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[Verine]

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ALPHESS OF RIADVEN

IDENTIFICATION ; ; Verine Intrae Ragnvald.
KNOWN |.| AS ; ; Verine.
PET |.| NAMES ; ; Veri.
BIRTH ; ; A little over Three years ago, in late March.
GENDER ; ; Verine is seen as and sees herself as female.
VOICE ; ; To be altered from previous voice soon.
POSITION ; ; Co-Alpha with Cassiel, formally Beta, formally Warrior.
SEXUAL |.| ORIENTATION ; ; Pansexual.  

COLORATION ; ; Verine has no steady pattern of color in her coat, all of the colors thrown together haphazardly. Flattering patches of black and tan appear out of nowhere throughout her body, as though leaking out from inside her. Smaller accents of darker and lighter brown dance throughout her coat, highlighting her features and blending the rest of the colors nicely together. Verines face is a refreshing mask of white, accented by various colors from her coat.

LENGTH ; ; Verines fur is long, and fluffy. The thick mass shelters her body nicely, and prevents a lot of items from actually puncturing her skin. far from sleek, the hairs stand erect all over, helping prevent snarls and tangling of any sort. Her poufy fur noticeably thickens at her ruff, where the hair is also much more lengthy than the rest of her body.

MARKINGS ; ; All throughout her body, Verine has odd markings of color, completely unique to her. Since they show up so often, one quickly gets used to them and begins to recognize them as normal. While Verine is littered with healed lacerations and punctures, they are-thankfully-hidden underneath her thick hide, plentiful as they are. The most noticeable scar she has is an ugly splotch of pink skin on her right hind thigh. The healing flesh is quite the eyesore, with small patches of fur attempting to grow through the small mass, which is noticeably shorter than the rest of her fur.

BUILD ; ; While her form is an obvious tribute to her gender, Verine is larger than the average female, and is closer to the weight and height of most males. The heavy slabs of muscle on her body render her slightly slower than other wolves, though she can still maintain a healthy speed for quite a distance. As much of a poofball she is, one clearly notices the curves and contours of her body, to which she often uses to her advantage ;3

EYE |.| COLOR ; ; Verine has a bit weaker eyesight than most, but having beautiful irises makes up for it. Indescribable, and perplexing,  the soft blue color gains a yellowish tint as you branch farther out from the pupil. The black pits in the center of her eyes distinctly meld with her irises, which is unsettling to most wolves, no matter how gorgeous they may be.

FRAGRANCE ; ; Sharp and tingly. Unsettling. Enticing. All these things and more could be about the scent that follows Verine around, as she has a distinguishable cross between peppermint and heavy rainfall throughout a thunderstorm. Its hard to ignore the fragrance of Verine, and not many would want to due to the pleasant sensations it creates upon first inhale.


IDIOSYNCRASIES ; ;
|.| Verine tends to disappear into herself, losing herself in thoughts, daydreams, or nightmares. When this happens, she will shut down and lock herself away inside, and if what she happens to be thinking about is negative, it'll take a long time for her shell to crack and break away again.
|.| Flinching away from others is a big one. As of late, Verine has gotten more confidence, however she still automatically assumes that she is going to be physically hurt for anything she says or does.
|.| Sudden physical activity isn't as strange as it sounds, however it does exist when it comes to Verine. Having trained herself as a warrior, going long periods of time without some sort of movement sets her on edge, and she will stop in the middle of speaking to stand and move in place, attempting to keep whatever conversation going as she exercises.


