OOC - FORGIVE the shitty photo, I just wanted to get this post up!

She was not like other wolves and never would be by her own estimation. Growing up, she had been shunned by the other pups in her pack. They had called her names that saddened her and hurt her. ‘Faggot!’ ‘Freak of nature!’ ‘Lezbo!’ ‘Plague!’ ‘Abomination!’ ‘Homo!’ Each night she cried to her parents, or rather, parent. After learning of Halina’s so-called “affliction”, her mother had shut down, believing that she had caused her daughter to be “broken”, and had essentially disappeared from Halina’s life. Sure, she was there physically, but her mind was broken, destroyed. She was no longer a real varg and she only survived because Halina’s father had forced her to eat. As said, each night when she was a pup, Halina would cry and sob to her father, and ask him what was wrong with her. He would insist nothing, and once she grew old enough and large enough, he taught her a new way. One day, he had had enough of her complaints.

Halina, just barely a teenager, stumbles into her father’s den, one side of her face torn open with claw marks. “Daddy can we just leave! Everyone hates me, and something is wrong with me! Why am I even alive! I’m broken, I’m wrong, I’m…” Her words are cut off as he slaps her across the face, daggers exposed, mirroring the wounds on the other side of her face. Her sobs abruptly stop, for never before has her father struck her. Calmly, he begins to clean her wounds, both those afflicted by the hateful young of the pack and by his own paw. His vocals are deep and soothing, but no longer are they soft and pitying. Now they are strong. Instructing. Halina, we will not leave. As I have told you, there is nothing wrong with you – you are who you are, and that is all there is to it. I have struck you so that you are not scarred by hate, but marked as strong. These marks shall forevermore represent your strength and the end of the fear that you have felt for so long. Now stand up. Your training begins today. For the next month, he worked her hard each day, making her strong and quick. Not another wolf saw her while she was under training, but her first day back was when finally, her wounds had healed fully as scars. As before, the others attacked her with words and weapons but to their shock, she fought back and beat them all, wounding each one across the cheek, marking them as shameful, hateful wusses. They had attacked her in a group. She had fought them off by herself. By the time she left her pack, she had the respect of every one and feared no one.

These lands were new to her, and a new start was what she wanted. Not because of painful memories or hate… for none of that bothered her any more. She cared for nothing else. She was looking for another like her to share her life with… and was looking for pups. At the bottom of her list, but the first to be accomplished, she was looking for a pack, a strong one in which they would recognize her strengths and look past the thing that everyone had faulted her for – her sexuality.

As she approached the border of Abendrot, the pack that her father had spoken of, she smirked… it was time to see if it was all her father had spoken of. Especially strong. Howling, she called for a ranked wolf to come greet her before lowering her haunches to the earth, her black plume wrapping around her legs. Sitting up stiffly and proudly, scars marked either side of her face, shining like silver.

OOC- None :3