Farraige

2 Siblings (NPCs)

## Application Sheet

Farraige was a gray-and-beige she-wolf with gray-brown eyes. She joined the pack of Fellfang, and her story is just beginning there. Farraige was created and RP'd by hobbyjozzler.

## Personality

* ***Loyal, Quick-Witted, and Devoted.*** Farraige is very loyal*.* She is dependable and will always show up, no matter what. She's the first to raise her paw in times of need, and isn't afraid to give up on her dreams if it means others may prosper, however it takes a lot of trust to gain her loyalty... Additionally, she's funny, and she's a conversation starter. She likes to play jokes or pranks on her friends, and always has a good comeback. She doesn't get offended easily when joking around. If something is important to Farraige, she won't ever give up on it. If there is a problem that needs fixing, she won't rest until it gets fixed.
* ***Fearless, Idealistic, Competitive, and Straightforward.*** She isn't afraid to dive head-first into the deep-end, which can sometimes get her into trouble. She sometimes may bark up the wrong tree or challenge an opponent twice her size. Additionally, she is a wishful thinker. She can easily get lost in her imagination and grandiose ideas without considering the reality of things beforehand. It's rare she'll ever let you win, but she'll let you think you will! She isn't one for 'grace' or 'manners' and she'll tell it like it is, which can sometimes lead to tension between her and other packmates. She speaks in bold.
* ***Overzealous, Easily Bored, and Nosy.*** She is notorious for making too many commitments and stretching herself too thin, so she's lost some friendships before. her devotion to others bares its negative teeth here. Despite being dependable she will easily lose interest in things that aren't, say, 'Farra-Oriented.' She gets distracted easily and finds relaxation to be torture. Her curiosity about others is never-ending, and she can often be found poking her nose in other wolves' business, whether she means to or not.

## Pre-Group History

Farraige was born into a lively litter of 3, but only came to know this litter as a blurry memory.

Farraige's parents, Neptune and Delphine, were brought together under an arranged mate-ship, so that their rivaling packs may be united. Neptune never minded to do his part for his pack, but Delphine was more than hesitant. Despite her hatred of the idea, she went through with the mateship, linking the two packs forever. With consistent encouragement (or as Delphine might put it, *nagging*), it wasn't long before Delphine was carrying her first litter with Neptune. Though with each passing day, regret continued to set in for the soon-to-be matriarch. She battled a very tough depression during her pregnancy and often found solace in solitude. She wasn't sure how yet, but she'd find some way to ensure that her young would not go through the same things she did. She wanted them to live freely.

Eventually, Delphine gave birth to the litter of three. 2 girls, and 1 boy. Though they were first with a low birth weight, being held in the high rankings to not one but *two* packs, meant they were well taken care of. Or, rather, they should have been... Delphine waited the agonizing 8 weeks in the birthing den before she finally enacted the plan that would eventually carve out her headstone.

***"Be calm my little heirs..."*** She'd whisper to her young as she clutched them close, starting out of the den and into the darkness of night. She'd been meticulous in their bathing, masking their scents for both protection and secrecy. She crept out into the dark forest, nosing her pups along, anxiously corralling them and keeping them as close as she could, while also trying to move quickly. She traveled many miles, dropping her young off one by one, each to unsuspecting and undiscovered (by she) packs. She hated to separate them, to leave them behind, but it was better that way. The less information known, the more hidden her pups would be, and that was all Delphine cared about. She'd soon come to worry, and have trembling nightmares about the possible things their new packs may be putting them through, but even *she* couldn't know the details, for it would be to painful. Farraige, at the time unnamed, was dropped at the border of an unknown territory.

This territory, would soon come to be known to Farraige as Anmark. A humble, small tribe amongst the central mountains. Anmark’s forest warriors found Farraige in their west-most thicket, and scooped her up without questioning; Farraige was unconscious and frail. Just before she was set to face death, the course of the pup’s life was changed forever.

Farraige’s ‘pup-hood’ was short and colorful, filled with much imagination; often inspired by the very warriors who rescued her. Unfortunately, this peace-filled time was cut short, the reality of life setting in rather early. One day, Farraige was lounging about on the riverside, playing around amongst the sands, enjoying the early springtime temperatures. She was under the supervision of a warrior, so when disaster hit her homeland, she was protected. Within mere seconds, Farraige was scooped up in her guardian’s maw, and whisked away, bidding Anmark goodbye forever. They never explained to Farra why she was to be sent away, but she had to trust the only wolves who’d ever given her any direction. The final months of her puppyhood were spent nomadically, traveling with her protectors, and a few other pups like her.

She never had any set of designated ‘parents,’ or ‘caretakers’ but she never felt entirely cast aside either. She was independent, that was all. Along the road, Farraige absorbed lots of new information, her knowledge of the world around her growing continuously. It was hard not to, moving so often… running, fleeing.

As Farraige crossed the line from pup to yearling, she faced an ultimatum. The nomadic family of travelers who’d come to raise her was now disbanding– setting on in their own ways, splitting off. But Farraige was torn, not knowing who to follow, or where she’d be wanted. To the nomadic remains of what was once Anmark, Farraige was a mere occupational hazard, a task, something to be dealt with. It was painful, but in her indecision, Farraige remained undecided, straying out on her own to continue her yearling-hood. She’d given up on her innocence long ago, so what was next?

In the beginning, it was difficult for Farraige to survive, having to learn many things on her own, and re-learn, and re-learn. She always struggled with her focus, and now that was tested more than ever. She gave it her best try, spending months out on her own, seeking a proper home. But she could not stay in one place, the wild was too unsafe for her, especially so young– and so vulnerable still. So over this time, she stayed in many places, nooks and crannies of the earth, and kept to herself. But as she neared her adulthood, Farraige’s momentum began to run out.

Still, she persisted. There was no reason to give up, not yet… was there?
Amidst her travels, in the mid-autumn months of 2022, Farraige found her way into the Domain, arriving on the outskirts of Fellfang. She was tired, alone, and frankly– burnt out. But it appeared that there was life here… and so Farra poked her nose on in, relieved to come across the pack. It had been so long since she’d seen any sign of civilization, that she almost literally jumped on the opportunity, seeking out the group’s mysterious leader, and pleading for a place to rest her head. Which, to her delightful surprise, Farraige’s request was granted. The pack was loose in security it seemed, or sort of, burnt out, in their own way… they were recovering, from something. Something Terrible. Still, Farra did not mind– she would take what she could get. That was who she was, never one to turn her nose up at the universe’s gifts. Not now, not ever.

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