Lorelei

Lorelei provoking a pack of coyotes all alone - for fun, of course!

## About Lorelei

### Biography

**Lorelei** was born as ***Breeze*** to Basil and **Star Chaser** alongside his sister, **Glacier**, in the Clown Carnival den. The two siblings descended from a long lineage of souls tormented by a force out of their control, and were the only remaining hopes for the pack to have a positive future. Their ancestors' names had been cursed by the vengeful Everest, who exploited the filth of both living and dead. Upon his first death, a wish was made - a wish for his descendants to be haunted for as long as they stayed in Slough Creek. Basil was the final descendant to stay in the creek territories, and all he wanted was to stay happy, if only for a short while. It was all he could do - the effects that Everest's hate had on every soul in the valley were too great to erase. And that is exactly why he left, alongside his mother River. He wished for a better future that could allow him to forget everything that happened to his family. However, there was something odd about his eldest son, Breeze. From the moment he exited the den, he had proven to be extremely difficult to deal with. He was defiant, a compulsive liar that would try to sneak off whenever he got the chance. He didn't listen to anyone beside himself, and although he was a trickster, both he and Glacier were extremely smart. Breeze was intelligent in the cunning, quick-thinking and knew how to bend the rules to suit him. His sister, on the other hand, was a nerdy direction-follower that would try to scold him if he ever acted out, although that never really worked on him. The eyes of the dogs that wandered the long abandoned streets always seemed to stare right through him; glaring as if they could sense how strangely independent he was from such a young age. There was a weird malice behind most of his actions, too. When he was just a month and a half old, and just barely large enough to run around outside the den freely, he began intentionally luring in predators by howling. His howls were loud, yet melodic in a way, and they echoed through the town. They bounced off each and every wall that they collided with, and were seemingly irresistible to other wolves living in the area. The reason he did this was simple to him, but hard to believe to others - not because it was impossible, but because of how grotesque it was. He wanted to be the only center of attention, so he would repeatedly attempt to manipulate Glacier into leaving the den and getting herself killed. And if he didn't get his attention this way, he would get it by being the one to die instead, or wandering off and proving his independence at the very least. This way of thinking wasn't helping him in almost any way, other than making him worse and worse in nearly every sense. The singular positive side was that, although Basil didn't want to admit or reinforce it, he was getting even smarter. Smarter than his sister, and far smarter than him. Of course he was born a malicious, scheming, manipulative little mess.

One warm, moist day, the town was far more silent than usual. The birds stopped singing, and the breeze wasn't rustling the leaves. The only Breeze that could be heard was the small wolf pup, all by himself on the other side of the long-abandoned town. His fate was to wander, after all. And so he did; he trotted over the freshly fallen leaves, being careful not to make even the slightest sound. However, this day, he wasn't lucky enough - a hawk's shadow covered the sun as if it was a solar eclipse, and all he could do was walk away from the impending doom lingering directly overhead. He was getting what he wanted, wasn't he? So why was he running now? ... The hawk swooped down, its golden feather coming down in a whirlwind and its talons stretching out. But Breeze had changed his mind; he wanted to see everything he could get away with doing while away from his packmates. His idea of independence was right under his grasp, and so, in the very last moment, he ducked under a sharp thorn bush. The large bird attempted to move out the way and rise back into the sky, but it had been outmanuevered by its own prey - the thorns slid between its feathered wings and straight into its flesh, leaving it no choice but to walk away like a land-dweller. That day, Breeze didn't only escape death. He toyed with it like a puppeteer.

Across the following days, Breeze became fascinated with tales of old - one of them was about a siren called Lorelei, and she used her gorgeous singing voice to lure in and gain the trust of others, only to kill them when they lowered their guard. The story captured his exact goal; he wanted to be more skilled at manipulation, to be able to talk his way out of any situation with ease. He wanted to be able to do as he pleased, using the power of his voice. And to bring him closer to the siren that he suddenly looked up to so much, he changed his own name to Lorelei aswell. His packmates weren't accepting of his idea, as they feared history would repeat and he would continue the cycle of Everest's curse. But he didn't care; of course he didn't care. And eventually, his family members began to accept his new name aswell, although it was sort of odd and uncomfortable due to the sudden change. Nevertheless, time continued to pass, and they had to come to terms with the fact Breeze was now an empty name.

