Violet

Violet in the tall grasses of Slough Creek.

## About Violet

### Biography

Violet was born to Tundra and Everest of the Meadow Pack inside the Tundracliff den, although Everest died before she was even alive. In substitute for a father, she had an uncle that would often pupsit her and her littermates - Zen. For the first few months of their lives, Violet, **Dusk**, **Milkyway**, **Journey** and **Tokeni** were completely unaware that Everest had ever even existed in the first place. Their mother did her best to conceal the truth of his death as she didn't want to force them to grow that fast - especially about the words he muttered with his last breath. She wished to deal with that herself, and the pups did not need to know. As Violet grew, she turned into more of a perfectionist, eager to do risky things as long as they boosted her reputation. Tundra trained everyone to work for and recognize respect, and Violet pushed herself to be the best - not just in that, but every other skill as well. Hunting, fighting, quick thinking, you name it, Violet pushed herself to train it. Eventually, Tundra decided to ignore the lyrics that had been spat out by her former mate, not knowing that Violet had been training on hell-tainted entities. Predators like cougars, coyotes, and other wolves that for some reason had dark, overshadowed eyes and completely blackened body parts had appeared in front of her many times, attempting to strike her when she was most vulnerable. She, of course, took this as a challenge, sharpening her skills on them even further, unaware of the link between them and her father she had still heard so little about. Feeling that she was able to deal with them by herself, she didn't tell Tundra about them. They were nothing more than a nuisance that posed no real threat to her, considering her prowess. ... One night, her father appeared before her in a dream. He was the only thing she could see around - everything else was pitch-black, and dark as the void itself. He instantly seemed very persuasive to her, though he claimed he simply wished to meet his strongest daughter. He said he wished to tell her something about Tundra, but she wasn't having it - she could only focus on the irritating way his mouth was moving, and the way he was trying to keep a sinister yet hateful grin from appearing on his face. Warily, she backed up and warned him to get away before she did something they would both regret. It didn't take long after that for his facade to shatter, as he had realized just how hyper-aware she was of everything around. His facial expression dropped, and just when he was about to lunge at her, she woke up, leaving that pit of darkness. Tundra sat before her, watching over her every movement as she had noticed her shaking while asleep. Violet simply said she was having nightmares and ended up staying awake until the sun rose, still thinking about the void. Once she finally got up and returned to her usual training, she saw a small pack of coyotes – the ones with the odd, unusually dark traits. Before Violet had that dream about her father, the creatures would only have darkened, ash-covered body parts and dull eyes. However, they had now started to look more and more physically disfigured. Their limbs would twist at unnatural angles while their skinny necks turned way further back than they were meant to. She decided to tell her mother about them with some level of reluctance after all, and as it turned out, she had seen them too when Violet was young. Unfortunately, neither of them really knew what to do about them, other than eliminate every single one they saw on sight. Violet also wanted to tell her the truth about the nightmare she had of her father, but left it in the back of her head as she figured it was just her mind overcomplicating everything. She needed to work on that.

As she approached two years of age, Violet slowly forgot about the nightmare she had of Everest anyway, as she never dreamt of him again. It was safe to assume that it wasn’t him. Right? Either way, the youthful she-wolf soon adopted more responsibilities than ever before. She was chosen as the Meadow Pack’s fourth successor during the heir-picking ceremony Tundra and Zen had held. It was of no surprise to anyone at all, as Violet was the most independent of all her siblings by a long shot. Her skills, knowledge of the world around her, quick thinking and prowess were as amazing as they could be, after all, so now she just needed to focus on building a steady reputation among the other packs in the valley. She said goodbye to her packmates one last time, walking away proudly and dismissing the feelings of slightly missing her mother’s approval. She needed to close her heart to truly succeed in life anyway.

