Post by Sabine on May 18, 2020 0:08:54 GMT -6
OOC
Name: Set
Years RPing: A master never shares his secrets of success...
Slot Used: 3/4
How You Found Us: CTW
General
Name: Sabine | Akuji "The One who is Dead and Awake"
Birthday: May 26th, 2018 (2 years old)
Gender: Female
Species: Red Wolf
Physical
Height: 32 inches
Weight: 75 pounds
Coat Color: Red, brown, black, white
Eye Color: Right eye green, left eye blue.
Purchased Items: Odd eyes
Inherited Items: N/A
Litter: N/A
Health Issues: Inbreeding Genetics
Other Information: Sabine was previously owned by humans, first as a pet then as a piece of meat to throw in a fighting ring. She is an unwilling, in denial Sadomasochist. One side of her is relentless, will fight and kill until she either passes out or dies female while the other side is an extremely sweet, loving, docile and obedient - deeply traumatized and terrified female.
Mental
Mental Stability: Insane ~ Borderline DID
History: Humans are the true masters of the world, they make and break everything they touch...
Or at least they are to Sabine. There is a voice inside her that fears them more than anything else in the entire world, and is why her own kind will never truly own her - for she has already been claimed.
But naturally, Sabine had her very first beginning within a small family pack of humble red wolves. Wolves, already warring against the face of extinction and at the mercy of human scientists.
Coyotes were introduced to Sabine's pack, in her first weeks of life. Growing up, she didn't truly see the difference between coyotes and wolves other than the size. Not until Celyn's father became one of her first and most powerful memories of torture. Because from the second she met Celyn, she hated his father. Every yelp, howl, whimper, whine and cry of pain the bastard dredged from her sweet Celyn - a dark seed prospered inside of Sabine. They were pups that learned the harsh consequences of human interference with nature.
Celyn's father hated him, Sabine's parents felt bad for him but it was not their place to intervene they always told her when she came to them crying and begging them to make Celyn's father stop. Resentment burned in the females chest towards her parents but at the same time she struggled with the dark bitter emotions raging on inside of her because she loved her parents, they were kind and warm, loving and gentle. When she and Celyn were with her parents. Life was perfect. But if they so happened to fall under Celyn's father's craw, the little bubbles of perfection were shattered. Sweet, beautiful Celyn took the brunt of his father's rage and it was only when he passed out that Sabine would face him. Bark at him with words of how cruel and despicable he was.
It made no difference, he didn't stop and in fact he was a poison to her family and the pack. He had been big for a coyote and spread nothing but bitterness and hatred through the pack. A pack already in turmoil from it's decaying bloodline. They were wolves beaten and broken - losing their spirit and the coyotes whom were led by Celyn's father. They were hardier because coyotes have to think harder, faster, better than wolves to survive. It was an atrocity.
Celyn's father gave the newly developing pack a life of ambition and budding ferocity.
And so, Sabine and Celyn found themselves between a rock and a hard place. They were troublemakers, ambitious themselves in their own way - trying to survive in a crumbling pack. A pack who took their frustrations out on Celyn because of his father making his way towards a skewed leadership of the pack.
Growing up, the two were inseparable and depended on each other for sanity and survival. They were the only ones who gave each other care and affection. Cleaned each other's wounds. Licked away the tears. And Sabine was okay with that, because as long as she had Celyn she could ignore the dark rose that has rooted itself in the rotted flesh of her heart.
Whether better or worse, Celyn's father led the pack to disease. The humans intervened once more, trying to fix what they broke in the first place.
Celyn was taken right in front of her by the humans and she had chased them as they roared away on the back of some horrible beast that kicked up dirt in her eyes. She howled for him, wailed for him until Celyn's father found her. She couldn't tell if he was sick of not for he was muttering and talking to himself. He'd been that way since the first three coyote wolf pups of his died. Sabine was sure he'd lost his mind.
Or at least they are to Sabine. There is a voice inside her that fears them more than anything else in the entire world, and is why her own kind will never truly own her - for she has already been claimed.
But naturally, Sabine had her very first beginning within a small family pack of humble red wolves. Wolves, already warring against the face of extinction and at the mercy of human scientists.
