Vitality

The Queen Freak

The story's beginning:

The world of unknowns— as Vitality would like to call it. A place where every nook and cranny can hide dangers, or even a little bit of Magic.

Her story, despite its rough beginning, is one that she will pass on until her last breath, until the earth that she speaks too, takes back the soul she was given.

Life, as the crone always mentions, is a gift. One that has an expiration date. Vitality 's clock has been ticking the moment her eyes cracked open, and the timer has yet to stop. Seasons pass, yet the tale she speaks, will be as old as time.

An unsitely crew sat perched high above the ground, their weathered beaks cast downward as black, beady eyes watched intently at the task given to the woodpecker.
"Are you sure she should be an adult?" The crane spoke up, the sound clipping as she smacked her beak together. "My old bones can't handle raising a pup, the time is nigh, do not question me." A graying owl shushed the stork, speckled feathers ruffling as if the moonlight touched her, provoking her senses. "She's perfect." A sultry sound echoed before them, causing both birds to swivel their heads to stare at the swan. She rarely uttered a sound, her voice a welcomed change as their attention returned to the woodpecker.

"a-a-nd she is done." The reddish bird stuttered, wobblingas he clutched the bark of the tree with a fevered tenacity. No doubt, his brain was trying to keep up with his jumbled thoughts.

The Maiden, The Mother and The Crone would flutter down to the forest floor, circling the thick trunk. There, before them, a delicate carving had been etched. A wolf, the ebony wood displaying a craftsmanship only created every thousand years.

As if the night beckoned, the moon answered her call. A faint glow had slithered it's way past swaying leaves, only to cast it's eye down upon the wolf of creation. The shadows receded, crawling back with a hiss as the light illuminated around the three birds.

from the hole within the trunk, a set of padded feet would touch the earth for the first time— an encour awaited her, voices of three, beckoning life to walk forward.

"Welcome , Vitality. "

Vitality, also known as Life, was not birthed but created to serve the Maiden (Swan), The Mother (Stork), and the Crone (The Gray Owl.)

Abilities:
Vitality has the ability to heal life threatening injuries, but at a cost. Each creature or wolf saved, shaves a year off of her life. She cannot breathe life back into one that is already dead, nor can her gift regenerate what is already lost. She cannot heal herself either– just able to give another wolf a second chance at life.