Violet arrived at Amethyst Mountain completely alone - Dusk was with Milkyway, and Journey was with Tokeni - she was all by herself, but that was the way that she liked it best. She needed to be independent if she wanted to make it. *She had a reputation to uphold, didn't she?* Perfection was her only goal in life, and she needed to have the perfect mate, perfect pack, and perfect territory. Not soon after her arrival, Violet was able to single out and kill multiple elk calves in a day, partially for the food, but mostly for the sport. Her abilities were great enough to attract multiple packs of dispersal males multiple times, although she never took much interest in them. In her eyes, they were simply passers-by, watching her curiously. One fateful night, Violet was wounded and exhausted after taking out a cow elk and her calf. The scent attracted coyotes, and they circled her for hours, wanting to steal a bite to eat. Violet kept snarling at them the entire time, yet it was one against three, which she would usually do just fine against, but this time, she was way too exhausted. One of the Pahasaka wolves she had chased away earlier came back because of the commotion, and although she expected to be attacked in her rare moment of weakness, he helped her, swiftly chasing the pack of coyotes away. *Clearly, she had to do more training.* Violet was somewhat impressed but still unsure - he was too willing to help someone who wasn't on his side. She found out his name was Genesis, and decided to give him a chance. That night, they talked about their natal packs, and when it was her turn to talk about her parents, she smiled uncomfortably. Even though she didn't say anything, he quickly began to understand. He turned out to be a very caring, loving wolf, that didn't care too much about his reputation as everything just came to him naturally. He was soft-spoken, and comforting, and turned out to be a skilled hunter. Soon, Violet felt something different about him - she felt that he was more loving than any of her packmates had ever been. The two eventually became mates and worked together admirably. Genesis was the first one she felt this sort of odd connection to in her life. It was comforting.

After spending some time on Amethyst Mountain not only hunting but also just talking about life and making plans for the future, Violet felt ready to return to Slough Creek. Her mother, Tundra, greeted her in the old territory when she arrived, but she felt nothing - as always. Not love, not hate, perhaps a little respect, but that was it. She was no more than a mentor to her, and now that she was independent, she no longer needed her, even though she wished she did. Soon, Violet resumed her territory-marking, not only strengthening the areas she grew up in - First Meadow, Grassy Plateau, and such - but also taking land from the Crevice Lake wolves up to Buffalo Fork Pass, Wanderer's Point, and The Terraces. She took a very long time to finally pick out a den, which was slightly out of character, yet understandable - she wanted it to be safe not just for herself, but for her and Genesis' litter. Soon, a litter of seven was born in the McBride Cliffside - three females, and four males, in that order. The she-wolves were Briar - the mischievous one, Ari - the determined one, and **Midnight** - the gentle one. The brutes were Feather - the oblivious one, **Zane** - the one that always got his way, **Crow** - the clumsy one, and **Pluto** - the clingy one.

After the pups saw the light outside their grotto for the very first time, the weird entities began appearing again. Always lurking in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity to strike - she *hated* it. Whenever they appeared, Violet would make sure they stayed in the shadows permanently. She killed each and every one she saw, yet for some reason, they just kept coming back more and more frequently. Alongside them came other wolves - not *shadowed*, completely normal, yet still considered as much of a threat by her. She sustained herself in the sense of not killing them, solely for the sake of reputation. If she wasn't respected, she was good as dead - or at least that's how she saw it. One day, she made a connection between it all. *Were the entities sent from the abyss her father spoke to her from so long ago? Was he the one sending them?*

Even after trying to shake the odd feeling off, Violet knew that this wasn't something that could simply be outwitted or ignored. Simply slitting their throats was no longer enough, and it was beginning to become difficult to tell apart the embodiments of pure malice from regular intruders that she could at least attempt to persuade. They would all march to their deaths, aware of Violet's killing intent yet seemingly unwilling to care. Of course, she consulted Genesis about everything that was going on, feeling bad and almost pitiful for worrying and burdening him. He was all she cared about aside from the seven. The first to show her affection, and the first to feel *real* yet still worthy of being *close* to her. However, despite his quick thinking and intelligence - both logical and emotional - he knew even less about everything than she did. With a heavy sigh, she stoically and bluntly told him to stay at the den site and call for her in case anything happened. She just didn't want him to end up injured, as it would not only be bad for their status but also because she'd just feel guilty. Quick-footed, she departed from the lakeside and headed further up north to establish territory, hunt, and whatnot. *Hopefully, the things going on would sort themselves out, or better yet, she would think of a good way to deal with them herself. ...* Her footsteps that day were fast and agile, making sure not to take too long to finish her territory marking and hunting tasks. However, as she was running up the steep hill, she saw another of the entities out of the corner of her eye. It seemed lost as if it didn't know where it was supposed to be. It got her thinking about them again, and where they were coming from in the first place. *Were they normal animals like her before? What force was being used on them to turn them into this?* Shaking her head, she knew she needed to exterminate the intruder before it continued to pose a threat to her and the others. While fighting it, Violet realized the creature was another wolf, with a small hint of Crevice Lake scent on it. Nevertheless, she killed it, as there wasn't anything to respect about it. *It didn't deserve honor if it allowed itself to become this*.

