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Lead Healer
Age :
5 Years
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Within the harsh snow and ridden forestry, a nervous Delta male paced outside the walls of the caretaker's den, waiting and frantically walking back and forth as he waited for the news to be brought. When he had just to begin to think she had not made it, one of the head Caretakers slowly emerges from the darkness and welcomes him in with a warm smile to see the litter of one laying at his mate's side. It was their first, but not of the last that were soon to come in the future they prayed. The pup was female, and held the looks of his own, aside from her mother's harvest amber hues and small body, she was a spitting image of her father alone. When introduced to the pack, they took her under their wing and brought the fae their blessings of welcome, and soon enough putting her into immediate training at Apprenticing age. Being the Deltas, they taught her at first paw how to fight and survive, and when she was put at the pack's attention of what she liked to do most in, she proved her greatest abilities in Healing over all. Her name was Cliche, unknown of the reason behind it, besides the likeness it brought to some's attention. Strikingly beautiful she seemed, but she was best described as a sly fae, easy on the eyes, but more or less a fox-like wolf when it came to small talk.

At the age nearing two, a terrible case of diseases spread throughout the lands and as the weather climates shifted, so did the position of the wolves within their pack. Lost in a blizzard, they parted unintentionally, and Cliche was forced into never seeing her other packmates again. Their Alphas being the few that were with them, lead the other wolves, as well as her, to be put in the state to rank further up so they'd have someone to lead. Thankfully, the Elites took hold and led them to safety. Cliche and the rest worried furiously to heal wounded and the sick as they prepared for more to occur, and at last, it resided to spring a whole another month later. More and more wolves would join, and soon they flourished into a wonderful pack like they once were again. A healer, much older and wiser than she mentored the younger fae until she reached eligible age, taking on the amounts of herbs and what-nots to heal perfectly by herself. She is now more of the independent type, but when things are too tight to judge or complain, she worries of nothing else but to get the job done correctly.

When time slowly moved along, a wild-fire struck up in the summer, scorching the fields easily with one strike until it caught onto wood. It spread rapidly, and Cliche and the rest were left with no other choice but to run like the wolves they were. Running away, she suddenly heard the cries of a mere pup, howling and whining to be freed as she discovered it was caught underneath a small branch. Quickly, the Healer removed it and grabbed the offspring before another ablazed branch could drop upon them. She panted, sprinting this time with the pup's burned scruff between her teeth. A gasp screamed from her mouth as a huge tree fell over in her path, flying up ashes to burn in her eyes, whipping her head away so she could soon see, but tripping over something short to loose hold of the pup. It screamed when it hit the ground, and Cliche got to her feet, widening her eyes in fear and horror as the small wolf fell into the fire and went up in flames. Before she could do anything else or shriek, the fae broke out of her revery and shook her head, howling on her way out of the fire, where she then began to start her long journey to shelter.

When coming upon the lands of Age, she discovered a pack known as Erenyx, a group of mysterious and vicious wolves that follow beneath the command of Steele - their Alpha. Cliche was not entirely thrilled with his requirements and rules, but she pushed passed those things and focused on what really mattered; a home. She had managed to work her way into becoming one of their strongest healers, and even found a welcoming home for herself as well as many friends to be proud of at her side. In the mists of all things, she fell in love. Ah yes, the tales of two strange souls coming together to what she had believed would be fate within that fogged mountain-side. His name held an everlasting sweetness to her tongue - Tye. She fell madly for him, and doesn't regret a second wasted from her duties to spend with him. When she had accidentally confessed her feelings to him, they had become mutual, and fell madly for each other while the madness around the couple continued amongst others. They've over-come many obstacles, and luckily with time, her beloved was granted the position of a strong leading warrior within Erenyx. Unfortunately, the tables of luck soon switched at the attention of forced breeding and the typical rumor of hesitation amongst couples that wished to be with their partners for eternity. Steele had made the plan to breed his own genes first before allowing the fae to mate with the male she chose, only to wait another year until the pups of the Alpha were strong enough to make another litter for their own family. Cliche apposed this idea, and sadly Tye and her were put on hold, even if it meant forever.

As winter broke suddenly into the air, the pack was abruptly brought to the attention of a deadly howl. in which the followed into the clearing, only to find a long line of blood for them to find and then a foreign brute standing over their arrogant leader's body. Steele was still breathing by the time the mender had reached to the display before everyone else asides the Alpha's only standing first son, Samael. She didn't pay so much attention as to whom this male was, but only smiled at the life of her leader finally ending. Cliche told the foreign brute with green eyes and dark fur to kill him, meanwhile the crowd became bigger, and the loyalty given was certainly shown. No one helped this male's life, and the healer held no surprise. He deserved to die, and fate had planned it for him that day, as well as happiness for the wolves of Erenyx alone. They granted their services to the new leader that claimed his name to be Teren, a former leader to a pack of his own long ago, as well as the Elite male of his previous pack (MW). Wolves of all colors and sizes, even of all superior ranks praised the death of Steele together as one - all but of with the exception of Steele's son and to be mate, Kayusha, whom held a new hatred for Cliche considering the situation. But she did not worry over this female; instead she smiled and celebrated with the rest to their new lives filled with freedom. And then she looked to her mate with the most loving pair of eyes and gave him all the affection he could ever need from her. Forever was to be a long time, but she knew they'd make the best of it as long as they were together.

Their story was just beginning...
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Elite Tye
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