Irregular

A once ugly discard who's been given another shot at life~

She was the daughter of a pairing under her group. She doesn't talk about her parents much, most think they died before she could remember; but that is certainly not the case.
She had another name once, but it's been forgotten now.
Irregular is weird; unmistakably, but it seems to just be in her personality. Despite what most think, she's easy to get along with and would actually make a great leader. The clan's founder has a great liking to her, being almost like a daughter to the queen.
The dagari has a liking for the unknown, but carries surprisingly little talent at making it alone in the wilds. She's rarely gone for more then a quarter moon.
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Irregular had a good life. She was so happy to see her family blossom. Unlike most of the others; because of her early introduction in the clan she did not carry the same views on wolf-kind as others. Irregular liked wolves. They fascinated her, always lingering whenever she and Clear ventured out together. While those days have long passed, she is left with a series of friendships and knowledge about the bordering clans. As well as a souviner not so easily forgotten; Snowing Gentle, and their pups.
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While not very interested in queen life for long, Irregular was a good mother. Loving and affectionate for her children, always by their side during first steps and ventures. She loved seeing them grow into the clan, with bright eyes and dashing tails. Although her natal culture was mostly lost on her, she was always sure to teach her litters the the art of gliding when their dagari wings developed.
Her litters were strong and healthy. They could fend for themselves soon after, which pleased Irregular strongly, with ears tired of the mutterings and stigma over dagari femes who mated to wolves.
Until she nursed with Incandesence.
Her youngest, smallest daughter needed a few extra licks. She walked slower then the others. Her vision was poor. Irregular and Snowing Gentle nudged her along bit by bit with soft words of encouragement. But, a now patient, experienced parent, Irregular cared for her unlike her other children, and their bond was very tight because of it. She quite admired her daughter's selflessness and generosity. She and her mate smiled to watch her kindness. But neither of them could claim it.

She knew of her daughter's courtship by Frozen River, and took a neutral side, wary of him.

She never thought she would be able to understand a mother's rage until Frozen River used her daughter. He left her to die.
When Incandesence was first pregnant, she and Irregular talked in the most positive sense of her new family. Never once a word against their bastard sire. While downtrodden, the sweet grey wolf didnt let it mar her queenhood. She was so excited she was to have pups of her own, to live up to her mother's care. She told Irregular this much.
They cried together when Winter's Breath was born. A perfect little scrap. Already a large, healthy pup with Incandesence's purple-grey furs.
But the softness was never meant to last.
The night of Kepler's treachery, Frozen River was meant to guard the nursery. But his shame in abandoning the feme kept him from following his duty.
Incandescence was the only queen there, while the others hunted.
She was already weak with hunger like the others. She'd been nursing Phantom and her sister's children alongsides her own.
She was curled with them when she faced Kepler. Such a brave little feme would never step aside. Her blood matted the very nest she had been cuddling in.
Kepler took all of them. Irregular's grandson did not survive the training.

She was already cut up with grief over the cold-blooded murder of her partner. But the betrayal and her death broke something in her like nothing else. Cold, hard anger coursed through her for months. Yet not at Kepler. There was a transparent reason for her death. A reason with white fur and pale eyes.

Irregular held it in her heart even as the seasons passed; the frostbite ended and her granddaughter was returned. She would watch the lake thinking of her mate and the sky of her daughter. The pale grasses of her daughter. The winter hares of her daughter. She would talk to her son about memories of his littermate often, as he always listened even if she was repeating herself. She grew more solemn with age, taking by her long passed mentor.

She could not rest.

And neither, for that matter, could Paroxysm. Near the end of the Queen's life in the quietest of winters, two grew aware of one another on the wind and forest tales, her scent often blending with the traces that lingered by Incandesence. It intrigued Irregular to know that someone else clearly still remembered her daughter. They met face to face in a holy ruin deep within the forest. After some suspicion, Paroxysm told quietly of the voice it heard, and how it cared for the dead queen. They described it to her, and Irregular knew it told the truth.
They grew to be friends. Someone she could tell her stories and knowledge to; now that almost all of her children were gone.
Irregular always wished they'd somehow found Incandescence sooner. Nonetheless, they made her happy one last time, to have an apprentice of sorts; and let her tales live on after so much death.

On the night that Petrichor and Celestica traveled to Divvadae's grave; Irregular found them at the edge of the border. She begged the young wolf him to carry a request to the deity. Quite aged now, it was her dying wish. She recited it in his ear. Frozen River's betrayal had been grown over; and forgotten. But not for her. And she would not let him forget it either.

Divvadae himself used her death to seal such a curse. Irregular, in the world of dreams, will keep an eye on him until it is carried out.