Coyotes were introduced to Sabine's pack, in her first weeks of life. Growing up, she didn't truly see the difference between coyotes and wolves other than the size. Not until Celyn's father became one of her first and most powerful memories of torture. Because from the second she met Celyn, she hated his father. Every yelp, howl, whimper, whine and cry of pain the bastard dredged from her sweet Celyn - a dark seed prospered inside of Sabine. They were pups that learned the harsh consequences of human interference with nature.
Celyn's father hated him, Sabine's parents felt bad for him but it was not their place to intervene they always told her when she came to them crying and begging them to make Celyn's father stop. Resentment burned in the females chest towards her parents but at the same time she struggled with the dark bitter emotions raging on inside of her because she loved her parents, they were kind and warm, loving and gentle. When she and Celyn were with her parents. Life was perfect. But if they so happened to fall under Celyn's father's craw, the little bubbles of perfection were shattered. Sweet, beautiful Celyn took the brunt of his father's rage and it was only when he passed out that Sabine would face him. Bark at him with words of how cruel and despicable he was.
It made no difference, he didn't stop and in fact he was a poison to her family and the pack. He had been big for a coyote and spread nothing but bitterness and hatred through the pack. A pack already in turmoil from it's decaying bloodline. They were wolves beaten and broken - losing their spirit and the coyotes whom were led by Celyn's father. They were hardier because coyotes have to think harder, faster, better than wolves to survive. It was an atrocity.
Celyn's father gave the newly developing pack a life of ambition and budding ferocity.
And so, Sabine and Celyn found themselves between a rock and a hard place. They were troublemakers, ambitious themselves in their own way - trying to survive in a crumbling pack. A pack who took their frustrations out on Celyn because of his father making his way towards a skewed leadership of the pack.
Growing up, the two were inseparable and depended on each other for sanity and survival. They were the only ones who gave each other care and affection. Cleaned each other's wounds. Licked away the tears. And Sabine was okay with that, because as long as she had Celyn she could ignore the dark rose that has rooted itself in the rotted flesh of her heart.
Whether better or worse, Celyn's father led the pack to disease. The humans intervened once more, trying to fix what they broke in the first place.
Celyn was taken right in front of her by the humans and she had chased them as they roared away on the back of some horrible beast that kicked up dirt in her eyes. She howled for him, wailed for him until Celyn's father found her. She couldn't tell if he was sick of not for he was muttering and talking to himself. He'd been that way since the first three coyote wolf pups of his died. Sabine was sure he'd lost his mind.
And of course he decided to yell at her for crying like a whelp for Celyn whom he hoped was dead. Sabine couldn't take one more syllable out of his maw. She barreled into him at a full lunge, snarling viciously. The fight was horrible, she wasn't as battle worn as Celyn as he got the worse of the abuse, but her heart was broken from Celyn being taken.
By morning, in the rising sunlight stood Sabine. Celyn's father dead at her paws. She was trembling, barely standing over the body of the male she's hated all her life.
She didn't even feel the needle that put her into darkness.
She woke to strange noises that were somehow pleasing. Not knowing what music was. A blonde woman was treating her wounds and humming quietly. Sabine had lifted her head with a whine, the woman was startled a little but Sabine had just stared at her with sad mourning eyes. Celyn was gone. She was alone. All alone without the one creature who gave her meaning to live.
Sabine became Rosemarie, the scientist had lied to her superiors, saying that number 0A3212 had died. Sabine was taken to a whole new world of those large massive snarling beasts and other two legged creatures like the woman who was so kind to her and gave her snacks that while not as good as rabbits, was tasty enough.
It was a safe place for Sabine to loathe her secret. The bundle in her stomach. She became a house pet, the woman lived in some wonderful mountains. She had a large place to explore. She slept inside out of the weather. She was pet, stroke, rubbed in a way that was enormously pleasing. The woman was safe. She was kind. She reminded Sabine of Celyn.
She tried to help Sabine with the birth by making this strange attempt at a den. Sabine appreciated it but became moody and stopped going inside when called. The woman tried to give her space as she knew that the young wolf was truly a wild creature.
Sabine had her pups in secret, having jumped the fence on the woman's property and fled into the woods.
She wailed for Celyn, body shaking from strain. She snarled her hatred for everything that had happened to her, raved at the memories of Celyn's father. Cried for her parents, for the human - but she had gone deep into the woods and within a cave.
