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[bg=000011][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] ALIAS;; Isendra (ee - sen - dra) FULL NAME;; Isendra Windsayer from the House of the Dragon. GENDER;; Lady AGE;; Four years BIRTH DATE;; February 16 SPECIE;; Luzion PHYSIQUE costumes ready? There is only one word that can describe her, elegant. Her fur is a somber black with just a nuance of blue unlike her more colorful Luzion counterparts and that of other creatures. This fur is generally long and plush only thinning around the muzzle as the color changes to an aqua shade, the opposite to the long and silken fur found every where else. And just at her forehead is a dash of light brown or orange in the setting sky. But that is all, no other colors, no brilliant shades, no blinding fanfare, just simple colors melded into one another as they meet. This coat of few colors covers a thin but supple body, fragile it is not yet lightly built as it was first formed those years ago. Strength is not hers to use as an advantage but speed and what wits she has due to how light and thin her build is. And to aid in this developed advantage are long legs and an endurance fit for creatures of a great size and the shade of rocks. Her paws are small and her tail is long to aid her as she flees or runs but it is her wings that are her saving grace, her only savior in the maddening race to survive. Her size is even smaller than usual females, speed and agility all smashed into her while strength and power were drained away like sand through one's hand. Those great wings stretching far into the sky, veined and fleshy skin instead of the more common array of feathers. A pale gray with a hint of lavender is the painted shade with soft strokes of scarlet randomly sloshed about. This pair is mightily big, larger than the owner and they cover her sides wholly unless she so desires them to not so. Sadly the skin is weaker than any set of feathers and she must take care to protect them from the claws and jaws of others and thorn bushes. Her own former pack saw her as a strange being as never before were they given wings in their genes and then she arrives with them as a small pup. That gave her an ego boost as they practically adored her, worshiped her but then it ended when her brother was born. Aside from these obvious features, Isendra has eyes the shade of electric blue which is nothing unique with all the wolves running about with blue eyes. The after that comes a long muzzle which ends with a leather black nose and hides gleaming white fangs and a pink tongue lolling about. Overall she can be seen beautiful if others see her as that and she can be seen as a monstrosity by others. It’s their choice, not hers. MENTALITY the curtain falls She’s a real lady, soft words and never an impolite word escaping her jaws unless you’ve gotten on her bad side of course. She’s been brought up like that with all her manners in tow as a lady of the Dragons must be a role-model or even like a queen to the rest of the pack although she has left her pack for quite a while. Her words, soft as they are, are filled with well thought words as she was taught. Perfect she may seem but indeed she is not as these manners lead others to think that she holds herself higher than them and soon they view her in contempt. This leaves her friendless and makes her view others as ignorant wolves that don’t bother to see her side of the story which leaves her bitter and scowling. When she is enraged, Isendra calculates and thinks it out as she is never one to leave a grudge just lying. This shuffles in another fault as she will relentlessly follow said wolf and try to make them suffer as she had except twice the pain but if they just apologize even once then she would leave them. The error in that mentality is they might be dying then they apologize but she would just leave them be still dying all the while she is smiling and nodding her head in approval due to the apology, odd isn’t she? Yet she can be kind and gentle to those who stay on her good side, praises given and gifts bestowed just as a queen would with turning a blind eye to those who wrong others yet still remain as a ‘friend’. Isendra is on the higher intelligence scale although her pride might make her refuse to acknowledge some things so easily accepted. What she lacks though she makes up with the rest of her personality of appearing as lady before proving that she is no damsel in distress. But strangely though with all these parts of her mind, Isendra remains afraid of thunder due to an incident when she was still a young little pup thus causing her to panic and struggle mentally during thunderstorms. But for all her intelligence, she is incredibly sure in herself and stays with her choices and never falters at all. Another part of her is the motherly side; she dotes and adores pups to the point of running away with someone else’s if she deems them as horrid parents. Sometimes she wishes she was the perfect nice wolf but her faults and pride won’t look past that and she hates it. Overall she is not an evil wolf but neither is she inherently good making her an odd but interesting character to be with. HISTORY that's the plot of our dear play Born in the midst of war in the in the House of the Dragon within the pack of Umbra against the Lumina, Isendra was destined to be a warrior queen but from the beginning of her birth and the sign of her wings she lost this chance. She was the healthiest and firstborn of the litter with the strangest of strange, a small budding pair of wings which has never before seen in the pack. They were called House of the Dragon due to their ferocity and intelligence but never because of something that affiliated them to the creature but then came Isendra. Many prophesied that this was the coming of the dragon and that the House would soon engulf all others like that of the Phoenix or Griffin. She was their pride and their tool of fear to compress all other Houses although they already ruled the entire pack. She then grew older as each day passed and all who knew her feared her yet they would worship her in hopes of getting her favor but there was still the war, the war which they had blinded her from while they whispered lies about some so-called peace. Every single day she would be brought to the wisest wolf and taught about combat, strategy and ruling a pack but it ended with realizations of war. She realized it when the finest warriors suddenly left in a rush as if they were about to raid a rabbit hole whilst a patrol returned and whispered to her father, the leader of the pack, in hushed whispers. He no longer chose to hide it from her; instead she forced her to come with him as they followed the brigade. She saw death by another for the first time as two pale wolves, which was something unheard of for the Umbra were all black as night, were lapping up some water. They were important warriors her father whispered and he revealed to Isendra the other pack and their nemesis the Lumina. He would weave a fine tale about their cruelty and arrogance and she believed him, he nodded in approval at her passionate cry as she led the contingent towards the unsuspecting Lumina wolves after all they evil, weren’t they? And she returned home with blood dripping from her muzzle and a cold glint in her eye, she was now a true warrior with her first kill. And she hunted any she saw as her wings grew larger and pelt darker but then an elder from the House of the Kirin beckoned her one day and told of a tale no other wolves were told but he felt that she as heir needed to know. He spoke that once in years longs past, the Lumina and Umbra were not at war but were fellow brethren in one great pack but they soon split as brothers as different as day and night were born. She shook it off with accusations but her beliefs faltered for just one moment and he was allowed to continue. They were close at first but once they realized that they were far too different as the brother of the dark believed that secrecy and a structured pack was better and the brother of light believed in a free pack with no Houses and etc. They came together like thunder and lighting and their battle caused terror and panic in the One pack and soon they were split as each brother went about and spread tales and lies about their beliefs and their brother. She told the elder that it was just a legend, just a tale but he continued as if some divine power made him do so. The two brothers were not alone he said mournfully for they had a sister, a sister of both light and dark, a sister that was the color of gray. Isendra noticed that strained voice and warned him to not strain himself but he continued nonetheless for he needed to tell her this. The sister did not know what to do for she was confused, love for her light brother or respect for her dark, which would she follow? To the light she went at first and they were glad but grey was never a light color he murmured and they forced her away. Darkness was the now her other choice and she went there and her brother welcomed her warmly and she was allowed to choose her mate amongst the group. All was well but she was anguished when they killed one of her pups as it followed her color and not that of its father and her rage caused her to accuse her brother a murdered and she fled soon after in anguish. Isendra was now curious and asked about the pup as he said one of the pups and not all had been killed, they lived for they were dark as night he told her and watched her before she barked out an order to tell him to continue and he did. Because of the pup’s mother, the litter was able to borne pups that were grey yet it rarely occurred but the problem was one showed up every ten years as if they could make a change in the two pups. She asked how this would affect her and he laughed bitterly and informed her that her own mother was of that bloodline and this marked the tenth year. She was furious and asked how he was so sure that it would be her mother and he shook his head then she demanded what was her purpose in this. Then he remarked to her, “The Dragon heralds the gray one, sister and lover.

