riviere - topographic name for someone who lived by the bank of a river or shore of a lake, from old french. rivière 'river', 'shore'.
lore (incomplete)
born as curious and inquisitive as any other pup, riviere came into this world with a penchant for adventure rivaled only by the forefathers of the pack she called family. trailing closely in their pawprints, she found the promises of exploration and excitement with the rise of every new sun. riviere was the smallest of her trio of siblings, but what she lacked in stature she more than compensated for in personality and ambition. her dreams of aging gracefully and earning her way to the head of her pack may erred away from the side of realism, but reality never barred this little one's imaginative exploits.
as a yearling, riviere was under the watchful eye of her mentor when a cautious and normally routine patrol turned dreadful. the duo were scaling the outer ring of territory, their footing a bit too unsteady when it came to the peak of a rocky cliff. one moment, her mentor is scent marking one of the pack's marker shrubs, and the next, the rubble underneath riviere's paws gave way, sending the young wolf plummeting to what surely should've been her rocky demise.
instead, by some unforseen act of grace, riviere did not succumb to her wounds. she awoke to gentle waves lapping at the tips of her toes, serenaded by the siren song of rushing water. when she gathered the strength to rise to her feet, not only was she clueless as to how she traversed so far, but she couldn't recognize the figure staring back at her from the water's surface.
the reflection felt vaguely similar, a far-off call in her distant memory, disconnected from the ache of her sore bones. but she could not put a name to the face, despite it being her own. a nasty, still oozing gash split her temple, painting the soft hairs of her forehead crimson. a head wound, no doubt responsible for the acute case of amnesia.
how can one return home when the mere concept is foreign? there was nowhere for riviere to call back on, no memory of who she was or how she even arrived at this riverbed. the best she could recall was a hazy, spectral fog, blanketing her in warmth and weight. a soothing voice, the language unfamiliar on her tongue, yet still reassuring and kind. guiding her, helping her relocate to somewhere safe and secure.
but it isn't home. home has no settlement in her mind, the word barren and devoid of meaning.
so, she does what she does best - she survives. she carves out a small radius of land around the aptly named rogue river, claiming it as her own, taking in runaways and strays of all ages and backgrounds. unbeknownst to her, she accomplishes what her puppyhood self had always yearned for.
riviere becomes the guiding force to her own pack.
future changes
customizer - 28 gc
selene applicator - ??
total: ~28 gc
original appearance
6 heats left
next heat - 1yr 10m
