Pyjama

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Pyjama was a pale silver-and-gray she-wolf with cottony fur and reddish-brown eyes. She lived in the Domain as a loner during the Hive Wars, carefully avoiding the white beasts until, tragically, at the peak of the war, she lost her life from infected Hive-inflicted wounds. Pyjama was created and RP'd by Strawberry-Tate.

## Personality

* ***Lazy and Unmotivated.*** She is often tired, and every opportunity to sleep or take a nap is good for her. Since the birth of her son, she has learned to be less overwhelmed. She makes a lot of efforts to stop being lazy, to give to her son the best possible chance of surviving. Because live as a loner is complicated and she had to learn to fend for herself.
* ***Incredibly Shy.*** Pyjama may start to stammer and in this case, we do not understand anything more what she is saying. She has little self-confidence, this problem can make her forget words, especially when she is anxious. And she is very often nervous and anxious because of her fear of expressing herself badly. All this creates a vicious circle which makes it difficult for her to express herself correctly. But when she's confident and comfortable with a wolf she knows and appreciates, she can have a normal conversation. She is very shy, and reaching out to others is difficult for her. Sometimes she tries to force herself to come into contact with other wolves, but fear cripples her.
* ***Introverted and Emotional.*** If she didn't have that much fur on her face, another wolf could see her blush all the time whenever he talk to her or give her the slightest compliment. Her face is often very expressive, her eyes come alive with joy or fear, and ears easily fall on her head. She still retains her joy when she is happy, and always tries to keep countenance and not laugh too much in public because of her upbringing. She must always be noble, calm and distinguished like a racy wolf. It can almost make her look haughty. When her emotions are too strong, she sometimes can't hold back crying. Especially when one of his friends blames her for negative facts about her behavior.
* ***Educated and Noble.*** She is very gentle and kind. maybe even too much kind sometimes, it's easy to get anything from her. No one has taught her to say no and to rebel or to show the slightest refusal. She has been educated to always appear perfect and helpful. She was to be the model she-wolf and the perfect mate a male can dream. All the severe education of her parents remained in her.

## Pre-Group History

Pyjama was born into a peaceful clan, at the top of the peak of Mirror of waters, in north of the Domain : the clan of MirrorsPeak. It's an icy mountain that overlooks the ocean, its feet ending in cliffs of granite and beryls that lead out to sea. This clan has lived as a recluse for generations on the heights, sheltered from all wars they could get beyond the mountains and their protection. Their members live under the belief that a wolf must be noble, full of righteousness, peaceful, all these customs have forged the bourgeois behavior of Pyjama. Violence and hatred are proscribed by all its members who aspire to a life in harmony with water. They are wolves who live mainly on fishing and food offered to them by the ocean, but also from forests and their rivers located high up. They have beliefs who focused on the powers of water, and the spirits that animate it. They like to see rivers as a living being that can sometimes be belligerent during floods. The wrath of the water must then be appeased with prayers and offerings. They think that water has a memory and a soul, and that some wolves can receive all these aquatic messages. Pyjama grew up in an environment that has a real passion for water, but also ice. Because its members spend a lot of time in the glaciers of the peak and tell many stories there. This pack is led by a group of five old wolves who form a council. All together make decisions and none of them should be superior to the other members of this council. They therefore do not have a single leader, but a group balance with a sense of mutual assistance. All of them have had the experience of life, and are very old. This is why no one ever questions their words or their actions.

Pyjama's father educated his daughter as best he could, with severity, but also patience. Pyjama's parents have always been strict with her, sometimes rigid. They gave a strict education to her, and made her a very calm, bending, courteous and distinguished she-wolf. They tried to make her as noble and racy as possible. Pyjama has always learned her lessons well and has become a distinguished and elegant lady. But, she was never perfect enough for them, and always had to touch excellence. She had to be polite, refined, elegant and above all; **silent.** A distinguished she-wolf is a wolf who does not speak. That was what his parents thought, even if the pack didn't necessarily share that point of view. But, Pyjama's parents wanted her to have the best possible education to become a good mate for a male of the pack. Because of all this, Pyjama often felt like she lacked love. She also has the feeling of not being in an accordance with her body, as if something in her is not normal. It affected her a lot and sometimes she may not feel like taking care of herself anymore, because she thinks her body is not the one she should have. She cursed her parents for it, She wonders if they haven't disgusted her with herself by asking too much of her. But even in her childhood, she will realize that misfortune is deeper than that.

