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A little learning is a dangerous thing
drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring
there shallow draughts intoxicate the brain
and drinking largely sobers us again

Name: Sulwen
Age: Adult
Moon Phase: Waxing Gibbous Moon - Oak, the Leader
Gender: Female
Height and Weight: 90cm, 42kg
Territory: Kol
Ranking: Eiti Rhete
Abilities:

Hexenbiest - Tier 3

STAGE 1: Beginner

Your wolf seems to suddenly and inexplicably suffer pains, primarily in their joints and bones. Unbeknown to them, this is their body struggling to adapt to their new power. Under certain conditions (see restrictions) they find these pains are soothed, but any wolf who happens to be touching will gradually feel those pains instead. It usually wears off the victim after 24 hours.

[Svajone] Foraging || X || X

STAGE 2: LOCKED

X || X || X

STAGE 3: LOCKED

X || X || X

Family: Nia (Daughter), Eirlys (NPC Daughter, deceased)

Theme(s):
[ Used to the Darkness ]
[ Who Are You, Really? ]

And then my eyes got used to the darkness
And everyone that I knew
Was lost and so long forgotten after you

Personality

Patient / Adaptable / Intuitive

Sulwen is not susceptible to haste or urgency. She is perfectly content in waiting, watching for changing conditions, and planning endlessly. In her view, the smallest mistakes can cause unimaginable disasters, and every care must be taken to ensure those mistakes aren't made. Hardships tend to slide off of Sulwen's back, and she takes what life brings her in stride. Difficult days are not meant to be cried over, but rather pushed through and survived. She has a knack for discerning meaning in physical signs left on the landscape, as well as more conceptual meaning in tales and fables. Unfortunately her instability can lead her to twist this meaning to her own purposes.

Malleable / Protective / Grim

Devoid of a strong sense of self, Sulwen is easily shaped by the wolves around her. She's more comfortable, and far more productive, when someone else is tasked with making the important decisions. She has an inclination to protect those who don't have the means to protect themselves, though this is often reflexive rather than the product of conscious planning. Blood is precious, and should never be wasted without reason. She is not a lighthearted wolf, and is far more likely to chastise you for failure than congratulate your success. There isn't a lot of light left in her world, and she's content to spread the existential darkness.

Detached / Unstable / Envious

Sulwen has trouble engaging with reality in a straightforward way. She can not face anything as a certainty, even events that are already long set in the bedrock of the past, and she will often give convoluted answers when asked simple questions. This allows her to keep a very nebulous sense of morality, rooted in a worldview that changes from day to day. She does not necessarily see anything she's done as being clearly wrong, and her fluctuating sense of good and evil can make her actions difficult to predict. She tends to see magic wielders as having more inherent worth than she does, and she is cold to them for it. The thought that she may have destroyed her relationship with the spirits for all time is still an open wound, and she detests those who have gotten more and sacrificed less.

History
CW: Murder

Sulwen's upbringing was a strict one, overseen by rigid parents who had very clear ideas about the right ways in which things should be done. They treated their children as natural deviants who needed to be molded into the correct way of acting and thinking, and who couldn't be trusted for a moment on their own. Though dutiful, Sulwen railed internally against the suffocating conditions, taking whatever small freedoms she could find and longing for independence. And so when she was courted by a dark stranger in her early adulthood, it wasn't long at all until she was swept of her feet by his praise and attention. In far less time than some might consider decent, she made the decision to run off with the charming wolf, and the two began a brief affair.

In a way it was a rebellion against her overbearing parents, but she truly believed that he loved her, and she loved him like she'd never loved anyone before. Looking back many months later, she would be able to say that warning signs were there from the beginning, but she was young, and free, and happy, and she glossed over them with wild abandon. She thought that she would be enough to keep him there, and for a time it seemed as if that was true. But when the signs that she was carrying pups became apparent, he became overtly cold and distant to her. She ignored it, and made countless excuses, but the distance between them grew wider and wider. Then, just like that, he was gone, fled from her life as easily as he'd slipped into it. She was devastated by the betrayal, but buried the pain quickly. Her plight had been caused by her own folly, and the world would not wait for her.

The pups came regardless, two daughters: Eirlys and Nia. She strove to care for them as best she could under the circumstances, but she often felt alone and frightened by the magnitude of the responsibility. She began telling the two pups tales she remembered from her youth to calm her nerves in the small hours of the night, and it came to be a staple of their young lives as they grew. She enjoyed the tales well enough, but the stars had become cold and distant, drained of their mystique as her heart hardened to them. If there had ever been anything special about the lights in the sky, it had died a long time ago. Or, they simply didn't pay any mind to wolves like her.

