..Liberté or Death..

[Liberté]

..Post Log..

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[o] needs reply
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[04. 02. 07.] [o] Birth by Water
[04. 03. 07.] [o] Par Caçar Est Como Viver
[04. 03. 07.] [x] Carpe Diem

..Archive..

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[09. 03. 06.] If Dreams Came True
Incomplete. Ajax/Xenos and Ritsuka came upon the traveling Damien and Liberté.
[09. 06. 06.] Dream of Fire
Incomplete. Damien and Liberté were supposed to have fun at a mysterious Fire Festival.
[09. 07. 06.] [where will the evening lead me]
Incomplete. Damien and Liberté wearily traveled along the river.
[03. 28. 07.] Pale Sole e Pala Lune
Complete. Næñuma and Liberté met along the banks at night. Liberté asked Næñuma to become her new traveling companion, as well as teacher of the common-tongue. They plan to hunt.

..Tallies..

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[/size]Aquaintences: Five
----Friends: Two ( Damien , Næñuma, Lilith )
----Enemies: Two ( Rousaline, Rien )
---Other: Two ( Roee Mekiv, Ajax/Xenos )
Relationships: None
----Mutual: Zero ( -- )
----Other: Zero ( -- )
Fights: None
----Wins: Zero ( -- )
----Losses: Zero ( -- )
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[Liberté]

..Description..

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My name is Liberté.
Meaning "Freedom" or "liberty" in French.
Say it Lee-ber-tay with a french accent.
I am a femme.

Eyes are golden yellow in a pretty, almond-shape. They look upon the world brightly and with youthful expectantance, although they can also be merciless, just, and dauntless.
Pelt is greyscale; a natrual collage of silvers, darks, and lights. It is also sleek and well kept, with onyx dousing her plushy tail and bushy ears. Her nose and pawpads are a rich chocolate instead of the common black or pink, due to her esteemed family trait.
Build is average and almost dainty, but not too beautiful or eye catching. Neither attractive nor ugly, her body serves its purpose in the hunt and through her many travels. She carries her flocculent tail high and proudly, and even when she's not being spoken to, her ears are lifted high and attentive.
Speech seems confident, even unnervingly so, and projected, not loud. Also sounds like a young boy and rarely indugles in howling or other musical sorts of sound. She rarely growls or snarls, and rather snap a mean comment to the offender.
Thoughts are quick and constant. She's got a sharp mind for justice, equality, and will be heard. Her belief in freedom, as her name may give away, is strong and everlasting.

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[Liberté]

..Biography..

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Mother: Diuleu Lunette
Father: Silvain du Soliel
Littermates: Axelle de Blanche, Marcel (deceased)
Other siblings: Lucien (deceased), Mallory
(deceased), Margaux(deceased), Musetta(deceased),
Sinclair du Soliel, Diuleu Lucielle
Significant Other(s): none
Litters: none
Past Packmates: L'arc en Ciel (deceased),
Moi dix Mois(deceased), Les Rallizes Denudes
(deceased), La Sadies (deceased), Diesel
(deceased), Gilles, Baroque, Orquesta de la Luz,
Oblivion Dust

Past Packs: Soliel from birth to thirteen months.
Kerl from thirteen months to present.
Past Ranks: Alpha pup of Soliel.
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[Liberté]

..Memoirs..

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Childhood...

I t began once upon a frigid October evening, with an early snow flurry whizzing lazily across the Soliel pack territory. A small litter of three was born to the alphas of these lands: the fair she-wolf, Diuleu Lunette, and the one she had been betrothed to, Silvain du Soliel. It was a fair sized group of pups this time around, seeing as the splash of land they lived off of was just that -- a tiny droplet, not too rich with prey, especially in the light of their neighbors, Adelie de Poitou. With but a trio of new mouths to feed, the current pack of eight could manage, as the other "poor" clans around them did. So within the coming autumn and winter months, the puppies succeeded in life, and were given their first names by family tradition. There was a single boy: Marcel, and two faes: Axelle and Liberté.

As expected, the winter was growing harsher each morn, and prey was so very scarce in their patch of territory. With envy only suppressed by respect, the lower-middleclass Soliel looked across their borders to the Adelie de Poitou, whom were the royalty of the European wolf territories, dining on feasts of venison and hare. Soon after, Marcel was taken by starvation, while his young sisters were still trying to grasp the concept of life, death, and the beyond. Not only had the same fate taken other pack members, being Lucien, Mallory, and Moi dix Mois. It was then that Liberté’s personality diverged from her sister’s. She was no longer star-struck by the alleged ‘royalty’ of the Poitou line... Liberté would not whisper of the unfairness like a humble cub from a humble pack, like the others; she spoke her mind as soon as she could form words on her tongue.

