Adair {UPDATE:3/13/07}

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Name || Adair
Nickname || Ada
Pronunciation || Ah-dare
Age || 1.5 Years (18 months)
Gender || Fae
Species || Canis Lupus Lupus, Eurasian Wolf or “Common Wolf”

Appearance || With a medium build, Adair possesses long, gangly legs, and though she’s thin she has plenty of lean muscle. This youngling’s posture is held fairly upright, though she knows her place around her elders.

Ocular | Bright and shiny her eyes have a unique, hazel, or brown-green color. Somewhat like the color of slightly muddy pond water.
Pelage | Creamy white undercoat, covers her thin bodice. Intricate splotches and markings of brown and deep gray can be found on the bridge of her nose, a diamond on her forehead (brown), tail, all four paws (left hind for it is gray), and the arrows and dashes around her hazel eyes.

Height || 14.5 inches tall.
Length || 3.5 feet.
Weight || 50 pounds.

Scarring | None as of yet.

Personality || Adair is a gentle soul. She would much rather chase butterflies than start a fight. She’s highly agreeable, but isn’t afraid to voice her own opinions. She may seem stand-offish at first, but if given the chance to grow she will take any opportunity to create friends given. However she isn’t above getting angry, and if something truly upsets her she won’t fight to keep it within. Of course, she may have an ‘unhealthy’ admiration for Balkan Varg that sets these traits awry.

Vocalize | Alto vocals that occasionally drip with sarcasm, though can mostly be found bright and joyful.
Position | She’s a highly neutral character.

History || Like anyone, Adair has had ups and she’s had downs. Lucky for her they’ve all been quite mild. She hasn’t been through any traumatic experiences, her entire family is not extinct, and she isn’t some valley or hick wolf either. Her life has been filled with balance and influences from her parents as well as wanderers. She is young, with little experience and brash behaviors… This is her story…

The world was changing colors. All the green had become red, gold, and the beautiful hues and colors that came with autumn. It was a cool day in the woods, not far from the Transylvanian territories. A large two-hue Dragga paced outside a small opening in the ground, the pack gathered around him. They watched Kael as he growled and grumbled with distress and whined at the entrance. It had gotten severely quite since Eden, his beloved mate, had previously been crying in the pain that came with birthing. He didn’t know what he would do if his pups would end up being her demise. She’d hadn’t eaten much during the gestation period.

A yelp could soon be heard, splitting through the stilled cool air, shortly followed by a large chorus of laughter. Eden chuckled to herself, as she’d emerged, the white and gray femme had watched her mate take a startled leap backwards, only to trip over a fallen branch and tumble back down the small hill into the nearby pond where she was supplied with water for when she would need it. “Kael, you’re so jumpy today, come, follow me now dear.” As she turned he stood and shook off his now sopping wet pelt. Droplets of water splayed over onto his betas and the Sikla of the pack. He grinned at them as if to say daring them to laugh again.

He followed Eden into the den, her gray striped tail was all that he could see in the darkness of the small tunnel. Kael’s brown, cream, and gray patched fur was touched on almost all sides, his large frame hardly fit inside the den, though Eden had plenty of room to stretch. Soon it began to open, though if he were to stand at full height he would bump his head on the ceiling of roots and ground. He craned his neck as Eden settled herself around a bundle of pups, one was all tawny with a little bit of black on it’s muzzle, he was the largest pup. “Wake up my darlings, say hello to your father.” Eden said, and as soon as the cubs had heard her voice they all sprung to life. Whining and yipping like young pups will, each searching for mother’s milk.

“Darling, they’re so beautiful.” Kael said, admiring the four younglings. He looked over each individual, the largest didn’t just have black on his muzzle, but he had a creamy white tail and little flecks of gray. He was reminded of pebbles in dirt. The next was a much smaller cub, a silver hued fae that squirmed and shrieked as another pup crawled over her, this one was mostly cream colored, with arrows and stripes like her bother, but a combination of their colors. The last wasn’t moving much, he was afraid that the final cub might be dead. It was a black male. He had a fine, sleek build, even for a cub it was clear that he could grow up to be a fine Dragga one day. “What shall we name them, Eden?”

“Vale, for the largest male, after my grandfather.”

“He does look a lot like old Vale, doesn’t he. All that pudge and no where to put it.”

“Oh, Kael, stop.” Eden chuckled.

“How about, for the white one… Why not name her Adair, for the great oak trees that grow in her home, so that she won’t ever forget where she came from?”

“That’s a fine name. Adair. Yes, and the other we shall name Rae.”

“Wonderful, but what about that one. Is he…?”

“Is he… what, Kael?”

“Dead? He’s not moving or making any sounds.”

“Konen, is fine.”

“Konen?”

“Yes, Konen, is something wrong with that name?”

“It’s my mother’s.”

“I always questioned her…”

“Eden…” Kael grumbled in exasperation.

“I think it’s a wonderful boy’s name. The fact that it’s your mother’s shouldn’t matter. We’re honoring her after all.”