And she gave birth to six pups, four males and two females. Coywolves.
The had been beautiful and ugly, perfect and wrong.
Sabine dreaded the cold feeling in her chest.
She hated them.
She was found by a man and his hunting companion, killing her pups. Amused and fascinated, the two men beat her with the butt of their guns till she passed out. The bagged her pups.
Because they were illegal dog fighters. Well, any canine animal they could get their hands on or sometimes African animals like hyenas.
What Sabine woke to, was a new role in life as a fighter wolf. Her training was having the dead bodies of her pups throw at her or rubbed into her face whiles he was held down by rope or chain.
She didn't know it, but the men had recorded puppy sounds from real pups, which made her believe that her pups had come back to haunt her.
Oh the humans broke her, she relished the opportunity to fight her fears and horrors away. Physical pain became a refuge from the memories, the feelings inside of her.
The only happiness were the hallucinations of Celyn soothing her and talking to her gently and killing her enemy in the ring.
Becoming a champion of illegal pit fighting, her owners decided to pit her against a wolverine someone had caught and shoved into the caged ring against her.
She won, but only within an inch of her life and her muzzle nearly torn off.
But won she did and the owners were going to take her to America for bigger money.
But a storm washed cargo off of the ship they were sailing on to America and Sabine washed up on shore.
She was extremely confused by her new world, healed fortunately from the fight with the wolverine for the most part - she wandered. No humans, which was surreal to her. She was used to all the machinery of human homes. She was used to their language, she knew a bit of it - enough of it to know when she was being talked to and what she was being told to do. But it was all gone. She was alone, again but this time utterly and completely.
Sabine had a breakdown on the beach. Baying and howling till throat cracked. Howling for Celyn and begging him to come and calm her down, be with her, soothe her like he used to when they were younger. She attacked any prey she could get her jaws on. Mangled it even after it was dead. She became upset enough that she bit at rocks and trees. Senselessly wandering and babbling to herself about her past. Argued at her male humans, not caring they didn't understand her.
At the moment, Sabine has no idea that her beloved brother is here but is unconsciously searching for him.
Personality: Sabine typically comes off as timid but sweet. A she-wolf who just keeps to herself and likes to make people happy. She is affectionate and extremely loving. This is 'default' Sabine. This Sabine is a wolf who would do anything for someone she adores and cares about which at her core is really only Celyn. But her fracturing mind has a mask of a loving female who would like make a good mate to a good male and be a good mother to sweet pups. The truth of it is, it's almost dog like. Her loyalty, her friendliness and if you discover her need for praise. You'll realize she is very obedient. So much so she whines for more chances to preen and perform at the pleasure of her 'owner'.
The other side of her that slips through is cruel and a sadomasochist with a sadist preference. It's not the pain that she likes so much as the feeling of another creatures life fading from the terrified eyes, draining out of the twitching, bleeding body. She has night terrors, she has triggers. She's cold, unforgiving and difficult to socialize with in this state unless you are Celyn whom she is monstrously possessive of. In this state she loathes domineering males and struggles with authority as her other side wants to crawl on its belly like a bitch in heat and just please everyone. She wants to be in control, needs to win, to succeed. The only praise she wants is for being strong. Unbeatable.
Sabine is fracturing into two wolves, and one of three things is going to happen. Either one of those sides is going to kill the other one. She'll develop an entirely new identity she won't remember, or she'll become whole and transform into something better or worse than what she is now.
The other side of her that slips through is cruel and a sadomasochist with a sadist preference. It's not the pain that she likes so much as the feeling of another creatures life fading from the terrified eyes, draining out of the twitching, bleeding body. She has night terrors, she has triggers. She's cold, unforgiving and difficult to socialize with in this state unless you are Celyn whom she is monstrously possessive of. In this state she loathes domineering males and struggles with authority as her other side wants to crawl on its belly like a bitch in heat and just please everyone. She wants to be in control, needs to win, to succeed. The only praise she wants is for being strong. Unbeatable.
Sabine is fracturing into two wolves, and one of three things is going to happen. Either one of those sides is going to kill the other one. She'll develop an entirely new identity she won't remember, or she'll become whole and transform into something better or worse than what she is now.
Image:
Valkyrie 
93 | 