PAST ; ; All of the strength, and nourishment was infused into a single, healthy pup, whom was named Verine.
Her mother couldn't have cared less about her gender, her father the opposite. The detached male had prayed for a male to carry on his legacy. If his mate had cheated on him and had a male instead, all would've been forgiven.
It was all he wanted.
However, being born a female, her parents had little to no affection for her. It was immediate, her mother deciding that there was more entertaining, and fulfilling things to do rather than care for a pup, and her father was far too displeased to even look at her, least of all speak to her.
Just having been born, this was normal to Verine.
Shunned by everyone at camp, Verine had no playmates, and would romp around with only herself and the sticks that were thrown at her. This too, in all senses of the word, was normal to her. Sticks weren't meant to hurt her, in her mind, but offered up a game for her to play. All alone, that is.
Eventually, after realizing that his mate could bear no more pups, Verines father came to a tiresome decision; If you couldn't have a male, why not have a masculine female?
And so the alpha settled with what he was given, choosing to finally surround himself around the only offspring he would ever be able to have. Make no mistake though, as there was still no affection in their relationship; The alpha was there for the sole purpose of training his daughter to be a son.
By nature, Verine was already a quiet pup. Now, however, she was never to speak unless spoken to. She was to sit patiently, waiting for someone to approach her, and if they asked something of her, she was to swiftly follow and obey these orders. No complaints. With haste. Perfection is key. Mistakes mean punishment.
Despite following her fathers rules very seriously, and never venturing out of the limits, the alpha was still never satisfied with his daughter, and Verine was well aware of his displeasure.
By the time she was yearling, she was still ignored around camp. Pushed into. Walked over and used as a slave. It didn't matter that she was the alphas' pup; They didn't care, because her job was to obey and follow. She was never to lead, and so she never did.
As she reached the age of yearling--as did many of the other pups in pack--, Verine was integrated into the Warriors camp. While she had no choice in the matter, she wouldn't have chosen anything else anyways. While most of the fae yearlings had chosen frilly ranks that would allow them to keep their slim body and female attraction, Verine wanted to be respected for once, and if that meant bulking up into the warrior she was going to be, then so be it.
Warriors themselves were probably the most revered wolves at camp, perhaps more so than even the alphas. Living in such a dangerous territory required that they always had wolf-power, and some sort of defense against any kind of threats that the surrounded territories proposed.
Verine was clearly outnumbered gender-wise in the Warriors Training camp, the only other female eventually deciding that she wanted to join the healers, like most of the other faes. This didn't bother her though, and she came to appreciate it. Being completely alone, she had no friends to impress, and could focus all of her mind and body into the training. If she had anyone to please, it was her instructors, and her father. She was never upset with her role, only accepting of the situation she had been provided.
Naturally a star at the ways of a Warrior, Verine swiftly moved through the apprentice classes, shining well above all of the other yearlings. For this, they despised her even more. No matter though, for their glares and taunting words were no different than they had been before she was an apprentice.
Eventually, Verine was too far ahead in her teachings to be taught with the other yearlings that were training, and was given a sole instructor that she was to follow around and obey for the time being.
Giddy with excitement and anticipation, Verine approached her father, respectfully informing him of the news. Instead of receiving glowing words of praise though, Verine was instructed to do better. Again.
In his eyes, she would always be far less than perfect, unless she graduated to the Warrior class well before the other yearlings.
And so, this she did.
Not soon after being shamed by her father, Verine graduated into the Warriors, for which she received a bit more respect. While wolves at camp still refused to socialize with her, she was seldom shoved aside, and some of the warriors that had graduated in years past began to have polite, if not short conversations with her.
Hearing of this, the alpha finally congratulated her. While she still had to obey him, she was given a much longer leash. As long as she swore to protect the pack, she was golden to him. He finally had the 'Son' that he wanted; One that could carry on his legacy properly.
Things at pack were laid back for a while, and very little things occurred. A few lone wolves that tried to break into the territory were questioned, and then slaughtered. Besides that though, the wolves were content, and Verine was content along with them.
Verine began to fit in with the warriors, now that she was sleeping at their den. While she still had no friends, many of the brutes began to notice her. After all, the time for mating season was rolling around soon, and Verine was one of the very few female Warriors. A little shyly, Verine could even admit that she was quite the piece of tail, pun intended.
Verine hardly noticed their aloof attention, preferring to spend time guarding at her fathers side instead, doing small favors for him while she was off duty.
Eventually, the more time she spent protecting her father, and standing next to him, he would converse with her. It was as if he finally accepted her--to some extent--, and he would even smile at her as she approached.
Her father was much more aware of the attention she was receiving, and it bothered him that she wasn't taking the time to flirt and choose someone for herself, because even though her father was finally accepting of her, deep down he had the same desire for a male to carry on his legacy, and a grandson would be suitable if his mate could bear no sons for him.
They then proceeded to have a lengthy conversation on the males at the camp, broken up by short periods of laughter. While Verine assumed her father to be joking, the alpha couldn't have been more serious. And so, he decided that he would assign a mating between his daughter and whoever suited his preference.
Slowly, Veris father thoroughly observed all of the warriors that she worked with, noting their pros and cons. He knew for sure that she would be mated with a Warrior, as he had mated with a Warrior himself.
Verine, as expected, said nothing against her fathers choices, however deep inside she was seething at the fact of mating with someone against her own choice. She was disgusted by the thought of it, as she was sure anyone who would mate with her would be for selfish reasons. As an adult, she had come to learn that the sticks thrown at her were not for games, but for torment; She had been hated her whole life, and that seemed as though it would never change.
Eventually, it seemed that her father had made his choice, and Verine was introduced to Ivar.
Ivar was tall, imposing, and nothing but muscle. His massive skull was adorned with red and gray streaks, small accents of black around his face. Quiet, he was charming nonetheless, and rumored to be the best Warrior the camp had in a while. To Veris father, this would create a good litter of pups.
Left alone one night, Ivar tried his chance at small talk. Soon after repeatedly pursuing her smile, Ivar succeeded. Verine laughed heavily with him, opening up a little bit. What she had dreaded before turned out to be a wonderful experience, followed by a happy, dreamless slumber curled up next to someone--for the first time in her life.
The next few days, Verine was excused from her Warrior duties by her fathers authority, for which she was to spend her time with Ivar. The pair grew close, but never too close, considering they were both equally sheltered and quiet, but for different reasons.