### Strength

Considering her amount of killed victims, Violet is surprisingly not particularly physically strong. She's exceedingly healthy and quick, with lots of stamina to spare as well, but bite strength was never something she tended to focus on - it was all about outwitting her opponents while not taking that much of a beating herself. She was able to take down fully grown bull moose, cougars and other wolves by herself with no major casualties. Violet truly was a warrior who fought to the last moment.

## Personality

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, and she didn't want her to be overly trusting and quick to depend on someone like she once was. That's why Violet was also taught to work for and recognize 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 actually 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.

As an adult, Violet's emotional health slowly spiraled out of control. The fate that Everest had cursed her with was an extremely heavy burden, and she learned to depend on purely herself. She trusted no one, except her mate Genesis. Something about his mere presence was very comforting to Violet, and it was the first time she felt genuine care from a wolf that wasn't from her pack. She enjoyed being around him, and she felt like she could rely on him. His words were soft, yet she felt comfort in them. They would spend all their time together, talking about life, death, and everything. When he was killed, all the feelings of being wanted and cared for were thrown away. She became even more resentful of the world than before, killing everyone and everything that bothered her in cold blood. It was her way of avenging him, but it only strengthened the curse. War was waged on the Crevice Lake wolves, but as she tore them apart limb from limb, she felt nothing. The world had turned its back on her, so she ripped its spine out. As she continued her emotionless slaughter of other wolves, she only felt numb. She had been desensitized to the blood and gore, nothing could get to her anymore. She felt like nothing but a puppet meant to fight so Genesis could live on spiritually, if not physically. The shadows of Everest's curse were nothing compared to those which consumed her mind and body. It wasn't about the respect, reputation, or prestige anymore - heaven was empty.

Despite Violet's partially accidental efforts at keeping the entities away, the curse was not dispelled. Even after her second litter that she ended up having with Arrow, she felt hollow and blank. She decided to try and regain some of her previous ambition by thinking of how to rewrite fate itself. Her intelligence was remarkable, and she was visited by her mother in a dream, retelling the lyrics Everest had died saying. Unsurprisingly to her mother, she quickly uncovered what it all meant - the heirs that were chosen during ceremonies would be affected by the shadows for as long as they stayed in Slough Creek. And so, Violet monitored her granddaughter River for as long as she was in Slough Creek, and, seeing the genuine care and love she gave to her pups, felt something in her again. She felt proud of her for staying strong, even amidst all the chaos and agony. The wish to go down in history she had felt when she was young had been reignited, and that is why she sacrificed herself - it was so the curse could be dispelled once River permanently left Slough Creek, and so she could make up for all the death and pain she contributed to.

## Appearance

Violet is a breathtaking mostly silver she-wolf, with some white and perhaps light brown hues. Most of her body - her face, ears, neck, torso, and tail - are covered in stunning gray color, making her fur seem glossy and shiny. Her paws and legs are pure white, which she inherited from her mother. It makes her look as if she has white socks on. Her back and tail have very, very slight, light brown tints. Her body is very symmetrical, and the only imperfection is her torn right ear. Her eyes are silver, only a little lighter than her coat.

## Litters

### First litter - Genesis - Age 3

Violet had her first litter with Genesis - which was also their last litter - when they were both fairly young. After Genesis' death, Arrow stepped in as a sort of stepfather to everyone, helping raise all seven - three females and four males - to adulthood.

Briar was a stunning warm brown she-wolf with dark brown points around her face, ears, paws and tail, and she would later grow up to be dark gray with brown spots. She was very large as a pup due to her love of food - she would often leave the den in an attempt to search for something to eat. Her curiosity and will for adventure overwhelmed her, so she was a furball of energy, always itching to play, run around and explore. She was a wanderer, always mischeviously sneaking away with her brother Feather. The pair would constantly make problems for their packmates due to their rambunctiousness, always being purposefully difficult to control or handle. Briar would often make up her own rules, as she didn't like being told what to do. She was turbulently active and noisy, constantly spouting about things nobody could decipher due to her quick talking speed.

