Devourer

The Undertaker.
Iceclan's Third Leader.
Personal Sign Chosen: Her father's claws.

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You've never wandered this deep into the thickets before; the bridge between the famed clans of fire and ice. Your pelt ripples with the summer breeze of the north; soothed by the everlong frost just behind you, a lovely feeling, no company but the steps of your own paws.

One.
The dread of her presence is immediate. The wind no longer pleasant, the day molting with fear. You veer around in the quiet, yet nothing is off enough yet to notice the crouched stance, several lengths in the looming cold. It's not good enough. You are not safe. Your mind begins to jump, creaks and snaps; for it is oh so peaceful, and any traveler of these forests knows that to never be a good sign.

Two.
You take off running into the warm side. What ever that was, it wouldn't dare pursue you into burning wolf territory, especially if it happened to be of Ice Clan; you slow mildly. The fault of your judgement hits you nearly too late. Her paws know the difference of presence on grass and on snow, and now; it is catching up to you. It has honed your remains from the cover of the trees.
This is no pursuit of aggression, this thing is hunting you. For sport.
The kick of panic thrusts your feet against the dirt. The sands of the earth are hot under your feet as you kick the murk into your senses; hard to concentrate. A doe deer in the open daylight; the exposure hits your fearful body. The terrain courses downwards and you run at it with all your might. The ravine. It's your only hope.

Three.
Fighting for the seconds of your life to keep ticking; you pummel into the gravel, sending it sliding so that it wont be able to follow you. You can feel the teeth and spit hot on your heels and dont dare look back into what are surely the eyes of death. As the boulder field beneath your feet catalyzes into thousands of feet of sandstone depths; the closeness of predator ceases while in midair. As your lungs condense; kicking your ribs with shoulders hunched of exhaustion, you force your eyes back on the ravine. It must have fallen, right?

Her eyes are as blue as the river that gushes below, and she only stares at you with focus. She's stuck down there, you sigh; but already your breath is quickening. Your stomach drops as she jumps to the wall, well-trained arms scraping at bare rock without even flinching. Whoever this is, it is not an Ice Clan wolf, but even as you struggle to get up you're having trouble running; fixated helplessly on the dark wolf as her body whistles into the air, slamming into the other side of the ravine, face to face.

"Consider me entertained at the show," She drones, "But you cant compete against someone who's been in the business her whole life."
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╚ Theme Song (Temporary) ╗
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∇Devourer is eldritch. You feel compelled to stare at the floor in her presence, as you can feel her eyes like thorns on your pelt. She's very beautiful, spiny, dark and tall with some of the sharpest claws you've yet to see. The right side of her pelt.. By the four, it's fucked up. ∇

Many do not like the wolf of charred teeth and green flames, but she is certainly a force to be reckoned with.
She walks with a proud, unfaltering step and speaks with the cruelest of tongues. Every inch of her rose from the ashes of a burning clan, bleeding weakness and reshaping with a core of pure strength. She falters for no one, not even her own kin.

Devourer is an ex-fire clan wolf and a former beta; a descendant of Sunstriss the Usurper. He was murdered; and she had a hand in it, but never speaks about anything she had to do with him. She was apart of his inner circle and betrayed him for his downfall. Her original plan was to leave the forests all together. [context]

Whyyy did Celestica chose her: after Sunstriss killed Lightless; his mate; he realized Delta couldnt be the wolf to stand up to him and his regime. It needed to be someone who knew the enemy. Fear for his clan and packmates drove him to chose Devourer, who saw this as an opportunity to gain power.

She's aware of the fact that the title of Darlings' mate is often in competition with other femes who have become aware of his power and hope to draw on his divine influence for themselves and their bloodlines, but Darling seems completely oblivious. A pacifist, he will fulfill his suitors wants and return to Devourer's side at the end of the day. Devourer doesn't hold it against him, however she is prone to hunting and killing she-wolf outsiders who she believes or has found to be vying for her mate's company.

idk why i spent so much fucking money on her i shoulda just waited
lmao you a girl now bitch
girlypop evil who's only nice for her husband (Darling)
darling & devourer <3
technically the "real" heir but because her husband is making me bank i need him alive longer