☽ Solas ☾

☽ Solas ☾ sits by your side with a nervous smile and strikes up some conversation. After a while, you notice that they brought a gift and were probably waiting for the best time to give it to you, but they forgot about it during the conversation.

Parents: Idrit & Zinnia
Mate: Drelas

Date of Birth: Spring, Year 19
Place of Birth: The Redfeather Pack
Join Date: ?

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    Solas was just a little golden wolf born to some of the last wolves of an era in her part of the valley. She was trained by her mother and played with by her father while he was still around. She was a quick learner, if a bit carefree, and she did her best to excel at her learning. This still did not make her the strongest or quickest young wolf in the pack, as she was a bit small and there were others who were clearly of a tougher ilk than she. She had grown up with two such brothers, Raalia's sons, and she both admired them and found them somewhat deplorable. The pair were always scheming, plotting and speaking of strangers. They didn't think her clever or stupid enough to listen in on their discussions, but, of course, she was curious.
    Despite her distrust of the brothers, Solas found herself hanging around Drelas more often than not. The smaller brother often slunk away from lessons with his rather intense mother to join in on Solas' training with her own, less overbearing mother. At first she had protested, wanting to be able to use all her focus to train, but over time the other young wolf had dug his way under her skin. They became begrudging friends, each standing to gain both skill and knowledge from working together in their training. Now, as they panted together in the training hollow long after Zinnia had left them, they both considered and tested their friendship.
    "You really ought to be careful, letting your brother drag you into his plots like he does."
    Drelas' lip curled at the little she-wolf's warning, but he said nothing.
    "If he is truly as ridiculous in his ambitions as you believe, you'll be dragged down with him when he makes these plans more widely known, is all I'm saying," Solas shrugged, giving her fur a little shake as her breathing slowed to a more regular pace.
    Drelas' eyes narrowed, "I would urge you to keep to your own business, Sol. It is you who would be "dragged down" should we actually rise to power and Sorcor find out you are not keen on his... plots."
    As Drelas shook out his own coat he turned to walk away from Solas, only looking back to raise his eyebrows as she said, "I am not afraid of your brother. I simply think he is foolish to pursue what he does... and by extension, as are you."

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    Solas was born to the breeding male and one of the Strong of the Redfeather Pack. As her only littermate became a foundling for another pack and none of Idrit's other pups had become Redfeather foundlings, she was her parents' beloved only daughter. They spoiled her somewhat as a young pup, and she wanted for nothing. However, once her father passed her mother cracked down on her training, endeavoring to shape her into a sharp-witted and shrewd young wolf. Though Zinnia tried her best with her project, little Solas was destined to be a lover rather than a fighter.

    Solas most enjoyed spending her days being helpful, smiling at everyone she passed even if they were sour toward her. She greeted each and every day with her sunny attitude and average skill level, and did not mind it at all. This being said, some of Zinnia's teachings did sink in with her daughter, and Solas developed a persistent habit of listening to everything her pack members said while they thought she was daydreaming or inattentive. Underneath her lackadaisical exterior she had become the shrewd she-wolf her mother had intended her to be after all.

    That meant that when two of her young peers had begun to whisper and scheme she had heard. She found out that the ambitious pair of brothers she had grown up with as her only peers were planning to overthrow the alphas and take the pack for themselves. At that point she had simply scoffed and moved on, doubting that they could truly pull it off. Though she now had an acute disdain for the brothers she also admired them in ways and continued to train with them as they all neared adulthood. She became sparring partners with Drelas, the muscle of the duo, and through him learned the rest of what her mother had attempted to teach her. She became a capable fighter, if not finely skilled.

    Solas and Drelas became very close friends in a begrudging way. Drelas began telling her more of his brother's schemes, and she had seen firsthand Sorcor's advantage in his friendship with the moonlight wolves from where she and Drelas crouched in the undergrowth at the treeline. The wolves' coats had shimmered in hues of purple and blue as they floated in the mist above the river. They were beautiful and terrifying, as well as huge, but Sorcor had simply stood and listened to them speak. From that day her relationship with Drelas became more strained, she not hesitating to tell him how stupid he was for going along with his brother, and he spitting at her that she should mind her business and remain on Sorcor's good side.

    Eventually the trio of young wolves became full pack members and for a time their friendship returned. The happy times eased the tension between Solas and Drelas and she agreed to be his mate. He had said it only made sense, but she could tell he really wanted her to say yes. Of course, when the hostile takeover of her pack had begun not too long after that, Solas had been outraged and left with her family and her true alphas. From that point on Solas has coldly claimed that she has no partner, though truthfully she is heartbroken and hopes that her mate will see sense and join her soon.

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Solas stretched with a wide yawn, letting her claws scrape along the warm rock she had been napping on. She expected to find fur eventually, and when her paws did not meet with any she jolted out of her lazy state to look around, her heart dropping into the pit of her stomach. He was gone. He was gone and it was all a dream. She was still on the run with the Opposed and Drelas hadn't come to join her. She hung her head for a moment before looking back up and around. This was the river glade. She was home. Of course she was home.
"It's going to take some getting used to, being back," she muttered to herself as she stretched again and shook out her fur, "and he must be out on a hunt. Or something."
She looked around for something to do. It was her day off of hunting so she was free to go where she pleased and do whatever she liked. She loved that about being home. No constant over the shoulder looks for danger. No pitching in all hours of the day just so everyone could eat. Breaks were given when earned, and she had certainly earned hers today.
She rolled her shoulders and started out across the hollow, looking for Wytt or Viia or Fele. Someone she could spend her off day with down by the river or sunning in the hollow sharing gossip or some other nonsense she didn't have to worry too much about.
Halfway across the hollow she was looking over her shoulder when she bumped into something large and solid. For another moment she panicked, reminded of the huge, solid wolves who invaded just months ago. The voice that greeted her was deep and loving, however, and she looked up to see the face of her mate.
"Drelas! You scared me, I wasn't expecting to run into anyone... uh," she trailed off and looked away with a shake of her head at his intent gaze. They had been apart so long and he still flustered her with his quiet scrutiny.
He stared at her for a few moments longer, taking in the sight of her before saying simply, "I didn't mean to scare you."
Solas looked back up at him, just standing there gazing at her. Something had changed when he stood up to his brother. He was his own wolf now, not under anyone's paw, stressed about some grand plan or preoccupied with what others wanted of him. She just smiled and wondered aloud, "what if we just spend the day together, hm?"
The large wolf returned her smile lazily and nodded, and the pair wandered off toward the warm, flat rocks of the riverbank, not to reappear until late that evening laughing and speaking softly to one another.

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