Some time later, a flea infestation drove them all out of the Clown Carnival den. However, luck seemed to be on their side for once, and the Big Baer Cliffside had a grotto just large enough to shelter everyone for a short while as they got ready for the summer journey. The new den was cold and extremely rocky all around, while also being wooded and in the town's shade. It was just barely high up enough not to be affected by storms and bad weather. The most the rain could do was create a small stream in front of the entrance, making the wolves get their paws wet. *Lorelei could use this to advantage if he played his cards correctly. He still hadn't forgotten about his wish to get rid of his sister, after all.* And so, one night while Basil and Star Chaser were out hunting, the clouds began pouring rain down onto the cliff. The rainwater's force was strong enough to kick stones down and send them plummeting down below, so he needed to act fast while also making sure he didn't get hit. Putting his paws to good use, he began digging the dirt of the grotto ***out***, making sure the water would get ***in***. It took him some time longer than he had anticipated, but he eventually managed to dig a small, short tunnel that would allow the usual stream to connect to the den's inside, effectively drowning Glacier in the murk. However, fate had something different in mind, and one of the falling rocks had knocked a tree branch down, allowing her to hold on and stay above the ever-growing puddle's surface. Just when he wanted to jump in and assist his sister's death, Basil came running back. He instantly took her by the scruff and carried her out of the mud, bringing Lorelei over aswell. *His plan hadn't worked, but it ended up looking like an accident in the end, and he had proven himself to be more capable than Glacier. That was all that truly mattered in the end.* ... After the grotto incident, the pack had to move yet again - however, this time they had settled for the summer rendezvous site immediately, which was none other than the Graveyard. The dirt there smelled odd to Lorelei, and he didn't really understand why so many perfectly good carcasses had been buried there to disintegrate. So of course, he dug them up to see what they had to show him; the amount of bones he found was even greater than he had anticipated, and now that he disheveled half of the rendezvous site, he needed to do *something* with the bones. The ravens that circled overhead seemed fairly interested in the bone pile, and would occasionally swoop down to take some and carry them to their nests. They liked luster, and the bones shone similarly to the human jewelry they would often steal. That was how Lorelei earned yet another name - the Raven Feeder. ***(TBA)***

### Strength

Lorelei is very tanky, large and muscular, so he doesn't have any issues with getting into physical fights. However, he prefers to rely on his voice and overall manipulation skills to get out of negative encounters. He possesses a fair amount of health, strength and stamina, his speed is the only issue - he may be a quick thinker, but that doesn't mean he's a quick runner, and he can be outsped by most.

## Personality

Lorelei has always secretly been the smarter and cleverer wolf of his litter, he's simply chosen not to show it. He's a defiant loner that listens to nobody but himself, as he's always been a trickster at heart. He changed his name from Breeze to match the Lorelei siren, who would lure in naive sailors and then kill them when they got close - he wanted to be able to manipulate others flawlessly using no more than his voice, and he looked up to hwe because of that. When he was young, he would often try to bait his sister Glacier into leaving the den in hopes of her being killed by a predator, as that would leave him as the only child. Thankfully for Glacier, she was smart enough not to listen, though of course that didn't deviate him from trying until he got older. In other cases, he'd boldly leave the den to wander off and try to fend for himself. *He wished to prove that he would either be everyone's main focus or be completely independent, and if he died, it'd be their fault for not keeping a better eye on him.* He had always been very hard-headed, doing either one morally gray thing or the other. He never listened to anyone because, well, that's just the way he wanted it to be.