Mating season was soon upon the camp, and Verine had come to terms with the fact that Ivar was the wolf she was going to spend the rest of her life with, despite her young age. Perhaps even a bit pleased, since he was such a gentlemen. Her shell had broken a bit around him, especially now that her father was speaking with her easily.
Things seemed like they were finally going to fall in place. She had even thought out pup names; She was giddy with anticipation of pups. Pups!
Ivar approached her confidently, and in a pool of moonlight, next to a secluded pond, they made their decision. Nerve-wracking as it was, it continued to hold a touch of magic long after their mating had occurred.
More time passed, and as spring approached, the happenings at camp continued to remain calm and peaceful. Most of the females had been moved to a separate den where they would all raise their pups simultaneously, a new rule that had been set in place by Verines father. Though Veri knew her father expected her to bed with the other new mothers, she continued to spend her nights at the Warrior den, just as she continued to do her job.
Soon, many faes at camp birthed their litters, much earlier than expected. The camp was awash with the weak cries of newborn pups, and the scent of a new generation. Feeling as though she had a ways to go before she expected the pups, she still continued to serve her duty as a Warrior.
Everything changed in the span of a single night.
Blood-curdling screams awoke the rest of the camp, the nightly patrols gurgled cries quickly cut off, the sighs of their lives passing painfully obvious over camp.
Verine reacted quickly, as did the rest of the wolves at the Warrior den. Sprinting as fast as she could--for being fat with pups--, Verine moved to her post in the center of the territory. The mothers den was not far off, and on a hunch, Verine moved her plump body over to help protect the future of the pack.
As she was moving along, she noticed the flames that rose up the trees for the first time, devouring the wood and leaves. She froze, staring in astonishment at the orange and yellow monster that licked her territory, erasing memories in the process.
As she was gazing at the damage that was occurring, she was tackled by one of the wolves that had invaded the territory. Her brain made the connection quickly, and furious at the wolves that had started all the chaos, she kicked him off.
Scrabbling to her paws, she circled the wolf, snarling as she did so. The loner was small, but clearly well muscled. And not pregnant.
Struggling to keep her fear under control, Verine faced off the loner for seconds before he was suddenly down, a familiar form quickly closing its jaws over the loners neck.
Ivar had raised himself up from the wolf, panicked eyes grazing over her with worry as he questioned her well being.
Shaking her head, he pushed her further into the mothers den area, nuzzling her quickly before sprinting off again.
Still mostly shocked, Verine could only watch in terror as one of the mothers was slaughtered brutally in front of her pups. The ground was littered with the dead carcasses of puppies, their frail bodies easily crushes in the jaws of whomever had gotten there before her.
For whatever reason, the loner ignored her as he rushed off to cause mayhem someplace else in the territory, leaving the Mothers Den in ruins.
Verine fell, eyes watering as she gazed at all of the bodies. They had no chance.
While laying there, Veri heard a soft whimper. Searching, Verine came across two single pups stashed in a partially hollow log, behind the cover of a boulder. They didn't seem to be related, but it didn't matter.
Scooping the little bags of life up into her jaws, she swiftly carried them to the edge of the territory. Nearly there, she hadn't expected to be attacked by another wolf, especially this close to the fringe.
The pups yelped as they crashed down, flying from her jaws. Before she could turn to get up, the loner was upon the two, crushing their spines ruthlessly. Sobbing as she watched the pups go limp, Verine dove towards the loner.
Her emotions, however, didn't get in the way of her performance of slaughtering the strange female. If anything, the anger and resentment towards whoever had invaded their pack aided her in shredding the pup-murderer, her Warrior training intensified as she fought with her emotions.
After disposing of the loner, Verine rushed back to camp to assist her pack mates. Focused completely on her efforts to get back as quick as possible, the heavy weight of someone ramming into her was highly unexpected.
Whirling around to face whoever it was, Verine blindly dove at the wolf, latching her jaws on the wolfs neck before she realized who it was.
Dropping her hold on Ivar, she backed away, apologizing as he stood and faced her. Even in the midst of all the chaos, he smiled at her, brushing off her apologies.
He explained his plan, regarding her fleeing the pack and him catching up later--She had pups inside that needed to be protected.
Before he could finish though, another wolf was on top of him, just as another was on top of Verine. She yelped, landing heavily on her side near the spreading flames. To this day, Verine remains terrified of fire.
Feeling her flesh melt, Verine had attempted to pull herself out from under the wolfs grip. But, the loner had tackled her in such a way so she was completely vulnerable. Her teachings instructed that she never be caught in this position.
It wasn't long before she felt more than the single loners jaw on her throat, but one tearing at her stomach and another by her spine.
Though she continued to struggle, it seemed useless. About to give in to the darkness that was clouding her vision as she was strangled, she could hardly believe it when her wheezing breaths entered her lungs again.
Ivars snarl was louder than the three wolves that had been on her before combined, and even though he was bleeding profusely from various wounds, he was still bigger than any of the loners.
As Ivar fought off the loners, Verine glanced down at her stomach, which had been reduced to shredded ribbons. Slowly getting up, and glancing behind her, she saw that Ivar only had one wolf to finish off.
She didn't hesitate to flee as fast as she could without injuring herself further. Her spine felt fine, and she was obviously holding her neck up, so the real damage was her ruined underside.  
Slowing her hasty limp, Verine glanced behind her, expecting to see her mate bounding through the brush. Seeing nothing, she changed her course and headed back to where the loners had attacked.
Reaching the edge of the smoldering trees, Verine arrived just as the loners head jerked sharply to the side, snapping Ivars neck. A sob escaped from her mouth before she could stop it, but for whatever reason the loner was too distracted by the dead body of Ivar before him. Fascinated by it even.
After taking a moment to recover witnessing the death of her mate, Verine spun and swiftly limped back the way she had started, muffling her yelps as she dragged herself along and attempted to make as little noise as possible.
Slowly-without catching the notice of anyone else-, Verine made it out of the territory, and far from any other wolves territory.
Reaching the river that cut across the expansive forest, she passed out.
Eventually, She woke up-perhaps days later-, a foreign heat on her back side. Stomach stitched. Rolling away from the wolf behind her, Verine stood up, growling softly. Chances were, this was the wolf that had healed her. But, it was also a stranger.
Small amber eyes peeked up at her, a slender muzzle with a white face cautiously smiling at her. The fae was tiny, with sleek blonde fur. Her name was Navin, and as Verine suspected, she had assisted with the healing process. Navin explained things slowly, informing her that she had just made it to the edge of their territory, where she was now.
She had lost the pups.
Weeks passed before she could move again, and then more before she finally was healthy enough to travel.
When she left, she was a new wolf.

