{3} Sirela

-- PRIESTESS SIRELA --

(seer-ehl-ah)

[Corenza’s Courage -- This wolf may obtain a Food Bundle once a day.]

Entered at 1 yr, 11 m old (46 rollovers); can't breed 

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-- PERSONALITY --

[Pessimistic/Practical] -- blurb

[Aloof/Self-sufficient] -- blurb

[Witty/Contrarian] -- blurb

[Attention Seeking/Insecure] -- blurb

Chaotic Good

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-- BIO --

Sirela's always been a bit of a drifter, flitting from place to place, affiliation to affiliation, seeking somewhere to belong yet pessimistically certain she'll never find it. She's served a wide range of roles and has met a wide range of wolves in her travels, yet no matter where she went, she was never quite enough to any of them. Her most recent affiliation before joining the Cult was a small band of loners, created from 3 or 4 mutual friends that decided to tough it out together.

She got wrapped up in it by being close to the founder, whom had become something of a friend to her in the pack they'd both been in before, and had decided to leave with her when she was pushed out. Starting the loner group was her friend's idea really; she wasn't opposed to it per say, but due to previous issues with fitting in, wasn't entirely comfortable with the idea of being in another group so soon... but her friend assured her it would be different this time, and that with just a few of them, surely things would be better than they were before.. so Sirela swallowed her doubts and went along with it.

Well... Suffice to say, she was right to doubt. As the group grew and became good friends with the founder, awkward, pessimistic Sirela was gradually pushed to the wayside and more or less ignored. The generally chipper and good natured attitude of the group simply didn't have room for her more grounded, hardened-realist attitude, and with time, she dismally accepted that she, once again, did not belong. So, with little warning or fanfare beyond her quietly muttering that she ought to "get going now", Sirela parted from the group and went on her way.

Thus enters the Cult. Sirela happened upon the Cult when they were small; just the Queen, the High Priestess, and two warriors, so suffice to say, things weren't as formal or intimidating then, as they hardly had any territory or brute force to their name. By this time, Sirela had been living in the Mountains for quite a while, and as such was quite skilled in scaling cliffsides and leaping from rock to rock. She'd bumped into Praleda, whom was still mapping the territory, and the Priestess revealed that she'd seen Sirela around before, and was impressed with her surefooted stride. 

The two chatted, Sirela admittedly a bit lonely and secretly glad to have some company, and Praleda eager to learn more about the lands the girl had seen. Eventually, Sirela was told of the Cult, and offered a place in it, should it suit her fancy, and Sirela was... a bit intrigued. She'd carried bits and pieces of a religion from her birthplace, but over the years had lost faith due to tumultuous life. A pack not only founded on religious belief, but entirely made of females as well, where everyone was guaranteed a place, was far more tempting than she would've liked to admit.

As they say, one thing lead to another and the next thing she knew, she had sought them out and tentatively joined their ranks. She was understandably doubtful at first, but upon her initiation, when she injested the sacred herb and experienced a vision of the hunt goddess, surveying her adoringly and pressing an encouraging nose to her forehead, she felt a sudden sense of purpose and kinship that she would've never thought possible... She awoke with a gasp, asked Praleda what the vision meant with panting breaths, and felt a warmth overtake her figure with the stories she was told.

Corenza. Goddess of the hunt. An aloof she-wolf that is depicted as mostly operating in the background and being wedged between the worlds of predator and prey alike. Accepted, clearly, for she was worshipped, but certainly the... least conventional of the wolf goddesses. Sirela felt an intense sense of kinship with this deity, which was only strengthened by having the goddesses' favor, and with only a touch of hesitance, proclaimed she would devote her life to the goddesses worship, as this was the first thing in a long time that truly felt... right.

She became a Scouting Priestess, and since then, though she is secretly a little... off put by the Cult's violent nature, her faith in the goddesses (namely Corenza) remains strong.

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-- RELATIONSHIPS --

Neutral To (56) Kitizra

Relationship (##) Praleda

Relationship (##) Falema

Relationship (##) Azrome

Relationship (##) Graeno

Relationship (##) Fokuna

Relationship (##) Kokuna

Relationship (##) Sasida

Relationship (##) Akuli

[Sexuality]