Thirteen "maliss", //kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep

[Thirteen]

<sup>All the cracks will crawl right through me.

The Name:
Miss Thirteen Maliss
The Age:
Exactly 3.5 Years
The Gender:
A Female
Placement:
Warrior

The Family:
Anhuzal [father - alive]
Kamei [mother - dead]
Moira [little sister - dead]

Lileuh [adoptive mother - dead]

The Way She Acts:
Thirteen is a wolf reincarnated from the cold ashes of a reality of hatred and madness. She is constructed from nightmares and uses the fear of others to her advantange.
She grew up being told that she was worthless, and would always be alone. Slowly but surely, Thirteen began to believe this. Eventually it became what drove her onward. Her solitude. Its what keeps her protected, no longer vulnerable to the ever-prying world and its prejudiced accusations. She believes she will always be alone, even when amidst a congregation of wolves, or one within a large and growing pack. No one understood her, and she doesn't let anybody understand her now, or her problems, whatever they may be.

Basically her personality, described in two words, but be /estranged/ and /poisonous/.
She is taunting and won't care if she were rude to anybody else. Earning her name is certainly no easy feat; many stop trying after a few minutes. Ill-mannered, Thirteen doesn't care for etiquette, or respect for that matter, but she will do whatever it takes to get what she wants. Even if that means having to submit to an Alpha to find her place in a pack. However not many packs tend to suit her, as she finds any creature living in one depends on the rest of the pack, making them seem weak.
But her thoughts were foolish, and many thought Thirteen was too. Mostly for her disregard of rational facts and legitimate answers. She considers herself a genius though, for not caring what anybody else says, she keeps quiet and doesn't tell anything about herself- her future where-abouts, her name, etc. And so she would protect herself.

One of the things that frightens her most is the gaze of another. Due to her history, she always found their eyes were blaming and full of disreput. Which is why she avoids looking into the eyes of strangers.
What earned her the titles above, 'Constructed from nightmares' or 'She is fear', is her manner of revenge plotted on all wolves, despite the fact they may not have done anything for her. But Thirteen disregards those rational facts, doesn't she?
As for vengance, she would get to know you. Maybe make you think she was your friend, although Thirteen didn't need friends. Then she'd strike. She'd lure her prey into such a vulnerable state, and then pierce you with painful and disparaging words. As if the anguish she intended to instill was drawn up from her own past, its horror she seemed to recall and pour unto her victim. She'd wear you down to your last bit of dignity. Then she'd leave you.
She'd leave you with only a fleeting memory of herself not as a kind she-wolf who probably lied about her name, but as a cold, unfeeling wench who tore apart your pride so ruthlessly.
That was Thirteen.

The Way She Looks:
This is a creature one would not often see, or take notice of. One wouldn't even take a second look at her- mostly because they'd never be able to. For she is a tell-tale ghost, a fleeting form.
Her fur is untainted, and appears to be a purine white. The only thing 'pure' about her. There are few darker splotches along her shoulders and haunches, but not much darker. Infact, around there the tips of her fur are simply slightly faded grey. This is the same under her muzzle and around her neck. Her cardinal points are also slightly faded silver- ie the tip of her tail, her lanky appendages, the tips of her ears, etc.

In much contrast to her pallid fur, are her darkened eyes. They wield an estranged colouration of gold, streaked with delicate tendrils of silver and and olive around her pupils. Barely reflecting her emotion, she tends to not look into the eyes of others too often. This is because the gazes of strangers frighten her, probably the only thing that does, as what she sees is blaming and accusing eyes. Always.

Other than that, she has the natural build of a female timber wolf. Stream-lined body made for speed, not power, yet Thirteen never fails to demonstrate her strength nonetheless with intelligent and warrior-like skills through battle.
She stands at a height of 28 inches and weighs 67 lbs, while the length of her body is 4.7 Feet.

The Story:
It was cold.
Thats all she could remember, hardly even.
That it was cold.

Kamei hid herself deep within the den that her mate had so graciously offered to help dig out. She shivered violently, as the clouds exploded above and sent down endless waves of icy rain just outside the entrance to her haven. Lightning flashed in the distance; but she paid no mind to it. She was more concerned about the tiny hearts beating, the helpless bodies situated in her swollen belly. A sudden pain stabbed at the she-wolf, and she groaned, allowing her head to rest in the dirt-blanketted earth below.
They were coming.

--

The air still held the heavy aroma of rain from last night's storm. Tiny, clear globules still dropped from the tree leaves onto the verdant blades of grass below them, along with dew that dampened the viscinity further. Anhuzal issued forth a content sigh, closing his eyes. He had gotten word that his mate was giving birth, as it was sung by the birds by the rising of the sun. Upon his charcoal lips spread a proud smile. The only thing to be proud of, actually.
A few months ago he had run off with Kamei, who was the youngest daughter of the Betas of the Winter's Solstice Pack. The Alphas' only son, Mizume, had begun to fancy Kamei, but when Anhuzal and Kamei began to bond, then fall inlove, Mizume demanded they drop the affairs. Anhuzal rebelled and convinced Kamei into running away with him- and now here they were.
The wolf shook his head at the fading memory. He and Kamei were able to hunt for themselves, but lately he had gone hungry trying to hunt on his own and supply enough sustinance for his mate. That was alright though, it helped the pups.
Unable to keep himself from atleast visiting his mate and hopefully already born whelps, Anhuzal dashed to the den.