UPDATED HISTORY ; ; Verine had entered Riadven as a loner, and not soon after she had managed to become a promising Warrior of the pack. Little went on at first, until humans and their hunting companion, a canine by the name of Jake, with a vile stench, invaded the territory. Maverick, Cassiel, and Deyanira were set to take care of this dog, but Deyanira had abruptly given up on the thought of it, and Verine was to take her place. Eager to receive a chance to prove herself, Verine gladly joined the hunting party.
However, Verine was unable to stay, nearly passing out and vomiting from the stench of Jake. Cassiel escorted her to the Lake of Red leaves, and a romance that had previously been budding between them blew into a full scale relationship. The two confessed their love for each other(IT WAS FRIGGIN GR9 AND I NEARLY CRIED), and not too long after mated, without the permission from their alpha before hand. Which, if anyone didn't know, is totally reckless and super hawtinappropriate. After the burial of three pack members, Maverick left the pack and promoted Cassiel and Verine as alphas. Fast forward a couple months, and three darling pups are born in the order or Erol, Cress, and Navin, whom was named after Verines healer. Erol and Navin, despite both being male, couldn't have been more different, and Cress was spunky as ever. Unbeknownst to these darling pups however, Cassiel and Verine were currently going through a rough patch, with Cassiel flirting with a new girl in town; Kanaya. The tension grew unbearable for the two alphas, until their pups were slaughtered by a bear, which will inevitablly bring them together. Updates will be added later.