Time passed and her children grew without incident, but change was coming. Word of Malaysia's doctrine had been spreading through the pack, and the strange red wolf's ideas intrigued Sulwen. In the talk of magic, she saw something that she had been yearning for desperately: agency. A way to never feel like her life was out of her control ever again. At first she turned away from the thought, the cautionary tale of Magellan central in her mind: a quest for that kind of power could only lead to destruction. But as the endless days wore on, talk of Malaysia perked her ears more and more, and of the wonders that she promised were possible. She began to look at the cautionary tale with new eyes, picking it apart as she retold it to her daughters, over and over again. The interest slowly became an obsession, and the message of the story changed: it was not the quest for power, but the precise way that one went about it that mattered. She was sure.

The decision was not an easy one to come to. Every day, she pushed herself further and further towards the act itself, picked at her resolve with bits and pieces of twisted logic. Magellan's sacrifices had been thin and weak because they had not been his to give. These children were her own blood. Hers. She was certain it would work. She had not played through all of the finer details the night she led them down to Magellan brook, but the time had come - there was tension in the air, as if the island were holding its breath, waiting for her to make good on her silent promise. The wizened old oaks lining the banks were heavy, swaying, hungry, their boughs whispering to her under the light of the stars. Eirlys' throat was between her jaws in the next instant, a swift jerk enough to still her, and a few savage bites enough to spill blood over the twisting roots. Moments passed as it seeped into the earth, and Nia's cries broke the silence as she ran to her sister's aid. Sulwen had only meant to give them one, but nothing was happening - it wasn't enough. It was with hardly a conscious thought that she turned on her remaining daughter, teeth bared. She was not expecting the blow that came, the sharp line of pain that tore across her face. The shock was like waking from a dream, and she watched in stunned silence, unable to react as her surviving daughter tore off into the night. The sharp scent of blood was suffocating, and her face still stung fiercely. With fading clarity she stood over the broken body of her child and realized the full import of what she'd done, the permanence of it. The weight of that knowledge crushed her chest, pulled bitter tears down into the earth. There was no going back.

She followed Malaysia north, devoid of plan or purpose. Though she was a Kol by name, she remained an outcast among the outcasts, distant and aloof. Long reflection led her to believe that failure to complete the sacrifice left her cursed, an empty vessel abandoned by both spirits and mortals: she had failed as both a wolf and a god. She was inclined to believe that nothing more could come of her wasted life, but this was no reason to stop living, and she held on to a stray thread of that obsessive draw toward power as the island's magic stirred once more. She survived, and wandered the dark northern woods for months on end, waiting for some sign to lead her back into the wider world.

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Description

[ PLAYLIST ] || [ MOOD BOARD ]

A little learning is a dangerous thing
drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring
there shallow draughts intoxicate the brain
and drinking largely sobers us again

Name: Sulwen
Age: Adult
Moon Phase: Waxing Gibbous Moon - Oak, the Leader
Gender: Female
Height and Weight: 90cm, 42kg
Territory: Kol
Ranking: Eiti Rhete
Abilities:

Hexenbiest - Tier 3

STAGE 1: Beginner

Your wolf seems to suddenly and inexplicably suffer pains, primarily in their joints and bones. Unbeknown to them, this is their body struggling to adapt to their new power. Under certain conditions (see restrictions) they find these pains are soothed, but any wolf who happens to be touching will gradually feel those pains instead. It usually wears off the victim after 24 hours.

[Svajone] Foraging || X || X

STAGE 2: LOCKED

X || X || X

STAGE 3: LOCKED

X || X || X

Family: Nia (Daughter), Eirlys (NPC Daughter, deceased)

Theme(s):
[ Used to the Darkness ]
[ Who Are You, Really? ]

And then my eyes got used to the darkness
And everyone that I knew
Was lost and so long forgotten after you

Personality

Patient / Adaptable / Intuitive

Sulwen is not susceptible to haste or urgency. She is perfectly content in waiting, watching for changing conditions, and planning endlessly. In her view, the smallest mistakes can cause unimaginable disasters, and every care must be taken to ensure those mistakes aren't made. Hardships tend to slide off of Sulwen's back, and she takes what life brings her in stride. Difficult days are not meant to be cried over, but rather pushed through and survived. She has a knack for discerning meaning in physical signs left on the landscape, as well as more conceptual meaning in tales and fables. Unfortunately her instability can lead her to twist this meaning to her own purposes.

Malleable / Protective / Grim

Devoid of a strong sense of self, Sulwen is easily shaped by the wolves around her. She's more comfortable, and far more productive, when someone else is tasked with making the important decisions. She has an inclination to protect those who don't have the means to protect themselves, though this is often reflexive rather than the product of conscious planning. Blood is precious, and should never be wasted without reason. She is not a lighthearted wolf, and is far more likely to chastise you for failure than congratulate your success. There isn't a lot of light left in her world, and she's content to spread the existential darkness.

