Eirene

Level 1: 459

Level 1 adult: 534
Level 20: 1022

https://www.wolvden.com/wolf/3129836

Breed to:
https://www.wolvden.com/wolf/2521175 (BREED TO NEXT)
https://www.wolvden.com/wolf/2208446
https://www.wolvden.com/wolf/2147830 945 stats
https://www.wolvden.com/wolf/2419194 1164 stats
https://www.wolvden.com/wolf/2584032 913 stats
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The granddaughter of the Great Eivori- a golden she-wolf who brought together the barbaric wolves of the Mist. A great leader who was revered, loved, and feared, who ruled emotionless. Unfortunately, her ruling was also felt by her next of kin.
Her first daughter, Eliper- Eirene's mother- lived for pleasure, and took many young males to her nest. Due to her mother, she was left to her devices- but was never considered as a possible candidate to take over ruling in Eivori's eyes. Especially with Eliper's dull fur, as grey as the mist.
That was, until, Eliper fell pregnant yet again, and produced Eirene. A silent little pup, splashed with undertones of gold.
Eirene's early years were very unburdened, however, she felt no love. No emotion in how her grandmother treated her, and found no affection from her mother, who only desired males, and paid no mind to any of her pups once they weaned.
With time, Eirene began to feel resentment towards both of them. Resentment towards her title, what she'll eventually become. But, she couldn't fight it. She refused to become like her mother, popping out pup after pup, in hopes that one will harbor her grandmother's golden features, but instead she silently accepted the role as the future leader of the Harbringer pack.

Upon Eivori's death, she beckoned her granddaughter close to her weak form, urging her close enough to whisper into her ear.
"My time has come." She stated plainly. Like always. It grated upon Eirene's nerves that even at such a time, her grandmother still seemed so placid, as if nothing could ever bother her.
"My Eirene-" she rasped, her breath becoming weaker. "You carry them with you now." Her voice lurched, as she attempted to sit up, yet failed. Eirene leaned down further, ensuring that Eivori stayed down.
"What is it?" Eirene urged, her voice lacking the emotion one might expect of someone who'd be in the presence of a dying family member.
Eivori's eyes glossed over.
"The Gods." She whispered. And, as silent as her whisper, her life left her. Somehow, it seemed, even taking the golden color away from her sun kissed coat- actually, it really was. Eirene stepped back, shocked, as dread began to seize her heart, whilst her grandmother seemed to rapidly grey, and the gold of her coat gathering around above her in a warm glow. Before long, Eivori's form was just a mere, freshly deceased, greyed yellow wolf. Nothing special anymore. Just like everyone from the mist.
The glow grew, and then began to approach Eirene, who stood frozen in fear. Trapped. Her legs feeling as if they'd collapse right beneath her. Eyes glued and wide at what was once her grandmother. The gold drew closer, and then nothing.
It disappeared.
Into Eirene.
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It has been long, since anyone of the Circle heard of what was of Eivori, their dear leader, their beloved sun kissed Goddess. Valdis, the eldest of the Circle, felt what had happened long ago- felt Eivori's soul leave for the beyond. Yet, no one emerged. Eirene was the only one sent in, at request of Eivori, to be by their leader's side.
Finally, the gentle 'tip tap' of claws could be heard emerging from the hollow. Everyone's ears perked, looking expectantly towards what was once Eivori's den hollow, and Eirene came fourth. Yet.. she was different? Her coat seemed brighter, resembling her grandmother slightly more. Valdis stood at her arrival, confusion swirling in her eyes. Before she could speak, Eirene took the stand first.
"She's dead. Give her peace." She stated simply, and already turning to leave. All she wanted was time to herself, to process what had happened.
"I've been chosen to lead. I just, need a few hours to think." Hers haunches sagged, as she skulked off to her own den, whilst the Circle prepared for the ceremony, to release their first beloved leader, and to celebrate the newly appointed Eirene. The dreaded ceremony. The ceremonies, so many ceremonies.. Eirene could feel the migraine coming upon her already.
There is too much to process.