PERSONALITY ; ; Verine comes off as a shy wolf, and she likes it like that. Nobody messes with the quiet wolves, and typically nobody ever has anything against them, which is how she likes it. If Verine could ensure that everyone she would ever meet would be mostly okay with her, Verine would do that and allow herself to break completely out of her shell. Chances of that happening, though, are slim, and so Verine keeps her quiet side as her dominant side, thoughts of her fathers demands on the edges of her mind always.
While quiet, she will easily jump into any conversation that someone starts with her, and often it will be lengthy and show off her intelligence. Verine feeds off of intelligence and in-depth conversations, and deems all those that are willing to share such conversations with her as beautiful, regardless of anything. In general, Verine finds all wolves beautiful and will shamelessly admire anyone for a number of reasons. There are times when she will voice these reasons, and times where she wont.
Verine desires attention, quite strongly, though she'd never admit it. And, if she were given attention, the most natural reaction would be to shy away from it and ask that it stop. Credit for this is given to her father, whom demanded that she be both desirable and powerful, that she be both strong and seductive. Another thing that ties into this is the fact that she has been ignored for most of her life, and any sort of attention at all warms her chest incredibly.
At times, she can be over confident, and usually makes other wolves uncomfortable by crossing the social boundaries that have been set in place. She likes to compliment others, yes, but her compliments tend to be strange and well thought out. That being said, Verine continues to be extremely respectful, and ever the obedient, as expected from someone who has been taught to obey.
Verine is not open about her feelings or past in any aspect, and will deny and deny and deny any thoughts she has, especially if she thinks it will affect someone else in any way. Close to none are actually aware of her past life, and she would be the one wolf to keep it that way forever. As far as shes concerned, her past is the past, and she is ashamed about it. Verine belives that she could've been one to stop everything from happening, and blames herself for the death of everyone.
Again regarding her naturally submissive nature, Verine does a satisfactory job of leading a pack, asserting herself easily now that she knows others are there to obey her, and not the other way around. Despite being filled with this new sense of power, Verine wouldn't dare dream of taking advantage of it for fear of putting a wolf in the same place she used to be. She handles the role of an alphess easily, and there are times where she enjoys being an alpha rather than a warrior. However, deep down inside she feels unworthy of such a title.
In general, Verine feels unworthy of a lot of things. Of being an alpha, of being an mother, of being mated to Cassiel, of a friend of a pack mate of a wolf and everything else, because she is guilty about everything regardless if its her fault or not.
However, despite her many insecurities, Verine is a generally happy wolf and does enjoy life, and those around her.

