Draconic History
Vendrussel was born within north, a unique culture of Draghoda wolves, individuals who believed they were descendants of dragons. Long ago it was said the dragons ruled the land, but they struggled to adapt as the world changed. Soon it began to reject them, their existence was growing rarer by the days, and they knew they had to evolve to survive. Coming across a group of wolves within the north, these dragons were taught how to intermingle with their kind, and vice versa taught them of their own origins. Eventually these famed dragons lost their prowess, their flight, their scales, and even the breath that gave them strength. They learned to mimic, become solely like a wolf — though it's said their blood flows strongly among their kind to this day. If one were to listen closely, there are rumors on the wind, that some dragons are still mixed within the crowd, unseen and unheard, waiting for their moment to return.
They are wolves who believe strongly that their history came from dragons, and often refer to them as The Ancients, or the Old Dragons, even Guardians for some. There are a handful of them that are valued and remembered through history, similar to a Deity, but not exactly a God. They act like guardians to the world and a safety net for the next life or even afterlife, many who stride and pray to as well so they can harness the strength those individuals possess, for each dragon rules within their own domain. They helped create the world that once was, before it had rejected them.
Draghoda wolves are strengthened by the cold winds and harsh seas, they pride themselves through body and soul who believe in their own strength and the bonds that they create. Often fearless, even reckless due to the confidence they hold, however it can be said they are rather rational, but maybe even cold. They were raised and taught that survival to their own and to those who are close to them is a priority. A Draghoda wolf's loyalty and even a debt is one for eternity, they do not take these bonds lightly. They try to raise their descendants with honor, pride, strength, and trust to their fellow members and friends.
As they highly value skills within themselves, there are a few special individuals that rise above, and many who try to follow 'The Path of the Dragon,' a trade secret to those of this origin. It is said those who follow this path fear no death, for they are entrusted with reincarnation by the very dragons they worship. Even more fearsome when they find their destined partner, through and through — between the two who master their skills, they become top trade-wolves of this origin.
Vendruseel was born within the same land, though she was the Heda's daughter, the leader of the Draghoda. When children reach a certain age, they are often forced off a steep cliff, and dive into the sea. It's to test their fortitude and strength, and whether they are chosen and worthy to continue on their lineage. If one struggles, no adult comes to help, and they will perish as so. She survived, but remembers the few that did not alongside her, some that were even related. She does not talk about siblings, whether there were some or not, almost feeling it's forbidden, and a topic that will not be responded to. She talks little about her family, even her parents.
There was a time where there was a war due to the barbarism that the Draghoda held. They wanted to prove their strength by conquest, however a unique group came through and managed to pursue them. They had the dragon-wolves remember of few they worship that value harmony, where even a festival is made within her honor, and memory of what not to repeat. Because of that they held a closer bond with that particular group, and even more grew to mingle with the rest of their neighbors. They were originally a very secluded group within the north, but eventually forced many of their kin to learn the various native languages to mingle appropriately. Not only they knew their own unique language, they were able to learn Norwegian, Russian & English. Once a Draghoda wolf is set on something, nothing will change that, including fixing mistakes they made. They are stubborn, but they are even more stubborn to prove themselves through those mishaps. They are honor bound.
In the end though, they continued their harsh training within, secrets of what they do and how so many perished along the way. Those who survived through the original dive were then set forth wanting to reach what was thought a nirvana, an pinnacle of where they are truly one with themselves, body and soul ; where the blood of the dragons truly resonate inside them. It was the dream for any Draghoda wolf, and they would risk death to achieve this.
Vendrussel was no different, she was raised as a warrior and a huntress, aiming for the same path. Yet at the back of her mind she always doubted the nature of not her culture, but how Væarheda sharpened it. There was a day though, where she thought the stars were moving, but it was all a dream. A dream that she believes was prophesied, where a dragon lurked in the waters and called for her, a call to the wilds.
So she set out, finding her own destiny. Her own way about the Draghoda.