“I suppose you’re right.” He murmured, nuzzling his mate lovingly. “They’re beautiful my dove, simply beautiful.”


Time passed, and winter was soon upon the Mutare (or metamorphosis) pack. The family had grown since the four young cubs were added, and on this eve of the full moon, a celebration was in order for a successful kill of caribou.

“Aha! This feast courtesy of Brindle, Lily, and Frek. For it was these three that brought the beast down in the midst of the herd’s stampede!” Kael barked gleefully, glorifying the young golden Sikla, Brindle, and his two silver cohorts Frek and Lily. This night was particularly special, for it was the night that Rae, Adair, Konen, and Vale would get their first taste of fresh meat. “Well done you three, because of you our pack will be fed and continue to live on!”

He bumped heads with Brindle approvingly, glad that the Sikla was trying his hardest to please the pack and earn his right to live with them. Other than Brindle the only wolf that wasn’t related to either Eden of Kael in any way was Chris, the pack’s storyteller. Frek and Lily were both healers, there was only three warriors, a burly rust-hued brute who was sitting off to the side near the mouth of the cave that was their den, his name was Nickel (he was Eden’s older brother). Nickel’s cousins Rosie and Posey, both white and silver Varg, were the other two, they were sitting together beside Chris, flirting like they always do.

Though the pack had no Nurse and no scouts they all did their part. If Eden felt that she needed to get some fresh air, or needed water, either Frek, Lily or Chris would stay with the pups.

Lily growled at Rosie and Posey, Chris and Lily were the pack’s betas and also mates. But that had never stopped the two faes before. “Let us revel in this moment!” Kael went on, padding over to the four cubs, two of which were rolling around on the ground. Vale, the pudgy tawny male was wrestling with a very unwilling Konen. He didn’t like to play fight, his bright green eyes shined with malice as he sunk his teeth into his brother’s paw. Vale yelped as he pulled his paw away and limped off to sulk at Eden’s tummy. “My children, come over here, take your first taste of meat, enjoy and never forget that you too are Putnar! You are to grow and become, yourselves, great masters of the skills of hunting.”

Eden cleaned Vale’s paw for him and nudged him forward. He followed after Rae, who he’d never really talked to much. Adair was between her and Konen. The cub carefully approached the large, unmoving figure of the caribou. They could smell it’s blood, and Konen found the creature’s great head. He stared into it’s glassy eyes and back away slowly. Almost as though he didn’t want to eat. “Konen, come eat with us!” Adair chirped brightly, she always did like her brother, he was very interesting to talk with. He would tell her stories of the Balkar wolves, stories that he’d learned from Kael. Though where Kael spoke of how treacherous they were, Konen glorified their feats;

“...And the Balkan wolves surrounded the bandit, their ivory fangs glinting in the moonlight. And as they pulled back, the lowly bandit wished for mercy. ‘You have come against the Night Hunters, and so you shall pay the full price.’ Said the Lacan snarled, saliva oozing from his jowl. That was the order, and soon his blood was spilled messily upon the freshly fallen snow”

“Dear brother, is that true?” Adair asked, her eyes gleaming. “Did the Balkar really get rid of that horrid thief?”

“That’s right Adair, father told me. He told me that they tore out his throat as if he were but a plump and juicy hare.”

“That’s amazing! Balkar are so admirable!”

But when confronted with life itself, Konen had always been more gentle, if not a little on the aggravated side. He often found Vale’s antic to be a means of pestering, and was sometimes far too serious about little jokes, he’d scolded Adair many times for trying to play fight with a future Balkar. “Konen, if you don’t eat, how will you ever hope to become a Balkan Varg?”

However, she’d said the wrong thing. For a moment Konen’s ears had pricked forward, it was a sort of dream for him to become a Balkar, but to Kael, their father, it would be the biggest crime against Fenris that could ever be thought. Kael’s golden orbs narrowed to tiny slits. And his lips curled back to form a snarl. “KONEN! Is this true? You wish to become Night Hunter scum?!”

“But daddy, the Balkar are very admirable.” Adair said trotting over to him, she failed to see the ferocious anger in his eyes, or the saliva dotting his black lips. “Konen has told me all the stories that he has heard from you! He’s told me all about their adventures! If I was not a fae I would want to be in the Balkar too!”

“KONEN. Outside, NOW. I apparently need to have a discussion with you on truths and lies… as well as your future.” Kael turned abruptly and stalked out of the den, his shoulders low and his hackles raised. Eden sensed the danger, but no one would hear the words spoken to Konen, and in fact, the next day, Konen was no where to be found.


Spring came around, and the cubs were all gangly and half-grown, and though they wondered where their beloved brother had gone, none of the cubs seemed phased by it. It seemed that the only ones who knew what lay behind his disappearance was Eden and Kael, though many of the pack suspected Konen to have been murdered. Eden was in terrible shape. She was constantly having nightmares, slipped in and out of reality, and often times spoke to objects as if they were Konen. Adair once saw her trying to get a large boulder to eat a small hare.

