BANSHEE.

The Divine Medium of the Sanctuary.

"ꉓ꒒ꂦꌗꍟꋪ... ꉓꂦ꒒ꀸ..." Whispers carried throughout the wind, buzzing through a young wolf's ears as she wandered. "ꉓꂦꂵꍟ... ꉓ꒒ꂦꌗꍟꋪ... ꌗꂦ ꉓꂦ꒒ꀸ..." Her hackles raised, she began to look around fervently for the source of the voice, icy blue eyes sweeping the grey, barren land before her. The voices began to crescendo, flooding the wolf's mind with disembodied cries. She began to run, but the land around her did not change- the void seemed to wrap around her, grabbing at her shaking legs and ripping into her throat. "ꏸꆂꁒꍟ ꏸ꒒ꆂꌚꍟ꒓... ꌚꆂ ꏸꆂ꒒ꁕ... ꏸꆂ꒒ꁕ!" Tears had just begun to stain her cheeks and blur her vision when at last, she saw it; in the distance, a pale glowing flower loomed above the wasteland. Desperately, she used what remained of her energy to rush toward it. Just as she was about to reach the flower, the cacophony of howls and screams grew to a deafening volume, she could almost make out the words-

A shrill howl pierces the still night air. A fox-furred she-wolf finds herself shaking, roused from a treacherous slumber. At her side, her bond stirs and leans deeply into her, gently comforting her by grooming her shoulder.
"Another bad dream?" Penumbra asks, voice still hazy with sleep.
"... The third this moon." Banshee lets her head fall, her fear furrowing into frustration. "It's foolish, I know, but I can't help but worry that it must mean something terrible is coming."
Her bond moves to nuzzle her, a gentle sigh leaving his maw. "I don't think you're foolish at all, love. Whatever may or may not come to pass, the Sanctuary will stand by your side. I will stand by your side."
Banshee huffed in endearment at her bond's words, but chose to refrain from calling him a sap. Instead, she allowed herself to relax once more in his company, the wave of slumber crashing over her.

LORE

Banshee earned her name for her wailing howls, simultaneously beautiful melodies and screeching cries that would shatter the air around her. She would wake in the night as a young pup screaming from what her parents called night terrors. Banshee would speak of hearing whispers from creatures that aren't there, and her previous pack would pass them off as paranoia. Then, strange luminescent flowers began to sprout from the young she-wolf's fur, and her pack deemed her a freak, or sick, or cursed.
It wasn't until Banshee had entered the Sanctuary would she would come to learn that these dissonant voices were echos from beyond the grave, and the flowers that bloomed upon her pelt grew more and more as she worked to strengthen her connection to spirits of beyond. Her ability to commune with the dead granted her a position on the High Council of the Sanctuary.

Banshee joined the Sanctuary on April 3rd, 2022. Though she began her life in the pack as a pupsitter, she soon caught the eye of the lead wolf, Penumbra. The two pair bonded on May 9th, 2022.
Banshe and Penumbra had their first litter on May 17th, 2022. They gave birth to four pups, two males, and two females. They're both quite proud.