Chieftain || Ciara || WIP Jun 14, 2017 23:51:15 GMT
Post by Ciara on Jun 14, 2017 23:51:15 GMT
Irish Gaelic for "Little dark one."
2 years 8 months
Physical Description (Written or image):
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Ciara is the wolf on the right (our left) with the snow on it's head. The middle is her sibling Faolan, and the other is their youngest sibling Finlay.
Ciara is a fairly chill young wolf, however she can be highly competitive at times. She's a bit of a realist, has been known for her pessimism, and sometimes speaks without thinking. She has a "respect me and I'll respect you" attitude, heightened by her high ranking in the pack, which, despite her somewhat aloof nature, she takes very seriously. Her pack members are her life, and there is nothing she would not do to protect them. She can be extremely boisterous when she wants to be, enjoying the occasional friendly tussle. The she-wolf has a particularly soft spot for young pups and has stated that if not for her dedication to the pack's safety and survival, would happily spend the day doting on them.
She is fond of the colder weather, despite the hardships it can bring to survival, and will often relax somewhere she can watch the rain/snow. She is late to sleep and early to rise, dusk and dawn being her favourite times of day, as often; when she was younger, her mother would take her to to watch the setting/rising sun.
The she-wolf is very fond of fish, preferring it to the hare and other smaller animals found in the pack's territory. However she greatly prefers the thrill of the hunt obtained with land animals. She has been known to hide her food, as she is not fond of sharing it, unless of course it was a shared effort or they are lacking in prey.
Ciara and her siblings where born into the pack. Being the oldest (by only a couple of days) she has been trained to take the place of Chieftain since she could walk. Despite this burden growing up, she spent much of her time squabbling with her brother Faolan, or doting on the youngest, Finlay. Pack life for the three youngsters was good.
When she was roughly 1 year 8 months she and her father journeyed to Beinn Mheadhoin for her first gathering. The rest of the pack stayed behind due to the bad weather, and the fact her mother was pregnant. Ciara thoroughly enjoyed the gathering, despite the awful weather, she learned many different things from the wolves she met and spent some time at the Meadhoin Comraich. The journey back however wasn’t as straightforward, and she ended up becoming separated from her father.
She didn’t enjoy being lost, especially so far from her home, but she had a vague idea of where they had come from, so made her way in what she hoped would lead to home. It wasn’t long until she came upon something unexpected. A human, sleeping in a cave, almost hidden by the snow. As she got closer she realised there was food on his person, and in that instant decided to try and take it, she figured it would be an easy meal in an otherwise harsh environment. It didn’t quite go as planned. The man sensed her approach into the cave and was quick to act, staring her down and growling in his odd human tongue. Despite his defensive stance he didn’t make any move to attack, and she certainly wasn’t preparing to attack the large male, she knew of the weapons they could hide.
After a few tense minutes, the sound of thunder caused both to start and they soon began to relax, realising that neither meant any harm. The next few weeks would be an interesting experience. The she-wolf decided to tag along with the human, he seemed to be heading in the same direction, and whilst she wouldn’t admit it, she was wanting for company. He didn’t seem to show any signs of displeasure at this new development. The man was certainly slow, and the young wolf wasn’t impressed by his lack of senses, she compared him to a new-born on many occasions, but he wasn’t completely useless at hunting, and every now and then would even allow her to wrestle with him.
Eventually they found themselves very close to her pack’s territory and she began to get restless, which the male noticed. She was torn between returning home or staying with the human. It was during the evening when he sent her on her way. They had just spent the last few hours hunting when she had caught the scent of her brothers and became tense. The male knelt in front of her and watched her before gazing in the same direction, silent for many minutes before grumbling in the words she would never understand but which still gave her some amount of comfort. He knew the wolf had to leave and this was his goodbye. An hour passed before he stood and prepared to leave, watching the wolf. Ciara however was still battling internally and it wasn’t until she felt a shove pushing her forward that she made her mind up, and she was soon racing in the direction of home, stopping only once to howl a goodbye to her companion. The human himself stood and watched her disappear with a grin before heading on his own way.
Upon her arrival, an ecstatic Faolan and Finlay greeted her, she had been believed dead and the pack had been left in chaos, even with Faolan filling in as Chieftain. Her father had been severely injured whilst searching for her and was currently being kept by one of the packs close to Beinn Mheadhoin whilst he recovered. Her mother however had died whilst giving birth, and none of the pups had survived. She has now taken her place as Chieftain of the pack, and has plans for its future.