Biography
「❂Foxglove☽ lets a pup bat at their tail.
❂Foxglove rolls on their back submissively next to 「☼Sigyn☽.
Boarded by Honeyglaze for a while. She will never forget the kind hospitality thank you! ><
Foxglove sunk to the ground, gnawing idly on her paw. It wasn't fair. Why her? Why did the world hate her? Why didn't her former pack keep her so she could prove to them? Regretful, she pressed her muzzle into the ground. All the wolves in her pack were preparing for the night, rearranging their sleeping spots and grooming each other. The horizon was a milky yellow, ringed with blue around it. Too pretty for ever. Stumbling to her paws, she trotted away as the moon began to rise and the sky darkened..
*Craaaaack*
Her eyes flashed open from her half crouch in front of the river. In the moonlight stood the muscular alpha, her gray coat seeming silver in the dark. With a snarl, the alpha launched herself at the young wolf, narrowly missing her head and pushing her into the jagged rock. Foxglove emitted a high-pitched yelp before pawing desperately at the air. ``You have no place here``, North snarled, placing her paw on her neck, fangs aimed for her throat. The omega shuddered and pressed further into the rock, feeling a warm liquid ooze out of her nicked ear, which had been scarred from her attempt to capture a crow from a tree and impress the alpha as a young pup.
``I didn't do anything wrong!``, Foxglove gasped.
That earned a hard nip on her other, untouched ear.
``I have a right to kill you if you keep showing pathetic weakness``
Foxglove whimpered. The alpha released her only for a second before sinking her claws lightly into her hind leg and shoving her roughly so her backside was halfway into the rushing stream. She felt more blood, although it wasn't serious enough to be something to be worried about. ``Prove your place and stop feeling bad for yourself!`` There was no sign of pity in the powerful alpha's voice as she turned, allowed her to slip in the water and turned to slowly walk away, her pace slow.
Because of North, she was able to put herself back together.
And because of her death, she vowed to serve her pack until death, just like the alpha had.
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| Personality
"a heart stained in anger grows weak and grows bitter."
Once, when she was younger, Foxglove saw the world differently. Every one of her packmates were her only family, her protectors, her best friends, her everything. She was concealed to her own individuality and was willing to do anything to prove her worth for her pack. She was happy.
Then her mother, from her birth pack died.
Sadness. Guilt. Betrayal. And worse.. anger.
Foxglove slacked out of her duties and frequently lost her temper. She could not stop herself from being easily provoked and acting out in violence. The other wolves began to see her as a menace, the useless angry wolf in the midst of the pack. They wouldn't exile her from the pack, sure, but they had already hardened her once sweet demure from their memory. Now, to them, she was a monster. Her uncalled ferocity made her seem emotionless, but in the inside she broke down. Struggling from the trauma as well as trust. This caked her in a frozen shell of bitterness. For a while, Foxglove suffered until a newer member of the pack, Rhea helped her up. She immediately began to half way kill herself to make up for her actions. Few wolves never forgave her, and for some relationships that began to blossom before had withered and were too long gone. She fell behind the pack and struggled to catch up. Again, Rhea tried to help, but failed. Again, she turned stone cold, this time only moping. Eventually, it grew too much. North, the alpha attacked her, almost killed her, and then told her to prove that she deserved a place. That was enough. After that, the young wolf began to fight her way to the ranks, distracting herself long enough. She found happiness in life, close friends, her mate, Rhea, and respect. Because of this, she matured and began to forgive. The events turned Foxglove into a spitfire, stubborn, stern, and fierce. Very flirtatious, playful to her friends and deadly to enemies.
Preferences
A quote from a random bot, "Definition of 'alone'
What you're not. Although it may seem like there is nobody there [who cares] about you, who is like you, or can be a friend to you, there is someone [miles] and miles away who would like to [be there] with you if they knew you were calling.
This is a message to all of the lonely and [depressed people] out there on their computers, reading definitions of words they're feeling in hopes to find some comfort, if only for a short while. Regardless of whether you're reading this in five weeks or in five years, and regardless of whether I'm still [browsing] this site regularly or dead in a [car crash], just know that tonight, I was feeling very lonely, crying out for you.
You're not alone. I'm not alone. We're not alone."
You can never truly forget, but you can move on with life.
became rhea's mate- april 14 of 2019
Will be given memorial.
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