LOVER; ; Cassiel.<3

OFFSPRING ; ;
|.| First litter is deceased, never having been named. Sired by Ivar.
|.| Second litter consists of Erol, Cress, and Navin. Sired by Cassiel. Now Deceased due to slaughter of bear.
|.| Adopted pups consist of Kahlua(Erased from pack history), Roki, and Dido, though Dido hardly accepts it.
|.| Third litter to come soon!~

BIOLOGICAL FAMILY ; ; All that was of her birth pack is gone, deceased and burned to oblivion.

FRIENDSHIPS ; ;
|.| KYO ; ; Kyo is no longer a member of Riadven, though Verine still considers him to be her first friend and recognizes him as a current one.
|.| JEAMES ; ; Verine babies Jea, and continues to cherish him despite his alternative personality. Jeames was one of her first friends.
|.| MAVE ; ; The former alpha of Riadven has always been held close to Verines heart, especially due to her slight former attraction to him.
|.| DEYANIRA ; ; Having hated the female at first, it was a large surprise when Verine became close to her. Deya became and will remain to be Verines closest girlfriend.
|.| KAHLUA ; ; The adopted pup and Verine have a very close relationship, and Verine will vent to Kahlua more than she will her own pups, also considering Lua is older than Veris biological litter.
|.| SHUN ; ; Despite Shun leaving as soon as he joined, Verine bonded with him easily and does consider him to be a friend of hers.
|.| FEATHER ; ; Verine doesn't have many females for friends, but Feather happens to be one of those exceptions. There aren't terribly close, but Veri does enjoy Feather.
|.| CASSIEL ; ; Her mate as well as her closest friend. Verine trusts and depends on Cass on a level higher than any other, despite the rocky road of their relationship.


RIVALRIES ; ; Verine already dislikes very few wolves, so she has few rivalries, save for the pack that slaughtered her birth pack.

THEME ; ; Takenobu - Exposition

[Topaz]

BREH. IT'S AMAZING. I LOVE IT SO MUCH<33

[Verine]

TY<3 I APPRECIATE THAT.

[Guest]

Omg this is so fcking epic. The layout, so amazing. DUDE THE DETAILS IN EVERY SINGLE SENTENCE. PERF. You did a very good job on this gbf. <3

-cries silently in a corner- "I thought we're frens."

[Verine]

TYSFM BB ILY.<3
You're so sweet my GBF c': <3

I was actually gonna put you there but I didn't know for sure so I didn't T^T Ily tho<3 /sobs

[Maverick]

|.| MAVE ; ; The former alpha of Riadven has always been held close to Verines heart, especially due to her slight former attraction to him.

Hahahahah I know you still can't resist me

[Keane]

Pfft. Neverrrrr ;3
<33

[Maverick]

Whatever you say ;3

[Verine]

I have updated Verines biography slightly, and added a brief recent history .3.

[Jeamesero]

Oh yay, it's lovely~ <333

By the way, Sun is back. Verine and him can bond againnnn. <3 :'D

[Verine]

Oh yayayyy<3
VERI WILL BE SO DOWN TO UNLOAD EVERYTHING ONTO JEA AND SHUN OMG. JUST SAYING.

[Jeamesero]

YES YES YES SHE SHOULD!
JEAMES IS GONNA GIVE HER HUGS!

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