Post by Lithium on Nov 17, 2014 0:00:18 GMT
Name; Lithium Astrid Ellery.
Alias; Lithium.
Gender; Female.
Age; Three years.
Sexual Orientation; Pansexual.
Coat Color; Lithium has a soft gray coat, blended with shades of white and darker silver colors. Thin, sharp lines of black hold claim over her back, reaching around her shoulders and traveling down to her chest on one side, leaving the rest of it her soft gray color. The tip of her tail seems to be dipped in oil, easily covering the gray beneath its black surface. Her skinny legs are a white-gray, all the way down to her black paw pads. Her ears are framed, the very edges a thin line of ink.
Fur Length; Lithium’s legs appear to be bald, only covered by a thin layer of hair, while her body is the opposite. Long strands of fur protrude from her frame, fluffing out around her pale cheeks. Lithium’s ruff is so fluffy it seems to elevate above the top of her head.
Fur Markings and Scars; The black ink of her nose seems to leak down to her lips, spreading slowly outward for a short time before fading into gray, and then white. The usual scars of any wolf mark her body, nothing noticeable or distinguished.
Eye Color; The lightest blue, Lithium’s eyes seem to be white with a pale blue tint. Her eyes themselves are perplexing, as they give off a dull appearance. But, as you stare at them, they grow into a bright, blinding color.
Physical Build; Lithium is taller; tall enough look down at males, though she'd never even consider doing so, and seldom would one notice due to her constant cowardice. Her body, perched atop twig legs appears to be massive... She's sickly. Hardly able to function with as little muscle as she has. Despite that all, she remains to be frightenly strong, with potential to harm another.
Scent; Pine laced with the tingling frost of peppermint, sheltered in a snowglobe of winters personally crisp grasp.
History; The earliest memory Lithium can remember, is being left behind; abandoned. Squirming on the ground, Lithium’s bright eyes watched in confusion as the female above her exited her vision, saying nothing as the expressionless face disappeared. For years, Lithium has assumed this was her mother leaving her, though she could never be sure.
Left on her own without someone to nurse her, Lithium slowly started to die-- The life flowing out of her veins, evaporating into the atmosphere. The little gray pup struggled, her breathing becoming shallow, gentle. So weak she couldn’t even whimper, any cries for help unheard and echoing in her mind.
The world was bright, soft angles as Lithium’s heart rapidly slowed, stopping suddenly. Although she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move, her brain could still think for a short period of time, the lonely organ ignorant of its partners' ceasing. For a few moments, Lithium could reflect on her short life, brought to an end so early.
It was then, that a new face broke her still vision. All valleys and shadows, the face leaned down and licked her, an unknown warmth flooding her body. The pressure of the strangers tongue didn’t let up, working until her feeble heart pulsed again, gently, so faint it was hard for even her to tell.
The shadowed wolf carried Lithium to a strange den, already full of pups. The strange wolf soon forced a nipple into her mouth. Instinct, however faint, flooded Lithium’s body, and she suckled. Soon, the sweet taste of milk danced across her tongue and trickled down her throat.
She began to blossom.
Despite her being weak, Lithium survived, eventually coming to know the shadowed wolf as ‘Mama’. Lithium was adopted, in a way, into the pack. She grew up with few siblings, and no father. She never despaired though-- She had lived, all thanks to her Mama.
Adolescence was challenging-- It was a place of Winter, circling around the crystals that fell from the sky for three seasons of the year. There was no Summer, nor Autumn. This, however, was fine, as Lithium enjoyed Winter. The troubles were forgotten as all were encased in a surreal and brilliantly magical atmosphere.
Mama was protective, but she never made her children do anything. Everyone was independent, relying on themselves only. They only hunted together when they needed to, and often they didn’t. The land itself was plentiful with winter prey, all year long. No territories surrounded theirs, so there was never fear of competing wolves or another pack, and to Lithium, this was normal.
Many of her step siblings left, always on good terms and with a smile. The “Pack” itself was more like a group of loners gathered together, despite family ties. Mama had a new litter each year, forcing the male away from the pack. Mama didn’t want to settle down, not totally.
Eventually, all of Lithium’s littermates went their separate ways, and she was the only one left. Unable to depart with Mama, she stayed for what seemed like centuries, attached to the female and afraid to leave her. Lithium helped raise the new litters, never becoming as fond of the pups as she was Mama.
