Nyx - Rogue

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Name: Her Highness Lady Nyx XVIII of Fos
Age: Five.
Gender: Female.
Pack: Loner.
Rank: None.

Description: Lady Nyx is a confident wolfess. She is royalty, she is talented, and she is respected; why shouldn't she carry herself that way? Her dark fur is layered over her body, but her face is made almost completely of whites and grays save for the bridge of her nose. The woman has smoldering orange eyes, that ebb and glow depending on her mood and the situation. She's a tall girl, almost the exact same height as her brother if not a touch shorter due to her being female. Her tail is completely black, and although bushy it isn't any longer than your average wolf's. Her back and stomach are completely black as well; her chest and legs are grey, layered with a bit of white.

Personality: Nyx is a cold girl. She's not one that often shows mercy, she's not forgiving and she doesn't forget. She's quick to anger, snapping at those that push her buttons, demanding of those that are too short with her. Yes, there is a lot of time where the dark female is cross, especially after her brother's betrayal.

Still, no matter her flare, she is a regal woman. Nyx will listen to those that have the gall to comment, she will plan and consider and use whatever she can to gain both strength and understanding in her decisions. She was not a Queen for no reason, she is smart, and along with her ability to plan and articulate, the creature can fight. Almost thought to be unbeatable, Nyx will proudly challenge anyone that opposes her - and win.

The wolfess can be compassionate, taking into consideration those that can not fight, those with quieter voices. She does not make a decision without taking the weak into account as well. The best thing to do with the weak is to make them feel safe, and nine times out of ten that is exactly what Nyx will do. Whether a pup or a wayward stranger, she will not leave them without nothing. A quick kill or a push in the right direction is all someone really needs. No matter how soft her heart may be at times, she will not pick up another's problems for them. In most cases, after one has had that push or that much needed talk; they have to carry on themselves.

History: A sensitive creature, Lady Nyx was honestly hurt by his revolt, and it was in a final act of mercy that she allowed her sibling to live. Many looked down on her after that, thought that she was a coward, that she didn't have the mentality to rule anything if she could not rid the world of a traitor; but she would not answer to their questions, would not respond to their goading.

And slowly, the society forgot about the traitorous prince. She ascended Fos's throne and made good use of it. The woman cared for her pack mates, and did everything she could to ensure their safety. Trying times called for smart decisions, scuffles were fought at the borders but it was never anything that she or her warriors could not handle. During her two year reign, things were surprisingly peaceful. Feeling toward her brother slowly grew colder, until every thought she had toward him was followed by a frigid hatred.

From the council came the wolf that she would fall for. Love, was not something that the Queen believed that she needed, but she had found it. Her advisor was her most trusted friend, and the male that helped her through the beginnings of her ruling. He was two years older than she, and nearing elder status; but he was healthy and although scarred after being a well seasoned warrior, he was handsome. She was ready to make the new heirs with him, a family, something that she could call her own. The Queen felt almost as if this was a weakness, but knew that she was getting old, and if she wanted to teach her children everything that she knew that the time had come for them to come into the world.

It was misfortunant, that things became so bad so quickly. A cold drought fell upon the northern lands. It killed the grass beneath the ice and snow, destroyed everything in it's path. When spring came, there was nothing... and when the heat hit during the summer there was still nothing. The pack was growing weak, the council suggested moving, and the society was growing into a frenzied panic. With the lands around them belonging to other kingdoms, there was no way for them to care for each other here or close by. The pack was forced to disband.

Queen Nyx was then simply Nyx, and her mate left to start a new life with Fos dwindling into a memory. She was forced to say goodbye to the life that she wanted so badly to start and begin again.