Red

Name:Red| Gender:Female| BioStatus:Omega| SocialStatus: #3-Subordinate| Scent:Almond&Cinnamon Sugar| Other Info-Congenital Anosmia (No sense of smell)

( The Present)

 Hello there I'm Red. I was a devoted hunter and I'm no longer directionally challenged. Here in the heavens, my birth defect can't hinder me. Owl is my loving mate. On the earthly plain, we connected in a very special way and it still shows. Even with the occasional clash due to our Bio and Social Status' not lining up in the traditional way, he is my mate and I will always love him deeply. 

(The Past)

 She knew leaving the den was a bad idea. Rose, Rock, and Rich had been adamant about finding the rendezvous spot, because they were 'big pups' now! Red though they were full of themselves, they were one and a half months old and the grownups were still discouraging that kind of behavior. Unfortunately, by the power of peer pressure, she had been tempted to run after her dumb, older siblings. That had been the first mistake. As the runt of the litter, Red had a hard time keeping up with her siblings. Not only were they bigger and stronger, but they had all of their senses. Once again she cursed the thing at the end of her muzzle, using the strong, grownup words mother always yelled at them for using. Red's mad dash to catch up with her kin came to a standstill, she listened to the sounds around her, desperately trying to pickup Rock's heavy pawsteps or Rose's dainty, light bouncing gait. Nothing. Absolutely no sign of her siblings at all. It was then that panic started to take hold. Well if she couldn't find them she would just turn around and wait in the den. Yeah. That was a good plan, just turn and walk back the way she came. Nothing too hard, easy peasy. 

 That was two and a half years ago. How she's survived this long is a complete mystery. Wandering from Biome to Biome, dodging contact with anything that wasn't already long past dead. She scavenged from other predators kills, eating the 'freshest looking' meat and bones only, in an attempt to avoid illness. Living like a coyote or a fox, the only kind of life a disabled wolf can really get out here. Red had been wandering as she reflected on what her life had become, one paw in front of the other, paying little attention to her surroundings. The sharp snap of a bear trap was completely unexpected. As Red knew she was done for, wolves never come out of these things in one piece and if they did the were plagued by infection or down a limb. To lose a leg would be to lose her life. The gods must hate her, was having no sense of smell not crippling enough? The sharp barks of hounds filled her ears, judging by their calls they were eager to rip someone apart. Red closed her eyes, a failed attempt to keep in the tears that threatened to fall.

 Warmth and comfort greeted her as she opened her eyes. The crackling of the fire was soothing, but wait? Why was their fire in the great beyond? As the world came in to focus, the sharp stinging in her right leg became apparent. Her whines of distress drew her captors to her. A large human, pink and flabby, with dark fur and a raccoon skin on it's head approached her, three floppy eared dogs trailing behind it. Red let out a pitiful warning growl, though really her heart wasn't in it, this was the moment where the beast would command it's slaves to rip her apart. She soon would be nothing more than a scrap of fur to signify it's victory. As It's strange, misshapen paw reached out toward her, she once again shut her eyes, this time in pure terror. After a few seconds she felt an odd, but familiar sensation, stroking. Not unlike how her mothers grooming used to feel. Cracking an eye open rewarded her with an odd, but gentle looking smile and a few cautious scritches behind her ears. After she had calmed, the dogs were more than happy to play interpreter for their master, slowly filling Red in on how she wound up in their den.Apparently, there had been a group of hunters in their territory killing all kinds of creatures solely for sport, using cruel traps and false creature calls to lure unsuspecting prey. She had unfortunately found one of their traps and gained a nasty wound and a badly broken bone. Their master was doing all he could to help, but he was no healer. Red pondered these things as the human wrapped her leg in fresh cloth and stiff sticks. Maybe this was some kind of destiny, a disabled wolf falling in to the paws of man. Maybe this would be okay for her, she could act very dog-like If she was in the right mood and being fat and lazy in front of a fire sounded like pure bliss.

 Three months later found Red mostly healed and part of the pack. Hunting was a lot easier when you had someone else to sniff out prey and kill it! All she ever had to do was chase and master took care of the rest. The way she could move you'd almost never be able to tell how mangled her leg was just a few months back. She could run and hunt just fine, she was in good condition for release, but she didn't want to leave. This was her pack now, she was happy here, no one ever picked on her and she actually had chance for a real life. There was only one thing that could make her even happier. Thomas was the alpha dog, so naturally she went to ask him if it was a possibility. Thomas wagged his tail and told her that he and Julia were already happily bonded, however their pup had come of age not too long ago. It was a difficult dance to say the least, Phillip was much smaller than her, but once they'd worked out the physics, the delicate process of mating came naturally. It took the entire duration of her heat for her to fall pregnant, not that she was complaining, Phillip was a very attentive mate. She was benched from the hunt and well nested as soon as master noticed, she only got the best cuts of meat and lots of love from both master and the hounds. Finally, after what seemed like an extended pregnancy, her pups were born. Tiny and helpless, with fuzzy coats of brownish-grey, cream, and white. Their ears would most likely stay floppy, maybe being able to raise a few inches to help catch sound, but not much more. They were adorable, and beautiful, and perfect, and above all they were hers. She wouldn't trade this moment for the world.

 The hunters had returned, this time with reinforcements. Not only had they doubled their numbers, but they brought humans in strange, brightly colored cloth. The humans with the shiny stars on their chests, made master especially nervous as he stepped outside to talk with them. Julia and Phillip did their best to translate, telling her when her name came up, along with keywords like, wolf, dangerous, law, and Kill. Red watched as masters body language became tensed as the conversation grew hostile. Thomas, who had been outside with master, darted back in the house, immediately warning her to leave. Red drew back in shock. Leave? Just after her pups were born? Not likely. Feeling a growl rise up in her throat, she prepared to fight for her pups. Luck however had never been on her side. Those monsters burst in to their home, swiftly killing her pups, still blind and deaf and helpless in their basket. Her mate was killed just for trying to protecting them.

 Those monsters chased her for miles upon miles, until they had grew bored of the chase. In a matter of days she had lost everything, her pack, her pups, and her territory. Red had hit rock bottom. Tired and heartbroken, she decided to flop down on a bed pine needles and stay there. Something would come by eventually and make a meal out of her remains. That something, just happened to be an alpha wolf named Darcy and luckily for Red, a collector of broken things.