Qestir

## Application Sheet

Qestir was an ivory-pelted wolf with pale blue eyes. Born and raised in Stormhaven, they were close friends with Vargas growing up, and were one of the first members of the proud, reborn pack of Damasca, along with another ex-slave, Samsara. They served as a Delta Wayfarer until the pack's departure from the Domain. They were created and RP'd by data-bull.

## Personality

* ***Cynical, Untrusting, and Short-Tempered.*** Made a cold cynic by their tender years as a thrall, Qestir has little faith in the newly founded Damasca. They remain only because their survival would not be guaranteed elsewhere, especially alone. Their trust for their packmates extends as far as they can throw them, and while they aren’t proud of it, they have quite a short temper as well.
* ***Haughty and Passive-Aggressive.*** Due to the events following the failed coup of their youth, Qestir finds it difficult to forgive; they aren’t afraid to show their displeasure either, and anyone who crosses them should expect some passive-aggressive fallout. They also display a very haughty attitude in this new Damasca.
* ***Self-Centered.*** Their morality was shaped by a need to survive, and like many raised in Stormhaven, they have no qualms about what other wolves might consider wrong. They have little sense of loyalty for the pack, but they are willing to do what is necessary to stay there. By no means “good”, Qestir does feel obligated to repay debts, and won’t turn on another wolf without cause.
* ***Privately Fearful and Uncertain.*** Despite their haughty attitude towards most, Qestir somewhat cowardly. They fear complete isolation. So they do truly value the precious few with whom they have a mutual understanding. More than that, they worry that the peace will not last; the ghost of the alphess and the wolves of Stormhaven still haunt their dreams. Though the nightmare has ended, the phantoms of the past refuse to allow them an idyllic ending.

## Pre-Group History

Qestir's legacy lies among the enslaved descendants of Stormhaven's first conquest. They were a product of oppression spanning generations since, a cog in the machine, an object. Their birth was not celebrated, not any more than one would marvel at a new possession. Fear of their betters overshadowed the young thrall's every action; insubordination was readily punished, and Qestir was quick to fall in line. Even among peers there was little tolerance for the weak. You lied, you stole, or you died trying. This too was their lot in life, and they accepted it for what it was. Still, Qestir couldn't help but yearn for something more, and talk of rebellion never fell on deaf ears. Empty though their words were, they held an appeal that made them difficult to ignore. In particular they idolized Gareth, a wolf with the charisma to unite the slaves and the courage to lead them. His son too, though they were the same age, was Qestir’s role model. Wit sharp as a whip kept Vargas a cut above the rest, and his potential didn’t go unnoticed. Perhaps it was due to their predisposition as a thrall, but Qestir was all too happy to place their faith in the two.

When the day of the rebellion arrived they were among those who dared to try and change their fate. As they ventured into the unknown they foolishly entertained the possibility of freedom; and they were severely punished for that crime. Bodies fell around them, dead or wounded by the alphess’ soldiers; cries rang out in the darkness as Qestir cowered in absolute submission. The ambush was successful; Qestir was among the few survivors, though they would soon wish they hadn’t been. Only later would they realize that Vargas was not among the living or the deceased, but even that small victory felt like a betrayal as they were reminded of their place in the pack. They began to distance themselves from the others; the sweet promise of freedom no longer resonated in their heart. And as their treatment worsened, their mind shifted the blame onto Vargas. He had abandoned them to this fate. He and Gareth had drawn them in and brought them nothing but pain in return. They were naive, thinking their life could be anything else.

## Group History

When Vargas freed the Stormhaven wolves, Qestir wasn't quite certain what to think. Their relationship with Vargas would be...complicated, and very strained, as time in Damasca passed.

Qestir was the wolf who found Highvalley wolf, Eclipse, when she washed up in Damasca after the glacial flood. Qestir more or less claimed Eclipse as *theirs*.

Unfortunately, the relationship between Qestir and their 'prize' would not be explored more fully, as both wolves vanished from Damasca without a trace. It is unknown if they left together or not.

## Trivia

* Their half-sisters, Atka and Aniu, were treated as Stormhaven highborns, while they were considered amongst the slaves.

## Quotes

* "This is mine." (about Eclipse, *Mistletoe Meme*)

## External Links

* Official Application Sheet
* data-bull's deviantART Gallery