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Mate: Fengari Daimonas
Offspring: Kreven

Mother: Silsone Viza Xciven (Maiden name: Tiventi) | Dead
Father: Xclen Vince Xciven | Dead
Older brothers: Felrhir (dead), Xeno (dead), Vince (unknown), Heglet (dead), Ivolq (dead), Hensive (Assumed dead), and Clazer (dead)
Sisters: Killed by Xclen.

Birth Pack: Clishen Valley
Current pack: Siven
Ranking: Viloslin, alpha female.

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    Xclen never gave up, snapping at the young female who always did her best, wanting to impress the father who never loved her. Volteza spent hours a day training from the minute she could walk, she spent fights gaining a sick blood lust that started feeding off her own emotions and registering them behind thick walls due to the mistreatment she received from her ‘pack’. The only thing keeping her sane was a pup-hood friend she obtained, Aqryx, who was older than her.

    As time passed, the now adolescent Volteza was a force to be reckoned with; she killed on command not thinking about the other she was sent to kill (blood lust warped her brain), she was silent on her feet, her temper broke in quick seconds. All of these things stemmed from the lashings, beat downs, and cruelty from the other wolves she was so determined to impress to become one of them, when in all reality she was turning herself into a flesh hungry monster.

    All hell broke loose one day, while Volteza was an older adolescent. Xclen cam into the den fuming, instantly going after Volteza; the two fought until Silsone came and broke them apart with the help of a few brothers. After violent words between the broken family were crackling the air, Xclen launched at Silsone, Volteza trying to rip him away but it was too late. By the time Volteza had ripped into her own father’s spine, Silsone was limp and growing cold on the ground. That was the breaking point for the young female. Some where in that time range, she finished off killing her already wounded father, while also being ravaged and helped by her other brothers. Felrhir, Xeno, Vince, Heglet were trying to keep her alive while Ivolq, Hensive, and Clazer were trying to slaughter their little sister.

    Hours of violence passed, blood loss took Volt and she dropped. Felrhir took her far away with Xeno. Vince and Heglet held off the three younger brothers, having to kill Clazer in the process. When the young female came to, she was being looked over by a medical wolf named Sasay, a female from the pack of Siven. Dazed, confused, and broken, Volteza just laid there as the older female fixed what she could. It wasn’t for days that Volteza regained herself to get up.

    Coming out of the den, she was greeted by many new sights and sounds, and a large brute walking her way. Instinctively she was ready to fight, but friendly words stopped her.

    “I am glad you are alright. A strange wolf dropped you by our borders and left; what happened to you?” He seemed so nice, was he not here to rip her apart like everyone else in her life?

    “Who are you?” Harsh words ripped from the young female snout.

    “No need to be violent, dear. I am Esridge, the Viloslin of the Siven Wolves. Who are you, where is you family?”

    “I’m Volteza… And they’re all either dead or back at that worthless pack,” she growled.

    “Well, dear, I give you the opportunity to join Siven, come with me.” He smiled, which confused Volt. She attempted the action herself, an awkward toothy smile wrinkling her snout. “Have you never smiled before?” The male laughed turning and walking. Huffing, Volteza followed, tail slightly waving to warn others, ears slightly perked, deathly glare staring at others.

    Esridge showed Volteza this whole new way of life. She watched as pups, male and female, played together like it was normal. Female were respected like the males. It was all so new, so confusing. Esridge took Volteza in, telling her she needed a ‘proper father’ after she told him her story. And, since his mate could not produce offspring, this left Volteza as the only heir to lead after him and his mate.

    She was trained new things, in a whole new manner. This life calmed down the now young adult, some of her walls cracking but staying strong as she live amongst these wolves. She still never smiled, and she tended to distance herself to observe and watch instead.

    But one day, the hell returned to Volteza's life. A horrid disease struck the pack, killing the elders, most pups, and the two wolves that took in Volteza as their only daughter. Once more broken, Volteza didn’t leave the grave of the two Viloslin for weeks, until a guard came and asked her what to do now.

    “What do you mean?” Her voice fell flat as she looked to the larger brute.

    “Volteza, you are the new Viloslin. Esridge left the pack to you when he adopted you. We need you, Volt.” The brute stared at the small female as she rose to her paws.

    She knew she was needed. She knew she’d have to suck it up. More barriers built their way around Volteza as she headed back to camp.
   
    “What now?” The male repeated his question as he followed.

    “Get healthy wolves to hunt, the weaker ones need food. We must help out family; they need us.” She said, going back to the first place she could ever call home.


    Currently, having found Fengari and now having their first born son, Kreven, Volteza leads the pack with all the knowledge she has. But with new terrors running about the lands, Volt has to learn more about these hairless beings in order to protect her family, the family she has know to become Siven.

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Personality

    Main: Short fused and easy to piss off; usually strict and harsh, unafraid to punish one for their wrong doing; bi-polar issues make it hard to pinpoint the female's exact mood; always in a horrid mood unless around family/good friends; cuddly with pack mates; extremely protective

    Sometimes: Laid back; cuddly; soft spoken and kind hearted

    Her bite is worse than her bark. She is almost always in a bad mood, and unwilling to change that, unless in one of her random ‘happy’ moods; a smile from this dame is hard to come across. Near friends or relatives she actually likes, she can be caring and loving, though even sometimes she can be a bitch to them as well.

 - After Kreven was born, her maternal instincts have learned to take control more often, causing for a more caring, loving side from the normally cruel and set back dame.


Extra

    Her voice is smooth and song-like; though always hold the register of anger, or just a more stern tone. She has a weird obsession with brushing her fur and keeping it perfectly soft and neat. Most think her size, appearance, and the way she sounds, makes her ‘innocent’, or weak, though this is all miss-leading, and ends some in the ground. This dame is a trained killer, and ready to protect her pack and family with her life.

    Volt has grown a slight obsession with chewing on shoes and taking them from humans. c:

Scent: Warm Vanilla Sugar



Shoe count
Stolen: 6
Given: 3

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