As an adult wolf, Lorelei would decieve pack wolves by pretending he was interested in them so they wouldn't lay a paw on him, and then killing them once they became trial mates and lowered their guard. Ravens follow him constantly, always waiting for him to pick out a meal for them. It took him a long time to pick out an ally he wouldn't feed to the ravenous corvids circling overhead.

## Appearance

Lorelei has always been a large, tanky wolf with a very wired and muscular build. The upper region of his face, aswell as his ears, neck fur, and part of his back and torso are an ashy, dull dark gray shade, with some amount of lighter, brownish silver swirls on his rear legs and shoulders. His underside, including the lower part of his muzzle, cheeks, legs, paws and rear, is a very clean and pearly colour, making him look truly elegant. The pearl-coloured fur cascades down his rear legs and tail, slowly shifting back to the ashen silver. His eyes are dull and hollow, like charred wood. While some think the collar around his neck is a sign of weakness, he takes pride in wearing it - it shows his loyalty to the cattle rancher, and the way he's the wolf that points the hunter's gun.

## Litters

### First and only litter - Whisper - Age 3

Lorelei and Whisper had their only litter down at Cosmicrock, annexing the Galaxy Pack's final piece of territory and driving them out to the very north of the Lost River valley. They had four offspring - 3 male, and one female.

Labyrinth is a male with a coat colour that resembles charred wood. Always lurking around in the shadows waiting for an opportunity to pounce, he's a very playful and mischievous individual that gets in trouble every other day. He makes his own rules, and he resembles his father a lot because of that - he doesn't want to listen to what others say, and only wishes to follow his own path. Others don’t really get along with him too much because of it. He's somewhat defiant and rather hard-headed, but if annoyed enough, he'll break and give in. Under the vexatious persona, he's actually very sweet, and enjoys simply spending time cuddling. He'd never admit it, though - he values his already non-existent dignity.

* LIFETIME CHALLENGE: **SNEAKY** – Kill at least 5 calves at the cattle ranch.

Libera is a scrawny raven-coloured she-wolf with a patch of white fur on her neck. Due to her small size, and being a runt in general, Libera is seen as nothing but a pushover or pipsqueak by some others, and while they're partially correct, she wishes to prove them wrong. Libera acts independent, brave and cunning to seem stronger than she truly is. She goes out of her way to exhaust herself needlessly, simply because she wants to look tough and powerful. She tries to act fierce, but she can’t even intimidate a coyote properly. She uses her fangs to try and settle arguments and disputes, but it always backfires on her when the one she's disputing against comments on how she 'bites like a fox cub'.

* LIFETIME CHALLENGE: **WEAKLY** – Don't choose any physical age perks.

Starfall is a large, pale silver male with black ear tips and a thick, winter-ready coat. Once big and chunky, Starfall used to be the most dominant one of the litter, constantly shoving his siblings out of the way so he could get more food, or chasing them away from the little sticks and bones he collected... When he started being praised by his parents for being strong, however, he began refusing to do the things he was being praised for. He truly disliked feeling like they were telling him what’s good and what isn’t; he's similar to Labyrinth in that regard. Because of this odd personality ‘*quirk*’, Starfall would go out of his way to purposefully do the opposite of what everyone told him, accidentally becoming a slight delinquent. He’s of a very skeptical, doubtful nature, and when he sees something good, he truly thinks it’s too good to be true, and chooses the worst possibility because of it.

* LIFETIME CHALLENGE: **BAD DECISION MAKER** – Have a 1\* mate, and only hunt healthy elk.

## Gallery

Lorelei chasing a pack of three coyotes just because he feels like it.(A more cinematographic view of the coyote[s] being chased.)
## Trivia

* The *Lorelei* *siren* is a real german myth, often told by fishermen. The reason Breeze was given a female name is because I was unaware of it's origin, and just thought it sounded nice. By the time I found out that Lorelei really is a feminine name, I had no desire to change it for the second time, so I correlated it to the siren's tale.