Sigun

Tesleen (Sibling)

## Application Sheet

Sigun was a brown-furred she-wolf with silver eyes. Born outside of the Domain, in the pack of Hintertomb, she was separated from her sibling Tesleen and her story began as a loner. Sigun was designed by cynsui, and created and RP'd by excedere.

## Personality

* ***Optimistic, Confident, Adaptable, and Affectionate.*** Sigun has a ‘glass half full’ kind of outlook on life, one that lends itself well to doing whatever she wishes. Perhaps it’s the ‘how hard could it be?’ gene, but Sigun has confidence that she can do whatever she needs and that the world will work itself out somehow despite the ever-present moon. She adapts to whatever is required of her, physically or emotionally, much more malleable in how she presents herself as compared to her sibling. All of this culminates in a wolf that is easy with praise, affection, and warm words who rarely feels like something is impossible.
* ***Independent, Superstitious, and Impulsive.*** All of her life, Sigun has known that being chained down wasn’t for her. That’s why she took tasks to get out and about, and that’s why she’s alone now. There are only so many rules or hangers-on that she can stand. She travels alone, works alone, and worships the moon alone, holding strong to the beliefs that she was raised with in Hintertomb. The moon holds great sway over her life, and she still sticks to Tomb ways of serving the Great Ones. Sigun is a wolf, however, that does what she wants when she wants it, turning on a dime if another option presents itself as nicer or better. Wild goose chases, if interesting enough, are what she excels at. Her solitary life serves this tendency well.
* ***Selfish, Self-Indulgent, Volatile, and Evasive.*** All of what Sigun does, she does for herself. There is little consideration for a greater hold or for others beyond what she wishes, and even her decisions regarding assisting others are done in the context of her own interest. To a similar effect, this selfishness makes her indulgent in better pleasures such as hanging around wolves who provide good food without much effort on her part, staying in scenic locales, or indulging her whims as she has them instead of holding herself back from doing what she wants. Her good-natured attitude, however, can flip on its side whenever Sigun feels cornered or threatened. What’s a smile can turn into a snarling bite in a split second, unpredictable to others and changing from the underlying currents of her own emotions. When she’s not volatile in a more violent or physical sense, it manifests in a nastiness or sense of evasion; she avoids questions as she wishes and can easily send a wolf on a goose chase of their own if she doesn’t want them to know anything or keep her close.

## Pre-Group History

Sigun was born alongside her sibling Tesleen under a spring night to Hintertomb’s Spark-Spire Verity and Flame-Core Laguz. Looking back at even their pelts, their names, she thinks it no surprise how they both turned out in the end: Sigun born first, a name of *sunlight* and *brightness* to adorn her warmer pelt, and Tesleen with their dark, cool colors speaking of *blessings,* of *earth* and *cool solace.* One tied to the sky, to the turning of day, the other to the shelter of the Catacombs.

They were inseparable as they grew and found out more about themselves. They curled into each other’s spaces, one beginning where the other ended. They whispered, and they rolled stones, and they feared the moon that they lived under and held their names as shields; one the antithesis of the moon, the other a barrier against it. They ran, and they ran, and they *ran* through the tunnels, through the territory, around each other and their parents and the pack.

Her eyes lingered, though. She was distracted, just a bit, during Laguz’s lessons. During their races, during their *everything.* Sigun gnawed on the looming thought of a task, and one sounded better than the rest; the role of an Iris.

Free to run, to roam, to find her stride and come loping back home. Free to explore where she stood, how she could define herself outside of the melded duo she and Tesleen found themselves in, free to *be,* and she became an Iris with a smooth Crucible—

—and found, not more than a month or two later, Tesleen grinning at her with their earnest glee.

*We’ll be Irises together, Sigunkin! How about that!*

Suddenly, the freedom of an Iris seemed so very far away.

It’s not that she didn’t love them. She did! But— it felt cheapened, now, their freedom, because now Tesleen was tagging along everywhere again. They learned from the same Sparks, from the occasional Flame. They were always by her side, so as their friend group started forming more strongly, they shared friends, too, from Wynn, Citrine, and Spinel.

She was stifled.

Sigun still loved *movement* and *running* and still didn’t mind how they talked in each other’s pauses, but— well. She *did* mind. Tesleen loved her, and she loved them, but…they depended on her in a way that she didn’t of them. She was their stability. Their confidant. They dragged her everywhere because of *course* they had to be together, but…they were so obsessive with their work in a way that Sigun wasn’t. Of course she wasn’t. They had gone into the work of an Iris for different reasons. They liked it for different reasons. Their skills laid in different parts of the task, even as both became Sparks.

Something had to give.

The Collapse was an event that shook Sigun to her core. It— they stood still in shock before helping to excavate alongside the wolves she had been with at the time, Wynn and Citrine. When they found Spinel’s body together— it broke them all.

Laguz and Verity were still missing. They all knew that Tesleen was alive, because they never *stopped* digging for them. They were still at work when Sigun had to sleep, weary, with what remained of the pack. They were still working when she awoke. Eventually, well— it was inevitable that their parents hadn’t survived, even if they would never be found, never have an obol between their teeth.

Tesleen was *stubborn,* and it grated at her— so she approached. *They* approached Tesleen, her and Wynn and Citrine. If she couldn’t break them out of it, perhaps Wynn would be able to, with the way the two of them had fancied each other.

Dull eyes stared back at them all as they talked about leaving, because how could they stay with a pack that had become a grave? How could they suffer even further trying to work against the moon? There was no fighting back. The Collapse had shown that. If they tried, they suffered, and They would always win out in the end, but Tesleen didn’t understand. Evidently, they never would.

It was bittersweet, but Sigun had found her freedom in the end.

Working alone with only Wynn and Citrine was…curious. The two of them had never been Irises, a Spire and a Chassi respectively, and neither particularly skilled at hunting. None of them were Voxes, but Sigun was the best they had.

A month passed. Two. Time trudged on, and they all grew thinner and thinner. Sigun could hunt for herself just fine, but— it was tough, with two more wolves to feed. She didn’t know how any Vox could do it, could even organize the bigger hunts that the Tomb took on together. Neither Wynn or Citrine appreciated the solitary life, so disgruntled talks became disagreements that became arguments, all three unable to look each other in the eyes the next night.

It was *terrible.* It left them at each other’s throats by the time that they found a nomadic pack, one that had enough space and enough charity to let Wynn and Citrine into their ranks.

*Come with us,* they said. *Why would you ever want to be alone? You’ve never been alone before.*

*EXACTLY,* Sigun snapped back at them, all teeth and claws and vitriol, and slunk off into the evening.

She got what she wanted, now. *True* freedom. Independence. The life that Tesleen had kept her from for so, so long.

It was hard, *sure,* but it was the kind of difficulty that left one satisfied at the end of the day. The kind that lined her posture with pride as she came upon the Domain— one of pure ability. Of skill. Of having no more shackles.

Nobody would ever chain her down again.

## Trivia

* With permission from the admin team, Sigun was born in Hintertomb before the pack arrived in the Domain, alongside her sibling Tesleen. In-game, she has never been active in Hintertomb.

## External Links

* Official Application Sheet
* excedere's deviantART Gallery