Everest

Everest attempting to look cool after taking down a spike elk.

## About Everest

### Short Biography

Ever since he was born, Everest was pampered by his parents and elder siblings. His mother Rosalind was from the Rosebud Pack, while his father Ravine was a Crevice Lake wolf. They would tell him stories of Fields of Roses, and of various spells and hexes. They were traditionally a very witch-type group. A charismatic and persuasive brute, Everest had a half-and-half reputation - overwhelmingly positive in his own packs, and somewhat negative in others. Everyone in his natal pack - the Rosebud Pack - saw him as a total charmer, tough and strong, and bravely protective of his packmates. Even his father's roseless side did. But is that really true?

Ever since Everest was young, he had a darker, more malicious side to him. He didn't want to be viewed as a black sheep, or even exiled - he hid it behind his charisma. They all saw him as a heroic, cunning wolf, yet his thoughts about harming the others kept brewing, slowly yet steadily. It wouldn't hurt to simply 'get rid of' his smaller, weaker brother, right? And so, Everest killed his brother Clematis that was supposed to be the *Rose Sprout* in cold blood, framing it as an 8 Mile ambush. It worked, of course.

After being chosen as none other than the new Rose Sprout - heir to the Rosebud Pack - he went on to find a stunning silver and white dame from the Meadow Pack, also selected as heiress to her respective pack. Her name was Tundra after her snowy white coat. She was confident, proud, and happy to share her opinion, which could, in Everest's eyes, not be more irritating. He began his attempts at manipulating her when they moved on from their trial period, and it started out as nothing more than snarky remarks. When she got used to that, he began degrading and openly shaming her, causing her to become more reserved and somewhat gloomy to say the least. He made her start to believe she was worthless without him, and once that was done, he began sneaking away to someone else - *completely unlike a wolf, and more like some bobcat*. He had met another wolf he liked just before he and Tundra headed off into Meadow Pack territory in Slough Creek, and she went by the name Cloudjumper. Cloudjumper was a black and white wolf with a slight warm brown gradient from her head to her tail. She was a naive wolf, easily trusting others and listening to them as to not be a burden - he didn't even need to say anything to her, she ''*just did it to herself''*. Once he felt done puppeteering her, he returned to his official mate, Tundra, expecting to continue marking over her old territory. She noticed his absence, but he simply excused it as a quick hunt, taking this as an opportunity to accuse her of being distrustful. She knew he was lying, but she couldn't do anything but stare.

The pair continued to journey throughought the west of Slough Creek for some nights, until one night that a blood moon arose. While Everest was attempting to mark territory, Tundra ran into her brother and former best friend that went by the name of Zen. She was happy and relieved to see him, actually smiling while greeting him. However, Everest didn't feel that way - in fact, he felt angry she thought she could just trust him like nothing. *Why was she always so difficult with him, and why did she still care about that runt?* When Everest ran over, Tundra could already feel the negativity. As usual, he started yelling and spouting about how this was his territory, and someone like him wasn't allowed here. Tundra swiftly stepped between them, wishing to avoid a fight she seriously wasn't in the mood for, hoping he'd back off. But he didn't. Instead, he charged straight into her, biting her by the stomach as if he forgot he was playing the role of mate. The wind was knocked out of her, and that was Everest began talking about how he killed his own brother. Yet he was cut off in the middle of his sentence, and Tundra retaliated, catching him off-guard as she bit into his neck, ripping an artery open. The anger she had built up was released straight onto him as his blood dyed the nearby stream red. That was the moment he realized he should never have done this. In an attempt to somehow be spared, he showed his submission. But she wasn't even paying attention. As a last resort, he recalled one of the curses he heard of in the stories of his natal pack.

*'In Slough Creek's grasp, heirs and kin shall weep. Blood feuds' price, a legacy steep - packmates lost in shadows deep--'*

He was cut off by Tundra debating with Zen on what to do from this point on, as realisation finally set in for them. He hoped she felt horrible - but she just felt numb. His eyes closed as his consciousness faded, unable to decide whether attempting to curse them was worth being his final words. He woke up once more expecting to see fields full of golden roses, but he thought his eyes decieved him when he saw nothing but darkness. No pool of spring water, no roses, nothing. *It was just an Abyss*.