On her third year, a harsh winter rolled through the territory, complete with blizzards and the death of many pups. Soon, all of the young ones passed, and only Lithium and Mama remained. By now, Mama was older, her body more susceptible to the climate. Lithium desperately tried to warm the older fae, curling her gray body around the skeletal shadow of her Mama’s.
Blizzards lasted for days, blinding the two they huddled in the tiny den, unsure what to do. They couldn’t do anything anyways; they would lose themselves in the chaos. They didn’t talk, afraid even the simple movement of their jaws would waste precious energy.
As Mama started to fade out of life, Lithium took one last desperate attempt to save her. Crawling out and into the weather, she searched for a meal to bring the old fae. She took her time, using her whole body to carve a path back to the den through the snow. It was the only thing she could think of the retrace her steps.
Finding nothing, Lithium turned to go back, shock striking her body.
She should've stayed in the den; Snow falls fast in the midst of a blizzard.
Fear overtook her, adrenaline close behind. Without thinking, she ran, hoping she would happen upon the den. Although she didn’t know better, she was only making the situation worse, ending up farther from the den in a place she didn’t recognize. The adrenaline she felt before had gone, and she curled up under a tree root, crying and waiting the storm out.
Waking from troubled slumber, Lithium stood, the storm gone. Wandering around, she finally found it, afraid of what she might find. She was only able to poke her nose in before she knew her Mama was dead, the stench of it strong in the enclosed space.
This didn’t stop Lithium though, and she crawled in, curling around Mama once more. She absentmindedly licked the scalp of the elderly wolf, tears flowing down her cheeks silently. Exhaustion overtook her body, and she passed out, nose in her Mama’s ruff.
Again, she woke to another surprise, though this time it was even far less pleasant that the absence of a storm; Snarling.
Lithium opened her eyes, a strange wolf staring back at her, face contorted with a dark rage. Recognition was veiled behind the fury in his eyes, but Lithium didn’t know him. His muzzle was brown, fading into black as the color trailed over his cheeks. His eyes were amber, an exact match of the deceased fae next to her.
As she watched him growl, memories came together. Desmond, the pup she had grown up with, was snarling in her face, his breath hot on her cheeks. The intensity around his irises and on his face was daunting, frightening. Lithium didn’t move, save for edging her paw over and on top of Mama’s.
“Did you do this?” Desmond had spat, droplets of saliva flying from his jowls angrily. His yellow eyes glowed with danger, surrounding the reflection of herself; Ears back, eyes sorrowful. Instead of speaking to him, she shook her head, lids dropping over her pupils to squeeze the world out of her vision.
She grimaced as he huffed, paws crunching into the remaining snow as he stalked away, shoulders hunched and tail stiff as it hung down. Nudging Mama away, Lithium stood and darted out of the hollow, racing after him. She had no words for him as she came up next to him, matching his pace with hers. She attempted to nose his shoulder, only for him to turn onto her.
"What joys I would express in killing you, Lithium." Quiet rage leaked through his words, penetrating her numbness and replacing the listless feeling with fear. True intense fear that coiled around your stomach, clenching so hard till you became sick, heaving out the blackness that had somehow moved itself up to your racing heart.
Being rammed to the ground, however, creates a poisonous fear that clouds all rational thought.
Lying on her back, vulnerable and afraid under Desmond’s powerful form, Lithium quivered. He didn’t move to let her up, keeping her submissive beneath him. His dark face was familiar to Mama’s, but where hers was soft and loving; Desmond’s face was threatening, inauspicious.
“I didn’t do it…” A whisper, if you could even call it that, pushed through her thin lips. The words wrapped around his head and vaporized, leaving nothing but an ache in the back of his massive skull, still hulking over Lithium.
After a moment though, Desmond began pulling away to let her up.
Glowering. Casting all fault onto her.
Though he was not blood related to her, he was her brother. Despite his tantrums, she loved him. She had grown up living with his fits, and she knew how to handle them now as an adult. Or, so she thought.
Lithium took the chance and stood, backing away from Desmond without seeming to do so. Trembling, she stared at him, watching his body quiver with anger.
"Maybe you didn't, but you didn't do anything to prevent it either, Lithium." His voice was cold, solemn, ringing in her ears with quiet hatred. Lithium cringed, ears folding backwards-- Unable to tell him he was wrong, unable to speak to him, she lowed her body.
