Post by Deleted on Feb 7, 2022 18:18:51 GMT -5
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Soraia
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[attr="class","wappleftdec"] [attr="class","wappsection"]BASICS [attr="class","wapprightdec"] | |||||||||||||||||||||||||
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[attr="class","wappleftdec"] [attr="class","wappsection"]APPEARANCE [attr="class","wapprightdec"] | |||||||||||||||||||||||||
Size: 36inch | 48lbs (at full grown) [break] Coloration: Reddish-brown fur with black socks, muzzle, and mane [break] Features: Long legs, short tail, large ears, and a mane down her back [break] Eyes: Brown [break] Scars: N/A [break][break] Resembling a fox on stilts, Soraia stands on four long slender legs with black socks that end at her elbows. Her dark brown puppy fur has begun to lighten to a reddish-brown, which will eventually turn vibrant red as she reaches maturity. Her coat is marked further with a whitish tuft at the tip of her tail and a white "bib" beneath her throat. True to her species, she has a black mane that runs between her shoulders and down her back, a short tail, and large ears to help her hear small rodents. Her frame is lithe and covered in lean muscle, making her appear lanky with her long limbs and large ears. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||
[attr="class","wappleftdec"] [attr="class","wappsection"]PERSONALITY [attr="class","wapprightdec"] | |||||||||||||||||||||||||
[break] As a young pup, Soraia was bright, energetic, and playful. Although her brother's sickness meant the two couldn't play as the other pups did, she still loved spending time with him and the two developed their own kind of play. When the healers would visit the nursery for his treatment, she watched them closely, absorbing as much information as she could. Despite her brother's objection to the game, Soraia loved playing "healer" and mimicking what she had observed. Spending time with her brother taught her to be gentle and helped her develop a delicate touch. [break][break] While she was very close with her brother, her parents were a different story. Their worry for their son kept their attention firmly on him, leaving her in the background. After the sudden death of her brother, rather than grieving together as a family, her parents became even more distant and left her to deal with her grief on her own. Her outlook turned pessimistic and negative, and she was no longer the bright, playful pup she used to be. [break][break] After becoming a healer whelp, she dove into her work and studies and became obsessed with learning everything she could about healing herbs. While she shows promise as a healer, she's timid and insecure in her abilities. In a pack that's so superstitious and spiritual, visions and communicating with spirits seem to be vital - especially for a healer. She worries that her inability to have these dreams or visions means that the Ancestors, and her pack, will never truly accept her as a healer. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||
[attr="class","wappleftdec"] [attr="class","wappsection"]HISTORY [attr="class","wapprightdec"] | |||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Mentor: [break] Soraia was born to Elisandra and Alceu, a loner pair living on the neutral lands between Heaven's Peak and Limberlost. Life was good for the couple until they discovered that they were expecting pups. The pregnancy was not easy, and although it was her first litter, Elisandra could tell that something was wrong. Desperate to save her pups, she and Alceu sought the help of Heaven's Peak first. They had barely stepped foot within the territory before they were met with hostility and chased off. [break][break] Deciding that the journey to Sawtooth's territory would be much too far for Elisandra to travel, the pair resigned to seek the help of the Limberlost pack. Although they lived at its border, the pair had always had an uneasy feeling about the swamp and the pack living within. The Limberlost pack seemed strange to the loners, who didn't share their strong beliefs of Ancestors and spirits. Afraid to be chased off again, the pair lingered at the border and peered through the trees, awaiting any sign of the swamp's inhabitants. [break][break] When someone finally found them, they were relieved to be escorted to their camp rather than immediately turned away. When they arrived at the camp, they were taken to speak with the pack leader. After explaining their situation, Elisandra was taken to see the healers of the pack. Her fears were confirmed; something was wrong with her pregnancy. She was given herbs and kept under constant watch until the time came for her pups to arrive. The night air was filled with the pained whines of Elisandra as the healers worked frantically to deliver her pups. Soraia was