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OOC Name: Tauni
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Contact me: AIM - kikkiy
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Character Name: Shanti
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Age: 2, almost 3
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Gender: Female
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Mate: Anubis
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Spirit Animal: A large, white (not albino, though) Mink. -- Picture
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Appearance: Shanti is almost a pure, snowy, fluffy, innocent, angelic white. So white, in fact, that she seems to radiate, much like most people think a angel would. Of course, this is not to say that she is a overly beautiful, far from it, but since that virus had come it was a part of her coat, a part of who she was. She did have some ‘impurity’ that she tried in vain hide. Her belly was tinted yellow, from various sources but mainly from the simple act of sleeping on dirt all her life. Her maw is flicked in grey, her eyes where such a dark brown that they almost look black (of course, she wanted blue eyes, for that would truly complete the picture). The Virus had one other effect on her, other then the fact that she seemed to almost radiate, and that was that she had a heart placed right over her left eye, framing her brown eyes and sticking out like a sore thumb on her white coat, like a hole to see the inside of her.
<p>She is relatively scar less, never having been in a real fight in her whole life. Males had always fought for her, she had no reason to have scars. However she has a large, thin scar running down her left rear leg, she got said scar when she was just a pup and had stumbled on a small bob cat, which was twice her size at that time (as she was a pup) and had, on accident, cornered the feline and thus got hurt. It had healed nicely with some herbs, and her fur almost always covered it other then when the wind hit it just right, pushing up the fur and showing the white line of scar tissue.
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Personality: On the outside she is calm, relaxed, pristine. She keeps this attitude in almost a snotty way, and keeps her outside thoughts outside, and her inside thoughts inside, not letting them cross and hardly letting them intermingle. Inside she was turmoil, angry at her ‘betrothed’ and angry that he made her leave and angry, oh so angry, that she was being towed along like a bracelet. He seemed to show her off like a pretty little necklace, or at least she thought so.
<p>When meeting new wolves she is kind, courteous, and very lady like. She had been raised to act like this, to make sure that her fur was in place, that her eyes flitted in a very feminine way, yet respectful. Her mother had pulled her aside from her sisters and had made sure to teach her eldest how to walk and ‘show it off.’ Shanti was never sure if she taught any of her other sisters, for they did not seem to do it in the open, then again her mother had told her, very stricty, to keep this new skill away from the eyes of those should not see it, aka Father and elder Brothers (Which made up the umpf of her pack)
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History: <p>
---------Into the Light<p>Of course, Shanti does not remember her birth, the white wolf can hardly place her first memories; they all blend together like some child’s finger painting. She was the first born in this litter, though, followed by two female and lastly one scrawny male. Her family came from a long lines of disguised wolves, although none of them now was all that important, they still liked to think they were. And she was different from them all, her fur as white as snow and a black heart delicately placed around her left eye, but so dark in comparison that her mother first thought she had a hole in her daughter’s head. Her father acted as if he ruled the world, and her mother by his side thought the same. Shanti and her siblings knew better, they had never experienced a time where they had any power over wolves around them other then the fact that they were the alphas. The pups simply played along, none buying into it, and laughing rudely at their parents behind their backs. They may not have inherited their power and influence, but they certainly got that snobbiness that came with too much power.
<p>At birth she was granted a mink as her helper, a mink who fur was just as white as the young pup. His name was Ryuu, and at for her first few months he was beside her almost all the time, helping her when she needed it, catching her when she fell. After a few months, though, he felt that she could handle herself and went off on his own, coming when she called or just when he wanted too. Shanti was relaxed when he came, and was completely open to him. And, in the future, he would follow her silently as she moved to new lands.
<p>At two months old her youngest sibling, the scrawny male, fell sickness to the virus. While it was harmless to most wolves it had gone against him, like he was allergic to it. He had always been stomach aches and was always snuffly, and one day it just got too much and his thin body gave out like a dying car; sputtering and pushing, but submitting to the power of death within a few hours. Shanti had no idea how she felt of it, she was still young and had not understood what was going on, and why he was no longer moving. She held almost no memories of him, and so had nothing to miss.
<p>At six months old she was almost half of her adult size, which would be on the smaller end of a wolf scale, and was venturing out on her own, as she often did. She felt that her mother had always been pushy, tried too hard, and her father was just her boring father, always talking about ‘those good’ol days’ which held no interest for her what so ever. She was laughing at him in her head when she first heard the unmistakable hiss of a feline, and it was too late when she realized that she had somehow cornered a full grown bobcat between a rock and a tree. In a flash of a eye, with speed that only a angry cat could muster up, the short tailed animal leaped forward towards Shanti. The cat had no other option, the one of flight was gone so he felt that he had to fight. His claw dug deep into Shanti’s leg and she squealed so loud that birds flew out of the tree, and just like that the cat was gone. With a bleeding leg and watery eyes she limped back to her family, where some herbs helped heal the wound and lessoned the scar.
<p>When Shanti turned one she started to look for males, and soon found that she loved the recently accepted wolf Gycan and started to secretly meet the older wolf when her parents were not looking. Unknown to her her parents had plans for her already, and where communicating with another used-to-be powerful pack, who had a first born male (of course, first borns where important to these type of folks, and the fact that Shanti was utterly beautiful helped a lot to) and they planned to have them together in matehood in six months, on the dot.
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---------Devastating Date<p>Just when Shanti felt her love for Gycan was truly blossoming; their dates had become more then just a hour of talking, they now included a dinner, long talks into the night, and just being content by laying next to each other and listening to the other breathe, her father had told her that she had to meet a male and be kind. Shanti had done this a million times before, it just so happened that her father loved to ‘show off his gem’ and so she did not worry about this meeting. She would be kind, flitter her eyes in a almost naughty way but keep it PG for respect. On the planned date she waited at the border of her packlands, fur pristine and white (as she did not have the heart quiet yet).