“Nothing’s wrong with your mother.”

“But dad… she’s talking to trees and rocks… she thinks that they’re Konen.”

“Don’t you dare speak that name. Konen has run away, betrayed us for the Balkar remember? He’s not of our blood.”

“Daddy I don’t see how the Balkar are so horrible. I don’t see how you could possibly yell at your own son, my brother, like that. And now you want all of us to forget when mom isn’t well? She needs Konen, you need to go find him.”

“ADAIR SILENCE!” He snarled, his great paw pushing her to the ground. “Your brother was sinful, he fell from Fenris’ watch, he was following the paw steps of Wolfbane’s cult. If this means banishing my own son. Then so be it.”

He allowed his daughter to stand again, and as she did she slowly backed away. This whole ordeal seemed to make her parents and the rest of the pack a bit batty. Since Konen had first left, and it was her fault for mentioning the Balkar and his aspirations. Her father had told her the corrected stories. The thief was actually a passerby. In another story the slaughtered an innocent family just because they wanted more land. Adair didn’t seem to take these stories to heart, she pushed them all aside and thought she admitted that there was probably much truth to it, also told her father it was all blown up nonsense.


Summer rolled around, and the heat sometimes seemed to be unbearable. Konen faded into everyone’s memories…

A sense of normalcy had returned. Eden was no longer speaking to inanimate objects, Kael no longer snapped at anyone that brought up Konen’s name. The pack stopped murmuring of his potential murder. It was as if Konen had never been born at all. Though Adair would sometimes leave the den late at night, and she would talk to the heavens as if she were talking to him again. As if they were pups. She still missed her brother, and though she didn’t bring him up with the others, refused to forget.

It was a sleepy summer. Nothing happened save several Varg that passed through seeking temporary shelter. To pay for their stay they would weave stories and help with hunts, pulling their own weight and later leaving.

Frek was getting on in his age, and one day pulled Adair aside. “Youngling, I wish for you to leave with Maev and make something great of yourself.” Maev was a Kerl that had stopped by. He was a handsome young Varg that held himself in high stature. He had a sleek rust-colored pelt and bright blue eyes that you could stare into for hours, simply being lost in his charm. Rosie and Posey were always flirting with him. Probably hoping to get the charismatic male to stay.

“Would dad approve of me leaving? I’m only but 12 months after all.” Adair spoke carefully, she didn’t want to alert anyone of this odd conversation. “Maev has agreed to take you with him. Your father, Kael, is of no concern. You will both leave under the cover of night while everyone sleeps.”

“Frek, I could never-”

“Child, you must. I am not long for this world, and you cannot stay with Mutare forever. You are not meant to live here, Tor and Fenris do not wish it. You are destined for your own life and your own journey.”

“But I hardly even know Maev.”

“You will know him in time. Besides, I am not handing my God-grandchildren to someone who wants nothing to do with you. He’s a very good brotherly figure to you and Rae. But Rae has already left us, Vale is to inherit the pack, and with Konen dead… you are the last to be sent away.”

“Frek, I don’t wish to leave knowing you’re still here. You are my greatest friend.”

“Again, I am not long for this world. In a few weeks, maybe months… I will be dead.” Adair was about to protest, but Frek shook his head. “Please Adair, make something of yourself. Meet new wolves, settled down in years to come and start your own family. Create a new life, and go with Maev.”

This had ended their conversation for Kael was padding toward the two, Frek laughed merrily, and nudged Adair as if she were being childish. “My dear!” He shouted so that Kael would not be suspicious. “You are such a youngling!”


That night Maev woke her. “Adair, let us leave. It is time to go. Frek too has left the den, it is his time now. I know you do not wish to leave, but it was his wish for you.”

“I know… I’m coming.” Adair said quietly, albeit sounding mildly irritated. She got to her paws and followed the russet brute from the den into the warm summer evening. The two then set out, leaving the lands of the Mutare behind. Heading deeper into the more well-know territories of Transylvania.


For six months Adair traveled with Maev, but soon the time came when the two friends would part. Adair admitted that Maev had been her first love, even in a cub’s sense of ‘puppy love’ as she watched him leave she wondered if they might ever meet again.

And now she begins her life anew, it is nearing springtime and she’d making herself known to Transylvania. At long last, she has arrived passed the borders, into the land beyond the forest. And it is here that she has decided to stay, for now at least.

Transylvanian Edition || ...

Family ||

Blood | |Dame| Eden |Sire| Kael |Faemme| Rae |Brute| Konen, Vale |Uncle| Nickel |Aunt| Lily |Cousins| Rosie, Posey, Frek
Adopted | None.

Comrades || None.
Enemies || None.
Known To || Khazeil; Bronwyn

Pack || None.

Pack Rank | None.
Pack Mates | None.

Mate || None.

Offspring | None.
Adoption | None.

Post Log ||

001. ||This Side|| … Khazeil; Forest
002. ||The Long Road Back|| … Bronwyn; Mountains