Ari was a matte black she-wolf with slightly lighter patches of warm gray fur symmetrically aligned on her back. She was always one of the most determined pups, proudly pouncing on prey twice her size. She was very, very playful, but not in the way that Briar and Feather were - yes, she enjoyed exploring, and would often get lost in the patches of tall grass around her den, but they were rather different. Although she wasn't a loner, she definitely wasn't social either, and she talked much less. She was very committed to the things she liked or wanted and was able to form deeper relationships than most others. Ari was truly caring, often forming attachments she would never let go of rather easily - especially her attachment to her mother Violet, using battle training as a way of getting closer to her.

Midnight was a solid black female without any spots or points. Of everyone in the litter, Midnight was, of course, the least social, and quite a loner at heart. She preferred being alone at all times, and she did better by herself in general anyway. This didn't mean she was a 'bum', though - in fact, it was the opposite. She could constantly be seen off to the side playing by herself because that was simply how she felt the most comfortable. Midnight deeply believed in personal space and taking your time to adjust to your surroundings - she was physically sensitive, but it wasn't in a bad way. It helped her get by, allowing her to see, hear, and sense what others couldn't.

Feather was a gray wolf that grew up to be a surprisingly light gray, almost white color. Alongside his sister Briar, Feather was one of the main troublemakers, mostly because of how easily he was fooled into doing certain things, such as daring to peek outside the den during predator attacks, or climbing his way to the food pile before it was time to eat. One could easily convince him that making problems for everyone, including himself, was a good thing, and he would listen to them. He was highly energetic and also quite an avid adventurer, making him even more of a handful. He was fun-loving, innocent, and a prankster, constantly joking around with his packmates, even his mother Violet, giving him quite a bad reputation for causing so many unnecessary issues.

Zane was a muscular, dark, bluish-gray male. He was always the reckless fighter, but not because he enjoyed fighting - it was funny to see his siblings' reactions whenever he snuck up and tackled them. He was extremely cheeky, constantly sitting in the shadows completely camouflaged as he snickered at his littermates. If anyone decided to do anything that didn't abide by Violet's rules, he would see, but he wouldn't tell. He would keep the information to himself and only use it to get what he wanted out of them - he was just that sneaky. Other than his... intriguing blackmail skills, Zane was actually pretty friendly towards the others, and he never planned on telling their secrets even if they didn't listen to his demands - yet somehow, he was just that convincing. He had so much unexpected charisma, that Crow sometimes wondered if he stole it from him.

Crow was a matte black male with very silky fur. He was always the poetic, over-the-top romantic one, constantly attempting to be as charismatic as his brother Zane, but it would never work. Nobody could take him seriously no matter what he did, so eventually, he stopped trying and revealed his true, more playful and light-hearted self. He adored collecting unique-looking sticks and bones, alongside things humans left behind. He was curious and, despite being collared at a young age, enjoyed exploring human 'dens' - cabins, tents, actual houses - you name it, he explored it. Crow enjoyed playing with shiny objects no matter how dangerous they were, and he was rather clumsy, so it would never work out in his favor. Nevertheless, he persisted.

Pluto was a very slim dark gray wolf with solid black points. Growing up, he was an extremely picky eater, and he only ate food that he felt had a good enough taste, causing him to fall behind his littermates in weight. He adored snowshoe hares and fish, and they were the only things he didn't outright refuse to eat, other than beavers - beavers were a perfect combination of the two. Other than that, Pluto was a very clingy wolf, only wanting to spend time with Zane and Crow and refusing to try and bond with someone new. He was extremely hard-headed, and not at all open-minded. He was very protective and defensive of his brothers, not wanting them to get into too many fights. He hated fighting because of his lack of strength, so he didn't fight unless it was an emergency. Whenever he wasn't defending Zane and Crow, he was probably running away from the commotion.

### Second litter - Arrow - Age 6

After Violet's first litter she had with Genesis, she didn't wish to have a second, as she was afraid of getting too attached, and also of not being able to maintain her territory. Yet she did, and this time, Arrow was their biological father. There were only three - two females and one male. She felt a bond with them, but it still wasn't right.

Holly was a solid warm brown female. ...

Blade was an unusually colored pale gray, beige wolf. ...

Mona was a silver and white she-wolf. ...

## Trivia

### General

* Violet has the highest kill count of any wolf in the history of not just the Meadow Pack, but all four of the packs that descend from the Moon Pack.

### Breaking the fourth wall

* Violet is my all-time favorite OC!
* Out of every wolf, her story has been rewritten the most, alongside Tundra and Ari's.
* I LOVE YOU VIOLET!