enough. It started with little things, things she did so willingly. Bring our weak some water. Entertain our pups. Watch for danger from the tree-tops. And then it became bigger, scarier, riskier. Spy for us. Steal for us. Kill for us. Die for us. It was too much...she couldn't do it.
That was not good enough. Unacceptable.
So many months of loyal service, yet she was abandoned again. Cast away like a troublesome flea. She wasn't good enough, again. She disobeyed, again. Wisteria hated being alone. It scared her, even if she was big enough and knowledgeable enough to fend for herself now. But if she found someone else, if she could be better...she wouldn't have to be alone. Even if they couldn't love her, even if no one could, she could still be of use. She could still belong. And so, she found a pack.
MOTHER: Willow ("Mother")
FATHER: Unknown (presumed dead)
SIBLINGS: Three other kits ("one", "two", and "four")
MATE: None
KITS: None
credit to Laura of Adox