Zephyr

Zephyr, the Revenant.
First lead and creator of Kenopsia, and beloved wife of Opehlia.
Zephyr is a wolf of many secrets. To outsiders she's enigmatic and hard to read. She seems to know more than she lets on, easily hiding behind a knowing grin and dismissing their questions and concerns with a flick of her tail. Its hard to get a word out of her when she wants to keep something to herself and its even harder trying to get her to crack the calm, charming facade she keeps on. Those who know her well would tell you she's ambitious, stubborn, and protective of those she loves. She's loyal to her pack, willing to do anything to keep them safe.


Before Kenopsia.
The pack was dying. Food was scarce after the flood forced them to leave their home. Valor promised they'd find somewhere safe soon. Follow the stars, Valor told them, follow the stars and Ursa will answer.

What a lie. She knew Ursa had left them a long time ago. She knew there was no one watching over them now. She was sure Valor knew that too, even if he didn't want to admit it.

Zephyr's eyes narrowed as she watched the wolf in front of her lead the pack through the mountains. If he could feel her piercing glare on his pelt, he didn't show it, adamantly staring ahead as she sped up to walk by his side.

"Valor-"

"No." He cut her off quickly, flashing his own glare at the she-wolf before returning his focus to the path in front of them. "I'm not discussing this with you anymore, Zephyr. I've already made my decision."

"You're going to kill them all. You know that, don't you?" She whispered, her pace slowing slightly before abruptly jolting forward to block his path, teeth bared in a quiet snarl. "We both know no good will come from this! Haven't we lost enough already? Are you really prepared to have more blood on your paws?"

Valor's hackles raised, claws lightly digging into the ground as he shut his eyes tight in an attempt to regain his composure. '"You and I both know I don't have a choice." He murmured quietly after a moment of silence, his gaze refusing to meet hers as the group of wolves following came to a stop behind them. A quiet chatter settled among the crowd behind them, voices wondering why they had stopped, if they were taking shelter for the night, and if they had finally made it to their destination.

"Theres always a choice, Valor." Zephyr growled, no longer keeping her voice quiet to avoid alerting the pack. The wolves quieted, curious to hear what was going on between the leader and his confidant.

"Get out of my way." Valor snapped, roughly shoving past her and continuing down the trail. There was a long moment of hesitance before the pack continued on their way as Zephyr stood in place and watched him go.

If Valor wanted to pretend like Ursa was still there, then she'd let him. Their god was gone and there was no point in helping someone who was already so far in denial.

She left the pack that morning, promising to find them someone who would watch over them. Someone who wouldn't abandon them so easily.

June 9th, year 4.
She had finally met the wolf Ophelia found today. He was a slender wolf, shorter than her but not small, with a pelt as white as snow and with eyes the colour of cherry blossoms. She hadn't seen a wolf like this in so long, not since she was a pup.

She sat patiently as he told her his story, ignoring the overwhelming presence of Orith leaning over her shoulder and the dull pain that crept up her back as they both listened intently. She could tell from the look on Seal's face that he could feel Orith in the den, even if he didn't realize it. She would have apologized if not for the feeling of claws sinking into her back.

He spoke of how they saw him as a 'gift' and of the marriage his former leader put them through. He told her how the guilt just kept eating away at him until he couldn't take it anymore. He spoke of them with a bitter tone, and she couldn't blame him. While she did not agree with him leaving the pregnant she-wolf behind, she could understand why he fled from his former pack.

It was only when the white wolf fell silent that Orith had finally become bored and left to who knows where. Even now, the trickster was still a mystery to her.

She stayed silent for a while, eyes closing in relief now that the pain that came with Orith's presence finally eased away. When she opened them Seal's own gaze was back to his paws, guilt clear in his eyes as he waited for the lead wolf's response.

She let out a sigh and stood, walking closer to brush her tail along his side in an attempt at comfort. "You will face no judgement here." She offered a kind smile, watching as he stared up at her in surprise, as if he had been expecting her to chase him out of their camp. "Kenopsia is no stranger to wolves running from their past. You are free to come and go as you please."

June 17th, year 5. The death of Traveller.
The sky was painted with the orange and purple of the morning when Cinder had woken her from her slumber and announced Traveller's passing. The news had shaken her and left her feeling numb and empty.

The apothecary guided her down to the back of the hideaway where the older wolf's body rested before gesturing to the bundles of flowers that lay by his side next to the small puddle in the den. They were forget-me-nots and clovers, flowers that Kenopsia used as offerings of remembrance and luck. She had seen Valor use them when his own confidant had passed away and followed his paw-steps with Cinder when Seeker joined the stars.

"I'll leave you be." Cinder whispered, gently bumping her head into the lead wolf's neck in a comforting gesture before turning to wake and usher any sleeping wolves out of the den.

Now alone, the full weight of the situation fell upon her and she felt her whole body tremble before collapsing by his side with a choked sob. Traveller had been her greatest friend.. He was an older brother to her and wherever you saw one, the other was never far behind.

