Her Story
Célnes Déorwine grew up within Kingslend, wolves who prayed to the High Elk and was hostile to anyone that wasn't them, and weren't their colors. Deep shades of brown was the pinnacle of their culture, and the closest representation to the High Elk and the following of the religion. She grew up though with absent parents, alongside her now lost brother and two younger kin. Her father was one of the sons from the current, though now previous King, whom still did not have a heir, as in truth none of his young were worthy, and he was hoping that his grandchildren were. Yet her father continued hoping, trying to gain the title of Crowned Prince, but in return neglected his family and his wife, who sought elsewhere. Rumors surfaced of her rather unusual and deep relationship with her brother, who sometimes took it upon himself to discipline her young, but in reality it was just venting his anger.
As she continued growing, her relationship with the High Elk developed into a complexion, a jealousy ensuing because so many would pray and devote their whole life to Him, and yet she struggled to maintain a relationship. Envy to what she could not have in return. At one point she had a lover, and yet broke it off growing sick of his devotion to their Patron, although her love for him was very little in the first place. She did not see it lasting when the man was similar to her father. She grew very close to her brother, where the two understood each other like no other, and took it upon themselves to raise their younger siblings.
She could be counted as relatively popular in Kingslend, someone who regarded all as 'cousins' regardless of the coloring they presented. Yet she always kept everyone by a thin wall, never allowing anyone to get closer, as she really saw it was herself, and her brother against the world. They eventually had even discovered their mothers secret together, whom had a rather dirty affair with the same brother who cursed them so. The two united to his death, and promptly buried to no one suspicion ; well, one had that, but he kept to himself. Though he always looked at them in disgust, and even more after his brother disappeared. Célnes's mother mourned, but her father still did not comfort, and neither did her children.
Eventually though, the land was set ablaze. No one knew what had occurred, but those of Kingslend scattered and fled, far and wide. She watched both her father and mother burn alive, but made no attempts to help them. Rather, there was some sick pleasure in knowing how all was ending, and the evidence of whatever she done is also gone, but she didn't dwell on it further, as she was also injured. She reunited with her brother and the two settled in a nearby pack to recover.
The pack of Whitebark Stream though did not look at them fondly, despite the leader taking them in with a pity. The rest looked at the pair of siblings in suspicion, and they were right. Once the two were relatively healed and even found more of the Déorwine, they eventually left. Yet something tugged at the back of her mind, where she returned to the pack by the stream, only to find out they had dispersed due to a flooding. The leaders had disappeared, but Célnes.. Invited the rest to join her on the hunt for a new home. Some accepted, some didn't.
They found a land along with many of her cousins and siblings, though many dispersed eventually. They took upon the Kingslend name once again as their namesake, becoming the second of so. At the time she referred to herself as a 'King,' as the custom of the previous Kingslend were all leaders were dubbed as so, while the mates were called as Queens. Her cousin Calhoun, was dubbed as a Baron for discovering their new land, although it did not come without troubles. The neighboring pack was met with hostility, calling them inbred hicks and looked at them in disgust. They didn't have further relations until the discovery of eventually the same pack disappeared, much to Kingslend's delight.
They continued have troubles, and Célnes was slowly becoming infamous for what her family deemed as 'heretic' ways. A night even brought the murder of her cousin Rohesia, who challenged so as she did not enjoy how Célnes was running. In the midst of the night her and her brother committed this act, and continued onwards. Such sins didn't stop, as eventually she tried to introduce a man of white to the pack, however he ended up running away with a lover of sorts. Her resentment grew.. Though a guard she was suspiciously growing close to was whispering in her ear, how Calhoun was in the thoughts of an uprising, which no one truly knew if it was the case. Like Rohesia however, she and her brother took up arms.
Irony hit though, for the night they committed murder, was the night they also died. Stabbed the horns of a white elk.
Eventually she woke up, a new land, but without many of her family, including her beloved brother. Though Célnes was quick to reclaim what she believed was rightfully hers, and the formation of Elkshire soon begun. A relationship with the neighboring warlord Wrath begun at play, a quiet relationship to further their own. Slowly her footing was gained, and the title of Queen was taken.
Time went on, and she even had a litter of eight with the Warlord. Both for the sake of strengthening their bond as allies, and furthering her desire for loyalists to herself. It did not come without heartache though, as trouble never seemed to cease. Her brood was not as perfect as she wanted, some being painted in the more unholy hues, and later many would take decisioned paths she frowned upon. Soon, a cousin who grew mad and toyed with death a bit too much had fled in the night with many members after a spat with Célnes, he was one of the first to hold a true bounty. With so much upon her head, she was slowly growing more lenient with the coloration of sins because of her young, and yet time and time again, those with the supposed color, always seemed to betray her.
Eventually she had a late-night affair that resulted into her second litter which resulted of four pups, and all but one were marked with undesirable colors. Her neglect over them was rather ambient as she strengthened bonds with neighboring groups and sending others out to spread the word of Elkshire. Even her first young would also continue to leave, where she could not stop some of their blasphmery, and others she had given up. Her favorite though was the Crowned Heir, Warwick. The eldest, and the one who looked like her the most, save for his citrine-tinted eyes.
Though one day, everyone just.. Disappeared, including her. Though she will return, and rebuild her kingdom under the name of Elkshire once again.