But what he expected to see, wasn't what met his gaze.

Kamei's heart was not beating- she didn't make it through. The whelps were all motionless. Anhuzal was torn, but his mourning didn't last for long. He didn't realize two of the pups were still alive and trying to breath- until inspecting the litter. His heart leapt, and he did his best to clean them off, but knew they wouldn't survive for long...

The male grasped the two pups within his jaws, unfortunately knowing the only place he could go was back to Winter's Solstice, if he wanted the twins to live.
The timber wolf's powerful form sped across the horizon, as swiftly as he could to his former home. He arrived dangerously close to the two losing their lives. Anhuzal forced himself to drop his dignity, begging for Mizume to accept the pups. By then he had found his own mate, but the pair rejected the cubs. Anhuzal was desperate, but fortunately another female had accepted them. She went by Lileuh, the Omega of the pack.

Anhuzal was chased out of the packlands shortly after handing the twins over to Lileuh, hardly given time to say goodbye to them. Just as Lileuh was, the two grew up being told they were worthless and meant nothing to the pack, which often kept them wondering why they were still part of it, and why they didn't leave or be chased away. The Omega didn't have the privelage to name them- instead Mizume had named the oldest of the two Taiketta, while the younger, Moira.

Around the same time Taiketta and Moira had been born, the Alpha female, Mizume's new mate, had given birth to three pups. Two of them died, leaving only one male, Alken. Now, it wasn't known to the rest of the pack, including Moira, but Alken seemed to be more fond of Taiketta than any others their age, including the she-wolf Mizume expected the Alpha Heir to become mated to.

By about a year old, Taiketta and Alken were in love. But the beating the Omega trio took never ceased, as the pack still didn't know, however Alken insisted they go easier on them. For Taiketta atleast. The she-wolf was protective over Moira though, and if any packmate dared approach her younger sister with violent intentions, Tai was there to either take the beating for her or try to defend Moira the best an Omega could.

However it was one day the punishments had gone too far.
In the midst of a hunt, which Lileuh participated in along with Mizume, his mate, and two others, tragedy befell the Alpha pair. They had been boldly chasing down a stag, Mizume's powerful body running alongside it, while the Alpha female moved swiftly on its other side. Lileuh was behind the stag, and eventually came up beside the prominent female. Mizume didn't know this, and rammed himself into the stag, part of the plan when his mate would dodge the stumbling buck and attack its legs. But instead of being able to move out of the way, the Alpha female had been distracted by Lileuh. The stag's heavy body impaled the she-wolf, and he trampled over her, leaving her crushed form behind as he fled.

Mizume was outraged, blaming Lileuh for it. It wasn't entirely her fault, somehow or other, but the male didn't realize that either. On the spot he killed the older Omega, and intended to find her two adopted daughter, for the same fate would follow them. When he did, it was Moira he took first. Taiketta knew he was going to kill her, and desperately wanted to save her, therefore she fled from her hiding spot in the foliage and stood alongside Moira. But Alken leapt at her, pinning Tai to the ground. He whispered into her ear, "Run while you still have a chance."
Taiketta didn't.

Instead, rage flared up inside of her as Alken just let his father kill Moira. Tai saw it all, her fragile body quaking in fear, her crimson blood spewing out in ropes as Mizume closed his jaws over her windpipe, and the Alphen's foolish sense of justice for the death of his mate. Taiketta exploded on Alken like the volatile creature she had become, shouting at him and admitting their /former/ love loud and clear for all to hear. This had distracted Mizume from carrying on with Tai's doom- and set on punishing his son for having fallen inlove with the adopted daughter of the Omega.

Thus giving her time to run.

The she-wolf ran as far as she could, never ever wanting to see the face of a male again. The sight of Mizume's blaming gaze was branded into her mind's eye, something that had always scared her. She loathed him, and all other males from the name he had given them, cruel and ruthless.
By now she has learned that not all males are like that, atleast they don't act like it, but nonetheless her unforgiving personality never let her develop a new fondness for the male gender. She also dropped the shameful name Mizume had given her, and for a while ran nameless.
It hadn't taken long for her to discover something that suited her well. Others said it meant 'Unlucky' or 'Misfortunate'- she didn't know it was a human word - and renamed herself Thirteen.</sup>

[Aliqua]

Okay! Just one thing, the eyes. I know I didn't specify this, but I have it in there now XD I didn't want any weird colors. Apologize for the inconveniance(spelling?).

Aliqua's Opinion of Thirteen: He distrusts her to some extent due to her demeanor, but he wants wolves on his lands and has convinced himself she may be somewhat of an asset in future days. He has granted her the rank of a warrior.

[Thirteen]

<sup>D: So should I change her eye colour then?

And whoots. Thirteen loffs mauling people. <3</sup>

[Aliqua]

as you would say 'chyah' or 'chah' can't remember... <XD

[Thirteen]

DDD:
Okay then.
Bai violet eyes. =o

[Aliqua]

I'm doing clensing, so I'm sending this away. pm me if you come back and I'll move it back.