## Personality

On the surface, Everest is a very charismatic, charming and loyal wolf. He respects others, is kind and caring, and only slightly persuasive. All this is only partially true, especially the whole charming, nice facade. In reality, he's very self-centered, egotistic, and manipulative, only able to see his own point of view without much real care for the ones around him. He willingly ruined his mate's self-confidence, only so he could have more control and seem more important to her. Malicious thoughts flooded his head, and they convinced him to kill his only littermate. Tales of curses were intriguing to him, but he only ever got to use one. However, it was the longest-lasting, most horrid one he could think of, simply because he was that petty.

## Appearance

Everest is a darker brown wolf with light brown and black patches of fur. His face has a brown-tinted black mask, and his muzzle is that dull beige colour. His nose flare is solid brown. His scruff, back, torso and tail are the same, brown with a black, cape-like overlay. His legs, however, are very light and sock-like. Everest's coat is thick and ready for colder seasons, except for a patch on his neck that had no fur because of fleas. Coincidentally, it was the place Tundra's fatal bite was. His ears are large, with his right ear being torn up from battles. A scar stretches from one side of his muzzle to the other due to the countless fights he's had behind the scenes. He has a very large, muscular build, and he's rather tall aswell.

## Litters

### First litter - Tundra

Due to everything that transpired between Tundra and Everest in the time they 'knew' each other, the pair could have only one litter. Zen, although being the mere uncle of the pups, helped raise them the same way Juniper helped Opal.

Violet was a purplish silver she-wolf. Ever since she was born, Violet was raised to be perfect. She was taught all the best hunting methods, battle strategies, and ways of thinking in general. Tundra wanted the best and only the best for her, but she didn't want her to be spoiled and quick to depend on someone like she once was. That's why Violet was also taught to work for and recognise respect. A consequence of her training, however, was constant exhaustion. She didn't want her mother to know she wasn't perfect, though. So she trained herself to hide her emotions away under lock and key. Nobody needed to know she wasn't really perfect, and nobody should stop her from the road to true perfection. Everyone who was concerned about her or stepped in her way needed to be rid of immediately.

Dusk was a reddish brown runt female, and she physically resembled her father a lot. She was always the most innocent of the litter, always asking questions about her real father and what happened to him. For this reason, Tundra tried not to pay too much attention to her questions, usually deflecting them into another direction. Dusk was constantly ill as a pup and always slowly lagged behind, but despite being taught that only the strongest make it out alive, they would help her out for obvious reasons. Despite being so, so talkative, she was very well liked due to being kind and caring, even if her way of expressing that was rather extra.

Milkyway was a purplish gray-brown she-wolf. She was effortlessly good in nearly everything she tried - hunting, battling, even playing. This caused Violet to develop a one-sided rivalry towards her, as she wanted to be the absolute best around. However, Milkyway was very care-free, usually just lazing about and sunning herself in the warm sunlight. She was very optimistic, and unlike Violet, she mostly thought about things that could make her feel happy, content and fulfilled. She didn't seek a large territory, or a particularly large pack. She just wanted to feel freedom at it's finest, and spend time with her pack.

Journey was a very fluffy light brown male that slightly resembled his father - but only physically. Out of all the pups, Journey was easily the most excitable one, named for his love of taking leisurely walks and strolls around his pack's territory. He could always be seen rolling around in the tall grasses and sunning himself next to Milkyway, as if he was some kind of plant. He enjoyed being outside in the fresh air, and hated staying inside the small, cramped den, often peeking his head out even during predator attacks. He prefered short yet adreanaline-inducing hunts, as he liked the feeling of being energized by the humid breeze.

Tokeni was a light brown male. He was very sweet, nice and kind - a contrast from his mother. He was outgoing and outwardly social, never passing out on an opportunity to hang out with his packmates - especially Journey. He cared of the wellbeings of the others so much that he would occasionally forget to take care of his own needs. Whenever he and his littermates were fed, he would eat last, prioritizing the others over himself. He never refused the offers or chances to help others out, and he was very endearing. He respected others' opinions and beliefs, and didn't stop them in doing what they wanted to do unless it was outright dangerous.

## Trivia

* Everest is slightly based off Bramblestar from Warriors, while Tundra is based off Squirrelflight to some extent.
	+ Clematis is similar to Hawkfrost, except he was the good one while Everest was bad from the get-go.
* At first, Everest was meant to have died from an illness. Then once I was done playing as River, he wasn't meant to have died at all, because the whole 4-dead-husbands-in-a-row thing was too much. I finally settled on Tundra killing him and him cursing her heirs because it actually made sense, and also gave a reason for four mates to die in a row.