"Remember when we all left? You stayed, which means you were supposed to protect her..."His voice was gaining volume as he continued to speak and come towards her. His cool demeanor was almost more frightening than rage, like the ticking clock on a bomb, the countdown to death.
"You failed Lithium. You're a failure, and I couldn't be more disgusted with you. Mama is dead because of you, because of you."
"Mama loved you, but no one else ever did, and no one ever will now. You'll never be accepted by our siblings or myself, and I'll tell everyone about what you did. What you couldn't do." By now Desmond was right in front of her, his breath washing over her features like fog rolling into a graveyard. The words were sinking in, burring themselves deep into her thoughts, stabbing at her nerves and sending white pain through her skull. The thunderstorm of thoughts, partnered with emotions more painful than lightening, was repeatedly shocking her senses with the hurt of the truth Desmond was forcing her to face. [/p]
"The things I could do to you, my darling sister... But, touching you will most likely bring the same fate as mama upon me; a risk Im not willing to test. Go. Leave. Now. Live with what you've done--You're a monster. Useless, mindless, and nothing but a disappointment. Mama, once so affectionate of you, gazes down at you with hatred. Oh, but you deserve it, dear sister. You should've been the one to go, but when you're finally lusting for the death to take you away, I will be there to fight him off, to make sure that you suffer for even longer, make you regret the day that Mama even thought to save your worthless hide."
Stumbling backwards, Lithium looked up at him, her body weak with confusion and dread. A cold sweat broke over her skin, her eyes dancing with the fear of Desmond coming for her. She continued to push herself backwards, away from the cruel brother she had once loved. The love for Desmond in her heart was replaced by foreboding horror.
Snarling and rushing towards her, Desmond struck out, his paw connecting with her face. She yelped, the shriek faint underneath the bloodcurdling growl of her sibling. At once she turned, running through the thin layer of snow that had stayed with the blizzards ending. As she escaped from him, she listened to his snarling die out and turn into the echoing voice of a promise.
"I will avenge mother, by ruining you, Lithium."
With the haunting words forever imprinted into her thoughts, Lithium ran; away from Desmond and away from everything she had ever known.
Drifting from pack to pack, Lithium forced herself to survive, but she never felt like she was part of life.
Almost as if she was a ghost of herself, Lithium watched from afar as her body acted. From the dark corner in her thoughts she observed her gray, weakening body; Detachedly and without emotion.
As she traveled from territory to territory, there were times when she did feel like herself, times where she experienced emotion... however never good. Obsessed with the promise of her brother, she wandered, the thought of him always in the back of her mind. Often she could see him, clear as could be in front of her, as he screamed and drew her down into a lower and darker abyss than she was already in.
It was a true haunting for her, but was he really dead? After all, she couldn't be sure. He could be stalking her, waiting for her to beg for death as he promised...
And so Lithium continued to wander, followed by the spirit of Desmond and the fear that he will eventually kill her.
I know its bad guys... ^^"
Personality; Lithium is a secretive, damaged, and weak wolf with Depersonalization Disorder. Desmond's words have haunted her for far to long, and bottling them up inside hasn't helped, leaving her volatile and benumbed. Besides being unpredictable, Lithium has episodes where she becomes fearful and lashes out at everyone, often times hurting herself more than others. Self harm, is also a big issue, though not in the sense you would think. Although she does no physical damage to herself on purpose, she will slice into her thoughts sharply, emotional pain overtaking her. When she does injure herself somehow, she will do whatever it takes to delay the healing process, sometimes digging into deep cuts with her nails, or refusing to lick away the infection received. Healers of various packs have mended her wounds quickly before she could do anything about them, but outside of a pack she becomes weak, helpless and hungry to hide away from the breaking sanity of her thoughts. Lithium is also reclusive, and refuses to make friends or anything of the sort; She would rather die than put herself in a more vulnerable position than she is already in. Although, death is not really the worse option for this wolf, and she would prefer it over anything else. However, she does have some morals -- tiny and weak they are-- and prevents any actions that may lead to killing herself. No matter how much she thirsts for the end, she has a certain draw to life, and wants to remember her Mama. One would never depend on her, as she would save her own hide before yours, even if she didn't want to. Desmond's apparition speaks to her as well, and will often convince her to do stuff she wouldn't do otherwise. She would kill for him, as though to repay a debt and beg for his forgiveness. Lithium worships Desmond out of fear, and confusion.
Desmond is all she fears.
Biological family is unknown.