One night, Pyjama has a curious dream. Wolves call her by an another name; *Shad*. She looks at her paws and fur, and she sees that she has a dark gray coat, and black. When she looks at herself in the river, she sees that her face is not the same. She is a male, powerful. Her eyes have turned light green and turquoise, and her coat is almost completely black. For her who is rather pale, it is a surprise. As soon as she wakes up, she will tell her father about this dream. He seems to be horrified. He asks her where she heard that name. **“Forget that dream, Pyjama. It's all just in your head. don't tell anyone, or you'll be taken for crazy."**.

Disturb by her discomfort, Pyjama decides to spend a lot of time near her clan's main river. The elder female of the clan saw that she was not well, and had advised her to listen to the river. The water would know how to help her, because water is a door to another world. **“Look across the river,”** she said. So, Pyjama goes there and looks at herself for long hours in the mirror of the water. When she plunges into meditation, she thinks she sees this big dark wolf with green eyes. He's gorgeous, and Pyjama starts thinking about him all the time. Her father decides to marry her to one of his friends so that she will forget all this story and her dream. Pyjama reluctantly accepts, so as not to upset her father. Worried about his daughter's dreams, he hopes she moves on when she becomes a mother. But Pyjama has many dreams where she still embodies this mysterious dark wolf. She decides to talk to her parents about it again. **“I... hu... I see this w-wolf, S... S... Shad also in the river, when I meditate. It's like he's trying to send me a message. I... I begin to wonder if it's not a water spirit who wants to contact me, or an inhabitant of another world, perhaps. Dad... D... Dad, I think this is important. imp... important. I promise you, daddy, you have to believe me. P... Pwease."** She said in a small, trembling voice. Her legs are shaking. She is afraid to speak. She is always afraid to say something. It's as if the whole world wants her to be silent.

Her father gets into a terrible anger. He wants her to stop talking about him. He forces her to return to her den and not to move there until the birth of her puppies. She ends up giving birth to four new-borns during the winter. But the deep freeze that follows this winter will be ruthless for the water clan. Three of her puppies will die of hunger and cold. She ends up giving all of her energy and attention to her last surviving son at the spring. Unfortunately, the mysterious dark wolf remains in Pyjama's head. She has more and more this impression of having been him. Pieces of memories of a lost life sometimes come back to her at night, and her nightmares are more and more violent. She sees herself with a fatal wound on her face: the sore is the same shape as her white markings on her muzzle and forehead. Disturbed, Pyjama decides to talk about it to the group of five wolves who lead the clan, convinced that he has been murdered. Everyone glances at her when she mentions Shad's name. A secret they had hidden resurfaced years later. It is already too late when Pyjama realizes her mistake. A new memory comes to her when one of the group members attacks her and knocks her down. The five leaders had killed Shad who was once a member of the council. He had requested that the pack come into contact with neighboring packs to trade resources. He didn't want his pack to remain isolated in the mountains. Since they had all been afraid of wars and the dangers it entailed, they decided to kill him before he shared this silly idea with the rest of the pack. They then threw his body into the sea pretending he had an accident. But Pyjama's father knew the truth, for he had witnessed the scene when he was still a puppy. That day he hid behind some rocks.

**"Never speak about him again, never speak of this secret again. You have to shut up, like Shad had to shut up. Keep your muzzle closed and disappear. The waters will swallow up this secret with you. It won't come out. Never again."** Said the group of five, wanting to make her disappear, again. But they didn't reveal everything. The whole truth has not been told.

Pyjama's father arrives in time and saves her by facing off against the five council wolves. The female understands that she is in danger. She picks up her still-tiny son and runs away from the mountains with him. She finds herself alone in the wild and must now find a new pack to take refuge with her son. She must protect him at all costs and learn to hunt on her own.

Towards the end of spring, times become more and more urgent for her and her child to find a safe place and a group to protect them. White wolves will entrench her towards the ocean so as not to be killed, she will find groups of islets where she can hide, on the seaside between Riverfell and Mhor.