<p>At first the black male, around her age, seemed just like another meeting. She greeted him, and as she walked towards him she sashayed her hips in a way that looked as if it was natural, not forced, and listened carefully as he spoke, his name, he said was Anubis. Shanti was surprised that she was attracted to the male, that her nose flared as she took in his scent and her eyes glazed over his lithe frame, and ashamed at the same time, for she and Gycan planned on being mates soon, they had both admitted their liking for each other, and Shanti was the one to stall the announcement as she did not want to hear her father complain about it (as he surely would, knowing father) and here she was looking at another male. Of course she would not keep this away from Gycan, she could not keep any secrets from his gentle eyes, no she would tell him right away.
<p>As they came back her father, and another pair of wolves sitting with them ( Anubis’s parents) she smiled at both sets, careful to be kind towards the new pair and stuff. It was then, after seeing that they had a happy date, that her father announced they were to be ‘married’ at the end of the week. Shanti looked at the black male, hoping that he, too, would be as surprised and pissed off as she, but he seemed rather calm and cocky about it, as if he had won a prize. Was that all she was, a prize? Without another word she ran off, to find her true love and for them to run away. Little did she expect her father and her mother and her elder brothers to stop her, drag her back, and hold her ‘captive’ for a few days until the set date.
<p>On the day of the mate hood ceremony, Shanti was holed up inside her parents den with her mother as she cleaned her daughters fur and made sure it was straight. “Why did you DO this to me, mother?” She asked, her usual cool manner exploding in a violent way, “Why why WHY!!!!” She wanted to scream, she wanted to run, and most of all she wanted to see Gycan. “Dear, its not so bad. I was arranged to be a mate to your father, and look how we turned out.” Shanti rolled her eyes, but it was so dark in the den that her mother did not notice. They did not love each other, they tolerated each other. They did not enjoy the others company, did not like to sit together. Hell they even had separate dens! Look how they turned out, pshh!
<p>As Shanti stepped out of the den, blinking in the stunning light, and looked at -insert name here- in a almost emotionless manner, with a touch of anger. She was not going to be his mate, she knew it, and she was going to run away the first chance she got. As she ‘walked down the isle’ or so to say, her family stood on side, and his on the other. Why they had chosen to do this ‘wedding’ in her pack lands she had no idea, Shanti wished that they had done it at his as transportation towards his lands would provide her more of a chance to get away. She locked eyes with her father, then with her mother and sighed, step by step getting closer to her sad future. Dark eyes darting around she was sad to see that Gycan had not showed up, but who could blame him. With one last sad sigh she made the last step and was beside her future mate. Her eyes looked into his and she felt a flush of anger, a flush of frustration, and (much more sadly) a flush of submission. Shanti knew there was nothing she could do, she had to give in, for now at least.
<p>The age old ceremony proceeded, much like the human ones but in a canine like form, and when they asked ‘Does anyone oppose this matehood?’ no one spoke up for a long moment and Shanti knew that that was her last chance to be saved. She was greatly relived when Gycan came rushing from behind and spoke up, “Yes, I oppose it!” He said even as fear creeped into his eyes as everyone turned to see him, a total of more then thirty wolves. “Why?” Shanti’s father’s loud voice asked him. “Because I love her,” he said, and when everyone started to get mad (which took less then a millisecond) he quickly added “And she loves me!”
<p>Her father slowly turned towards her and Shanti felt, for the first time, afraid of him, but not for herself. She feared for Gycan. “Is this true, Shanti?” As she nodded his eyes got cold, angry, pissed that all of this had happened behind his back and that it was messing up with the current ceremony. He whispered something in his eldest son’s ears, her bother nodded, and as one, her older brothers all moved on Gycan. Gycan had never been a very brave wolf and seeing this scared him, as it would anybody. One rushed forward, grabbed him by the scruff, and the others moved and grabbed another body part. They dragged him away, and the last thing Shanti would see of him was his eyes, fear stricken begging her to help him, to do something, anything! But she sat, watched, and phased out for the rest of the day. She hardly remembers the mate hood ceremony, hardly remembers when the shaman had blessed them, making a heart go on opposite eyes (hers the right, his the left).
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---------The Days to Follow<p>The next thing she knew she was waking up in a strange place, with a warm body beside her. She thought it was Gycan at first, her memory not serving her well of yesterday events, and she snuggled up to the large body. Opening her eyes she was given a hard surprised that this male was black, and much bigger then Gycan (She would later figure out that she had not scented him because she had spent all night with him in that den, enough time for her nose to get used to his new and unusual scent). It all came rushing back and she snarled pushing away from him and was angry to find that the den was small, and as she pushed away her back hit the sides and she was, in turn, pushed right into his paws.
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“You stay the hell away from me, HomemPreto” Using her limited knowledge of a forgien laungue she had just called him ‘blackmale’ in a offensive tone that he would never know the meaning of. Oh the fun. Shanti leaned up against the farest side of the den, her back shaping it its slight curvature of the den. She then put her head on her white paws and waited for them to be allowed outside.
<p>After that their packs where joined, two in one, and they were told to go off and make their own pack, and once their pack was big and strong to come and, as Shanti thought of it, ‘have a cup of tea’ with them. Strangly she stood by his side, listened to their words and then set off long side him. She did not respond to him, hardly spoke to him, and kept her silence about her. She had lost everything she knew, her pack, her family, her love, and now she had to start all over again.
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