Detached / Unstable / Envious

Sulwen has trouble engaging with reality in a straightforward way. She can not face anything as a certainty, even events that are already long set in the bedrock of the past, and she will often give convoluted answers when asked simple questions. This allows her to keep a very nebulous sense of morality, rooted in a worldview that changes from day to day. She does not necessarily see anything she's done as being clearly wrong, and her fluctuating sense of good and evil can make her actions difficult to predict. She tends to see magic wielders as having more inherent worth than she does, and she is cold to them for it. The thought that she may have destroyed her relationship with the spirits for all time is still an open wound, and she detests those who have gotten more and sacrificed less.

History
CW: Murder

Sulwen's upbringing was a strict one, overseen by rigid parents who had very clear ideas about the right ways in which things should be done. They treated their children as natural deviants who needed to be molded into the correct way of acting and thinking, and who couldn't be trusted for a moment on their own. Though dutiful, Sulwen railed internally against the suffocating conditions, taking whatever small freedoms she could find and longing for independence. And so when she was courted by a dark stranger in her early adulthood, it wasn't long at all until she was swept of her feet by his praise and attention. In far less time than some might consider decent, she made the decision to run off with the charming wolf, and the two began a brief affair.

In a way it was a rebellion against her overbearing parents, but she truly believed that he loved her, and she loved him like she'd never loved anyone before. Looking back many months later, she would be able to say that warning signs were there from the beginning, but she was young, and free, and happy, and she glossed over them with wild abandon. She thought that she would be enough to keep him there, and for a time it seemed as if that was true. But when the signs that she was carrying pups became apparent, he became overtly cold and distant to her. She ignored it, and made countless excuses, but the distance between them grew wider and wider. Then, just like that, he was gone, fled from her life as easily as he'd slipped into it. She was devastated by the betrayal, but buried the pain quickly. Her plight had been caused by her own folly, and the world would not wait for her.

The pups came regardless, two daughters: Eirlys and Nia. She strove to care for them as best she could under the circumstances, but she often felt alone and frightened by the magnitude of the responsibility. She began telling the two pups tales she remembered from her youth to calm her nerves in the small hours of the night, and it came to be a staple of their young lives as they grew. She enjoyed the tales well enough, but the stars had become cold and distant, drained of their mystique as her heart hardened to them. If there had ever been anything special about the lights in the sky, it had died a long time ago. Or, they simply didn't pay any mind to wolves like her.

Time passed and her children grew without incident, but change was coming. Word of Malaysia's doctrine had been spreading through the pack, and the strange red wolf's ideas intrigued Sulwen. In the talk of magic, she saw something that she had been yearning for desperately: agency. A way to never feel like her life was out of her control ever again. At first she turned away from the thought, the cautionary tale of Magellan central in her mind: a quest for that kind of power could only lead to destruction. But as the endless days wore on, talk of Malaysia perked her ears more and more, and of the wonders that she promised were possible. She began to look at the cautionary tale with new eyes, picking it apart as she retold it to her daughters, over and over again. The interest slowly became an obsession, and the message of the story changed: it was not the quest for power, but the precise way that one went about it that mattered. She was sure.

The decision was not an easy one to come to. Every day, she pushed herself further and further towards the act itself, picked at her resolve with bits and pieces of twisted logic. Magellan's sacrifices had been thin and weak because they had not been his to give. These children were her own blood. Hers. She was certain it would work. She had not played through all of the finer details the night she led them down to Magellan brook, but the time had come - there was tension in the air, as if the island were holding its breath, waiting for her to make good on her silent promise. The wizened old oaks lining the banks were heavy, swaying, hungry, their boughs whispering to her under the light of the stars. Eirlys' throat was between her jaws in the next instant, a swift jerk enough to still her, and a few savage bites enough to spill blood over the twisting roots. Moments passed as it seeped into the earth, and Nia's cries broke the silence as she ran to her sister's aid. Sulwen had only meant to give them one, but nothing was happening - it wasn't enough. It was with hardly a conscious thought that she turned on her remaining daughter, teeth bared. She was not expecting the blow that came, the sharp line of pain that tore across her face. The shock was like waking from a dream, and she watched in stunned silence, unable to react as her surviving daughter tore off into the night. The sharp scent of blood was suffocating, and her face still stung fiercely. With fading clarity she stood over the broken body of her child and realized the full import of what she'd done, the permanence of it. The weight of that knowledge crushed her chest, pulled bitter tears down into the earth. There was no going back.

She followed Malaysia north, devoid of plan or purpose. Though she was a Kol by name, she remained an outcast among the outcasts, distant and aloof. Long reflection led her to believe that failure to complete the sacrifice left her cursed, an empty vessel abandoned by both spirits and mortals: she had failed as both a wolf and a god. She was inclined to believe that nothing more could come of her wasted life, but this was no reason to stop living, and she held on to a stray thread of that obsessive draw toward power as the island's magic stirred once more. She survived, and wandered the dark northern woods for months on end, waiting for some sign to lead her back into the wider world.

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