A hapless plea...

S pringtime was unusually pleasant that year. Axelle and Liberté were well on their way to their first year, when they would be given their second name; and the rest of the pack was flushed with pride. With Axelle’s studious, soft-spoken nature, she was put under the care of Orquestra de la Luz, the female beta and storyteller of the Soliel pack. The two survivors of Silvain du Soliel and Diuleu Lunette’s previous litter, were already in training to carry on the pack’s meager excuse for a legacy. The femme, Diuleu Lucielle, was to be given away to another pack in hopes for a treaty with them, while Sinclair du Soliel, the male and beta, was hoped to be the next alpha while serving as Liberté's mentor. Sinclair, respectively, was also Liberté’s closest friend. He was someone she could trust to understand her hatred of Adelie de Poitou, and possibly put some sort of emancipation into action. So she shared her deepest hopes for the Soliel pack with him, but in earnest, he only saw them as cubbish pipe-dreams.

Foolishly, Sinclair du Soliel praised Liberté’s plots for uprising. And each time he did so, he began to notice that she took her thoughts outside of their heart-to-hearts and brought them to other pack members. Indeed, Liberté was growing bolder by each waking moment, and her crazy rebellion ideas flourished into plans that could really be used with much success! She was proving that she had not only a heart for freedom, but a mind for war strategy. Then one pack meeting, word arrived that the rival Poitou wolves were getting their lines picked off, and Liberté went rabid. Of course, she was the only one in the entirety of the world that thought their pack could be on equal standing with the Poitou wolves.

The next morning, bright and filled with the crisp breeze, Liberté, trotted off to her parents’ den. Sinclair had promised to prepare them with her ideas, since a small, inexperienced female wouldn’t be given the same attention a firstborn son would. Then when she bustled into her parents’ conversation, her assertive stance caught them off guard as much as her appearance seemed to. Had Sinclair not told them? she wondered while she explained her revolt against Adelie de Poitou to the leaders. It became apparent that they hadn’t even heard of asking Poitou for land, let alone supported the rude notion. Poitou was gracious for letting such low class hunt near them, they snapped at her, confusion wearing their old muzzles like wrinkles.

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Outrage...

N eedless to say, Liberté was not the only wolf taken up in a fury. The Soliel alphas were utterly floored at her idea, since it wasn't their place at all to challenge Adiel de Poitou royalties! But still, Liberté was drenched in the fires of anger. Her highly regarded brother, Sinclair, gave his word to her, and as simply as a blade of grass, he had bent his truths under paw. In the eyes of other wolves, these actions may have been easily forgiven and a tale to laugh at when they grew older; the only problem was, Liberté was not other wolves. Her every being stood for the truth, the justice, and the freedom that not only Poitou, but her own brother, was keeping from her. In a passionate display of her feelings, Liberté stormed to the edge of the territories. She wanted time to mull over a plan -- a plan to lift her voice and be heard.

Back to the dens, Silvain du Soliel and Diuleu Lunette held conference with the betas, Sinclair du Soliel and Axelle’s mentor, Orquestra de la Luz. They soon confirmed that it would be in their best interests to nip Liberté’s problem in the bud; or to be more precise, have Sinclair uphold his domination with a firm bite. In addition to putting the irrational pup in place, Sinclair was ordered to force her into vowing her individual alliance to Adelie de Poitou. Knowing of his pupil's favorite hidout, he padded out for her with a mouth full of worry.

When the two converged, their eyes resting in confirmation with one another, Liberté had not a moment to express herself, for her elder brother had driven himself into a tangent. He barked of her embarrassing behavior, of how she made him look irresponsible in front of the entire pack. Then when he had cursed her with every curse and snapped the breath from him, he used his teeth to tell her he disapproved, and to make her apologize for stepping out of place. During this, Liberté never let her eyes stray from his, and she found herself short of something to say for the first time in her entire existence. And at the last moment, as Sinclair was leading her back to the dens so that she may grovel for forgiveness, she found her voice.

She told him many things; and she said them in the calmest, most mature way that her voice could scrape up. As easily as winter ice melts under the sun, she told Sinclair du Soliel that he was a spineless coward. A stupid, not to mention pathetic, excuse for an heir. He was unfit for a leader if he couldn’t even handle his younger sister, whom didn’t even possess her second name yet. And speak of names-- they were silly! A pitiable attempt to look royal by using fancy names. Well suited for a disgraceful pack anyway… she wouldn’t take up a name, she said. Scratch that! She wouldn’t need to. Liberté was leaving. In the same way Sinclair had bent the blade of honesty, she would snapped him and the Soliel pack's 'good name' with her words, proving her strength and their weakness.


This will be updated and revised later, since I've kind of worn myself out with it. :[

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