the first to be born under the light of the full moon, followed long after by her brother Tulio. [break][break] While Soraia was a perfectly healthy pup, her brother was weak from some sort of illness or defect. Although he had survived his first night, the healers were not hopeful that he would live past his first month. Elisandra became consumed with the desire to keep her son alive and did everything she could to ensure his survival. Tulio was regularly taken to the healer's den for any abnormal behavior, and Elisandra immersed herself in the traditions of Limberlost, praying that the Ancestors would protect her pup. She completely covered the nursery in the brightest protection symbols, which she painted and re-painted almost every day. [break][break] Over the next few months, things seemed to begin improving for the maned wolf family. Tulio was no longer barely clinging to life and began to play with his sister, while Soraia had begun to show an interest in the work of the healers that visited her brother. Elisandra was convinced that the Ancestors had heard her prayers and had saved her pup. However, their luck would not last. At around 4 months old, Tulio suddenly became very ill - much worse than he had ever been. The healers did all they could over the next day, while the pups' mother frantically pleaded with the Ancestors not to take her son. Soraia begged the healers to let her help her brother, but she was shooed away and told to keep out from underpaw while they worked. Unfortunately, Tulio died the next night despite everyone's best efforts. [break][break] Racked with grief, Elisandra became even more obsessed with Limberlost Pack's beliefs. She eventually asked to officially join the pack so that she could stay close with the spirit of her lost pup. Alceu became a warrior for the pack, while Soraia set her sights on becoming a healer. The family was never quite the same again; Elisandra grew distant and looked to spirituality and superstition for answers, while Alceu became apathetic and withdrawn, leaving Soraia to deal with her own grief alone. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||
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[break] Darkness surrounded Soraia as she stood in an unfamiliar place, her eyes scanning for the source of the voices murmuring in her ears. There was no hint of light, not a trace of moonlight nor a single star, to cut through the blackness. She raised her muzzle to sniff the air but was only met with a cold, musty scent as though she were lost in a deep cavern. Where was she? This couldn't be Limberlost swamp. This has to be a dream... she thought. The overlapping whispers seemed to be coming from all directions, echoing throughout the vast emptiness. Summoning her courage, she let out a meek "H-hello?" Her voice echoed through the dim but was only met with silence. "Is... is anyone there?" [break][break] All at once, the whispers started again, this time even closer. They seemed to be closing in around her. Her heart pounded in her chest as the ghostly disembodied voices surrounded her, filling her ears with the same insecurities she struggled with daily. "You'll always be an outsider," one voice hissed, so close to her ear it sent shivers down her spine. She willed her paws to move, to run as far away from the voices as fast as she could, but she was frozen to the spot. "You will never truly belong to the pack," another breathed. "S-stop it! That's not true!" Her cry was filled with desperation. "Limberlost is my home... It's... It's where I was born!" [break][break]
[break] The voices grew louder and closer, berating her with her own negative thoughts until they rose to a crescendo with a singular phrase. "They'll never accept you!" [break][break] Soraia jolted awake as the echoing of the voices faded with her dream. Her gaze darted wildly around her surroundings, her hackles standing on end. She could just make out the shape of the mouth of her den and the outline of her nest in the dim moonlight. She inhaled deeply, taking in the familiar scents of the swamp. The terror she felt in her dream began to subside and she felt her body begin to relax. Pushing herself to her paws, she shook the bedding from her pelt before stepping outside. She sat at the mouth of the den and stared up at the night sky, relieved to see a sliver of moon and stars through the trees. [break][break] What did the dream mean? Did she finally receive a message from the Ancestors? The thought of her experience being some kind of sign sent a chill down her spine. I really hope not! She brushed it aside as a simple nightmare, nothing more. Even if I don't have dreams or see spirits, they'll have to accept me. I'll prove to them that I'm worthy to serve as their healer, with or without help from the Ancestors. |
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