She stayed like that for a while, nose pressed into his fur and whispering out tearful apologies, oblivious to the unsettling presence filling the room until it spoke.

"Two down, seven to go~" A cruel voice crooned in the back of her head. She didn't need to turn around to know that Orith was towering over her, a too-wide smirk stretched across the beast's muzzle.

"Go away." She whispered out through gritted teeth, claws digging into the dirt in a poor attempt to stop her trembling. Why did he have to show up now? Couldn't he give her a moment to mourn?!

No. Of course he couldn't.

"You have no right getting mad at me, little breeze. It's no one's fault but your own. After all, it was you who cursed them, was it not?"

The silence was deafening. No answer came from Zephyr as she brought the flowers by Traveller's side to her paws and began to decorate his fur in preparation for the burial.

July 1st, year 5. Death of Watcher.
She had been called to her side in the early moments of the morning. She would have gone to go get the apothecary and fetch her son Eos, but Watcher had shook her head and beckoned the younger wolf forward. "Please.. don't wake them. Let them sleep, spare them from the pain for just a little while longer, for me." She had told her, a weak smile on her muzzle.

The old she-wolf's head gently slumped against her shoulder once Zephyr had laid by her side. It was only then that she realized just how fragile her former mentor looked, pelt sunken into her bones and eyes heavy with exhaustion. They spoke in hushed whispers during the quiet of the morning, watching as the sun cast its golden glow on the snow covered land.

"You'll take care of him, won't you?" The old she-wolf asked, her tone softer than Zephyr had ever heard it before. Her chest heaved with each breath she took before she continued to speak. "Eos.. Watch over him, please? He's.. He's stubborn."

"Like you?"

"Exactly like me." Watcher grinned, a wheezy laugh rumbling in her chest. "He keeps to himself.. Doesn't talk much and doesn't like to cause a fuss. He needs someone like you watchin' over him."

"He's a good kid.. I promise you I'll protect him with my life." She whispered out quietly before a slight smile made its way back to her face. "I've been watching over his training. I have no doubts he'll do amazingly in your pawsteps. You have a lot to be proud of, my friend."

She was only met with a heartbreaking silence. It was only then that she realized she could no longer hear the wheezing sound of her friend's breathing.

"Watcher..?"

"She's gone." Orith's voice cuts through the silence like a knife, his presence leaving a heavy weight on her shoulders as a bitter coldness seeps into Zephyr's pelt. "Six to go."

July 3rd, year 6.
This had to be some kind of sick joke.

Zephyr bounded into the leader's den, claws scraping across the ground as she skidded to a halt. "WHERE ARE YOU?!" She snarled out into the cave, not caring if the wolves outside could hear her scream. Her eyes frantically searched the den for any signs of the cursed creature that could barely be called a wolf. He kept himself hidden from her, but even now she could still feel his stare boring into her pelt and burning her skin. "FACE ME YOU COWARD!"

A quiet hum sounded from behind her and she whipped around to face him, nearly stumbling on her paws when he appeared much closer than she expected. "Y-You're sick. You cursed them, you-"

"I did no such thing." Orith cut her off, patient eyes settled onto the she-wolf. "They were born weak, given an unfair disadvantage from the moment they were born. It is not my fault nature wished to be cruel."

"Liar." She spat, "That.. Thing.. looks just like you! You can't tell me you had nothing to do with that!"

"If you will not listen to reason, there is no point in this conversation." He spat, muzzle wrinkled in a snarl before he shook his pelt and faded back into the shadows.


"Where.. Where are you going?" Zephyr called out, eyes frantically searching through the den. "Come back here and show yourself, you wretched-"

"Zephyr..? What's going on?" A voice spoke quietly from the entranceway. [Continued on Lull's bio.]

August 19th, year 7. The death of Lull.
It was eerily silent the morning she received news of the old guardian's passing. Neither the wind nor the morning birds made a sound. It was too quiet, too still.

She had hid away in her den since Lull's confrontation, whispering to herself and to Somber about how, in her mind, he betrayed her. She hadn't spoken to either the guardian or his mate since. Really, she hadn't spoken to anyone besides the apothecary and her daughter, Keres.

She said nothing as Somber and Lull's mate, Tracker, gave her the news. She kept her back turned to them, her gaze resting on the marks scratched along the cave wall. Whatever attempts at a conversation were met with silence until Tracker finally broke down and snarled at the lead wolf, calling her cruel and asking if she really didn't care that he was gone.

"Of course I don't. He was a traitor." Came her cold reply, her eyes never leaving the wall where the dark beast stared back at her with his sharp fire-like eyes. She found herself doing that often now a days.. Staring at Orith as if she were locked in place. As if she were still trying to figure out the rules of whatever game the cruel god was trying to play.

It was only when Tracker stormed out of the den and Somber followed her with a sigh, that Orith finally spoke up. "Five to go."

August 22nd, year 7. The death of Ophelia.
TBA