During a meditation, she understands she has to go to Mhor. A bird appears in her vision and shows the way to follow. The messages become clearer in some dreams. She discovers that a pack is in her way, and that they might be able to help her: Mhor. Members of Mhor could help her with her visions of reincarnation. They could help her to find peace in her heart, and security for her son. But Pyjama is so shy that she doesn't know how to ask for help or approach the wolves of Mhor. She will remain hidden on the edges of their lands, and approach water points and rivers in the surrounding areas. Riverfell can get her attention because of the trading posts to obtain resources, and because of its water points. Pyjama will find a perfect little island to settle down the time to find a solution, and where she is safe from the attacks of foreign wolves.

## Group History

Unfortunately, while Pyjama tried to figure out which pack to join, she had to leave her son alone to hunt for them. And while she was hunting...the Hive found her boy. She returned, horrified, to find the one of the white beasts standing over his body. Though she wasn't able to fight her son's attacker, she vowed to track him to the ends of the earth and kill him.

The shock of seeing her son slaughtered, and the stress of the Hive wolf encounters, left Pyjama unable to speak (much to her frustration!) This would go on for some time.

Still, it was a bit easier to take care of herself without having to worry about her son, though she missed him *dearly.* In autumn, it was particularly difficult for her to hide from the Hive, because her light pelt stood out against the reds and browns of the autumn foliage.

Pyjama, on her search for her son's killer, crossed paths with another loner named Roddwen. They hadn't been near one another for long when they realized the night was too quiet. She turned and saw that her son's killer, and a group of its fellows. A thirst for their blood surged through her veins. But more...and more...and more arrived.

Pyjama followed when Roddwen shouted for them to run, and they came across a rushing river. Desperate to flee from their attackers, they leapt into the river and allowed it to sweep them away. They'd wash up on the shore some time later, and Pyjama was immensely relieved to discover that this wolf, whoever he was, had survived their ordeal. She wanted to stay with him thenceforth...at least for a while.

He was fine with that, even though his new companion couldn't speak. Pyjama, Rodd, and a raven familiar who joined him (named Munn) traveled together through the winter and into the spring. Pyjama did not like the spring - the awful mud stuck to her pelt, and pests like bugs would be returning!

All the while, though, she intended to track down her son's killer.

In the summer, Pyjama and Roddwen were separated. She set off to find her son's killer, and this time, had more success...he was completely alone.

She fought viciously against him, sustaining severe injuries to her face and her body in the process. Finally, though, she managed to mortally wound him, and finally found her voice again. She asked him *why?* Why had he killed her son? But of course, lacking a grasp of Domainian language, he could not respond. Lacking the *capacity* for empathy, even if he could have spoken, how could he possibly justify his actions?

No. He was a mindless Hive drone. And killing him, one of hundreds, wouldn't bring Pyjama's son back.

Horrifically injured, she collapsed not very far from the borders of Aryn. An Arynian named Ilan found her, and helped her to wash the blood from her fur. He offered to take her back to Aryn, to get proper medical care, and safety while she recovered, but as they started back...she caught a whiff of Rodd's scent.

She knew that she couldn't pass on the opportunity to find her dearest friend again, so she bade farewell to Ilan and limped off in the direction of Rodd's scent. She realized he must have gone back to the den they had shared most recently, and she went as quickly as she could to there.

Unfortunately, as she traveled, infection was settling into her wounds. Though the blood had been washed from her pelt, the Hive wolf's bite had left bacteria in the wounds...and walking through the undergrowth, exposing her wounds to the wilds, was creating a deadly combination in her body.

By the time she dragged herself to her old den with Rodd, she was disappointed that he wasn't there...but he *had* been there. She would see a few bits of fur, and, most importantly, his scent was there. It was a great source of comfort. She nestled into the den and, comforted by her friend's scent, and the fact that he had come looking for her despite her leaving him...she succumbed to her infection and passed away quietly.

Her spirit has joined the stars with her son.

## Trivia

* Pyjama actively worships and prays to the spirit of the water, of the rain. She sought guidance from them at all crossroads in her life.
* She regretted leaving Roddwen to seek out her son's killer...a live friend was worth more than empty revenge that wouldn't bring her son back.

## Quotes

* *"I'm sorry, my puppy-love. We should never have left the safety of our pack because of my delusions, because of all these stupid dreams in my head. If only I could have shut up."* (reflecting on her son's death, *Pyjama Regrets*)
* "He's dead...and I don't feel any better." (after killing her son's killer, *Your Eyes in Mine*)
* "Rodd...? How good to smell your scent...again..." (her final words, *Je te laisserai des mots*)

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