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She spun around and was ready to demand her mother to refuse her father just this year before remembering the ritual when it came to the dead and she looked back and was astonished. There was no being there but a small white butterfly she didn’t notice earlier alight on a black lily before fading away. Disbelief and fear bit at her and she ran as fast as she could but stopped as soon as she heard voices come nearer and she soon hid behind some bushes. It was her mother and father quarrelling because her own dearest mother decided that she was sick of Isendra’s father and had fallen in love with another. They already mated she snarled and left her dumbfounded and dishonored father staring after her with love and adoration still in his eyes. Then her sire left with his head down and a sullen silence, Isendra was horrified as she could do nothing then the thought came to her since she could kill the pup and simply say that her mother had no right to choose another when she was still the acting mate of her father.

And she awaited the birth of this pup although she heard the whispers and how scandalous the choice of her mother was. And the pup was born as a falling star sped across the sky and landed in the middle of the plain were the two packs would mainly fight. It was a sign she thought mentally while she crept her way to the den were her mother would be nursing. But the moment she laid eyes on her half-brother’s dull squirming form she felt an emotion blossom in her heart and ignored the cautious and questioning gaze of her mother as she licked the pup on its head and left with a mouse at the entrance of the den. That was her blessing and she realized that she already loved him so much, this brother of hers, this pup called Ragzyefin.

Then when he was weaned did that lightening of his fur began but he already had an ally, Isendra who was strong and influential in the Umbra pack regardless that her mother had broken sacred law and tossed into the lowest House, that of the Kirin. She ordered that the pup be her apprentice and brother and sister, no matter if their sire was different, learned to care for each other. Ragzyefin unfortunately had his love turn into something else; into something forbidden as she was the only one didn’t shun him for his gray pelt. He revealed it to her on the eve of the same night he was born and she could not help but accept such feeling but with fear and anguish in her heart. So was there another stain in the name of Windsayer or that of the Dragon but their love was a secret one and no one need know. They did not have pups for theirs was a platonic love and affectionate gestures were all that were needed and no one suspected.

Then came that unfortunate day when tensions were brewing and finally tipped over the edge as the death of two from each side occurred as both were locked into battle as a tree fell. An omen some would fearfully mutter but others simply ignored the proof of the tree and instead accused the other side and soon warriors prepared and grinned as they knew that the finally battle was coming and to the victor goes the spoils. Isendra kept her brother away until the real battle begun and they watched atop a cliff, death was not foreign but it left Ragzyefin distressed for some reason until he struggled away from Isendra and joined the battle below.

She watched him die, watched her brother’s eyes suddenly turn red and his form suddenly greater and more terrible as he slaughtered wolves from both sides. No one could go against him but there was a time when one wolf was able to take a bite or manage a swipe into the whirlwind of gray and that was his downfall. Loss of blood and weakness as the terrible bloodlust lost its grip on him and he soon died on the a strange slab of rock that was the same stone that landed those years ago when he was first born. Agony tore through her and the last that she saw was a black lily with a white butterfly landing on it as it grew right beside her on that cliff before she fled.

And she knew not what happened to her land but if she stayed she would have witnessed the joining of the two packs into one and the House of the Dragon dissolves as long as every other house. She would have been there to see the miraculous rising of her brother, his ascension to Godhood but she had ran away and now wandered about meaninglessly in unknown and sometimes unnamed lands.
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SOCIAL LIFE for there to be a play, there must be a cast

TAKEN? No....death of her brother and lover made her lose this status.
PACK DESIRED? She'd prefer death than to dabble once more inside a pack but if a certain one catches her eye...

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COMMENTS my good man...woman...

This took forever. D8 I've gotten carried away with the history d:.

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Amazing history, you had me hooked. Plus, it's gonna be nice to see a ladylike wolf around here. ^^;