Name:Tahnii
Age:567
Gender:XX
Rank:Empress

Breed:Timber Wolf
Height:30"
Weight:76lbs
Build:Lithe

Crush:None
Mate:None
Pups:None
Personality:Formal, respectful, loyal, determined, intelligent, unpredictable, double edged sword, blood thirsty, insane

History:
The past belongs in her distant memories, she wishes not to look back, only forward. She was born into the world the eldest daughter of two alphas, she was heir to the throne, for the only son was a still born. From an early age she was raised to be quite the little lady. While her siblings seemed to become spoiled, she learned her lessons with pride, but she never boasted of her position. That was not how a princess should act, especially not one who was to be a future queen. Life progressed rather quickly for her, she soon grew into adulthood and the males started to notice her. They would fight for her for the right to be called king. They never loved her. This bothered her, but what was she do to? Speaking out would get her punished. She watched the males fight day and night until her father saw one he found worthy of her. The male was an arrogant bastard that Tahnii found herself having no time for. He tried to court her several times, but each time she rejected him. He was not the mate she had chosen, and as such she did not wish to bare his pups. After the fifth failed attempt he got frustrated and lashed out at her. His claws found her nose, a warning that worse would come if she rejected him again. Rejection was the last of his worries. The sight of her own blood sent her into a frenzy, her vision went red and her target was him. Even as a princess she was trained to protect herself if she ever needed to. She had hunting and fighting skills. He was more experienced that she was, but at this point it did not matter. She does not remember what happened next just that when she came to he was slain, his blood at her paws. At first she was shocked by what happened, she didn't understand how she could have done such a thing. Her parents found her sitting next to his body shaking in fear and confusion. They were unsure what they were looking at. They had never known their daughter to be the violent type after all. What was going on?

They held a trial to decide her fate the next day. The evidence was overwhelmingly against her. It was clear she was the murderer. The trial decided that her fate would be death, and her own father was to be the one to take her life. The process would be painful, taking the life on an immortal is no easy task. He approached her his fangs sinking into her scruff deeply as he pushed her to the ground to complete the task. She had accepted her fate at this point, she was ready to die. At the young age of four years. She felt the warm liquid running down her neck as her father's fangs sunk in, her blood dripping to the ground. She made the mistake of looking at it, when she felt her head starting to spin she tried to look away, but it was too late. Her body moved on its own, and her father was soon flung aside. Her mother ran to him and helped him up while Tahnii turned on her own parents. Her memory has blocked out most of what happened, but she remembers the feeling of her claws digging into flesh and her teeth sinking into bone. When she calmed the damage she had down was unbelievable. She was injured, broken ribs, blood painting her canvass, but she was more focused on the bodies at her feet. Her parents, her siblings. The rest of the pack seemed to have flee, but how could one wolf do all this damage? She would never be able to make up for these sins and ended up turning tail and running away from the scene. Frightened by herself and what she had done she ran for miles without stopping until her paws could carry her no more. She collapsed in a river, her blood and the blood of her family trickling away in the current. She managed to haul herself onto the river bank where she lay motionless for two days before she was found.

A new pack found her weakened body and took her back to camp. She was placed under the care of the healers and as she spent more time there she started to forget about the disaster she had caused. She was still worried about staying there. These wolves had saved her life, she did not wish to repay them by bringing their own lives to a halt if anything happened. She moved on and traveled alone with the years starting to blur and her never aging. She barely kept track of how old she was as the world changed around her for over five hundred years. The insanity took over time and again when she would come across wolves and fight with them, each time she seemed to be able to remember more and more about what she had done while in her fit of rage. Yet, she could never stop herself, never control herself. Maybe that was for the best, it saved her life a fair few times, but she never wanted to rely on it. She wanted her own strength to be enough. She trained day in and day out, improving her fighting, and her hunting. She also expanded her knowledge of herbs, she knew a life of violence would be a dangerous path for her, but she knew the skills would be helpful. Perhaps learning herbs would be helpful in the future. She doesn't really know what will happen, but she hopes that in the future the mistakes of her past will not be repeated.

Name / Nicknames:
Ravineke-Iraneka
Ravine
Age:
523 YR.
3 YR. (Appearance)
Gender / Sex:
Feminine
Breed:
Grey / Timber Wolf
Rank:
Huntress
Build:
3' 6"
42 Ib.
Slim
Appearance:
{LINK}
Personality:
TBL
Relations:
Dueska {Mate, Deceased}
Taaja {Son, Alive}

OOC: If you'd like to RP as Taaja, PM me first.

Double Post.