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Description
Name: Cyra
Alias: Cy
Meaning: Sun, throne
Age: 2 years
Gender: Female
Height: 30”
Weight: 67 lbs
Build: She looks thin and tall with but with a muscly build that you wouldn’t expect. Though she looks tall, next to some of her pack mates, she is however quite short. Her muscles have hardened over the years of traveling, and her paw pads have hardened over time as well.
Territory: Mhor
Scent: Hyacinths and sea breeze, with a sweet honey-like tinge
Family: Keeli (Mom, NPC), Caspian (Dad, NPC), Iris (Sister, NPC)
Rank: Omega

Personality: (200 word minimum)
“A million words would not bring you back,
I know because I tried, neither would
a million tears. I know because I cried.”

Adventurous- Born on the move, Cyra loves a good adventure. She lets her run free and tries to get out (not out of her territory though!) as often as possible. Cyra loves a good run in the morning mist.
Alert- Ever since Rowena’s uncle turned his back on the group of Mhorians, Cyra keeps herself on alert at all times. She’s always looking over her shoulder, scared that Rowena’s uncle will find her.
Athletic- Keeping on the move made Cyra athletic, even if she doesn’t realize the difference between now and when she was younger.
Creative- On her free time, Cyra spends time imagining the things she wants to do later on in her life.
Confidential- Since Alchalar left the pack, Cyra started keeping secrets, be it from her friends or from herself. She often finds herself lonely and depressed, keeping all these secrets to herself.
Impassive- Cyra, when approached or asked a question, becomes cold and somewhat lifeless. Maybe that’s why she finds it hard to make friends. Or maybe it was because of how she looked? This always sends Cyra into a distrusting spiral, to the point where she finds herself needing to escape.
Maternal- Despite her past, Cyra loves to hang around the puppies. That was one of her dreams, to have puppies of her own. Maybe she would find love after all.
Distrustful- As a young pup, Cyra always found herself around Alchalar. She had considered him a friend, and maybe her only friend. Watching him tear apart his own brother, and then turn his back on not only their pack, but her as well, broke Cyra into a mess.
Inert- On the days when Cyra thinks most about Alchalar, she doesn’t get up from where she was sleeping.
Scornful- Not to other Mhorians, but to herself. Whenever she catches herself being inert and impassive, she scorns herself, trying her hardest to make things better for everyone around her.

Pre-Group History:
Born before joining the Mhorians, Cyra and Iris would always play in the meadows near their den. Until their parents felt unsafe, in which they had to move again. When Cyra woke up, they were surrounded by other wolves in which she didn’t recognize. When her parents were out hunting with the others, Cyra and her sister were often left alone with a wolf named ‘Alchalar’. Iris didn’t favor him, but that didn’t stop Cyra from talking to him non-stop all day. He mentioned this wolf who they called the ‘archqueen’. Whatever that meant, Cyra didn’t understand until she met her. The wolf, only a little older than Cyra, introduced herself as Rowena. Alchalar told Cyra what an archqueen was, and as soon as they met, Cyra had bowed respectfully. They greeted each other and then they left each other alone. Should Cyra ever talk to the archqueen upfront again, she would be respectful and mindful. Then that one terrible fated day happened, and Alchalar killed his own brother, his brethren. Cyra begged Alchalar to stay but he wouldn’t listen. He claimed that the archqueen had led them all to their death. She couldn’t believe what he’d said about Rowena. He’d asked her to come with him, saying that he’d provide for her if she did. That he could find her a mate and fulfil her dream of having puppies. Tempted by the offer, Cyra looked around at her packmates. No. She could not leave them, suffering. Shattered, Cyra followed her archqueen, where she was assigned the rank of omega. It was no surprise to Cyra, knowing that she would be loyal to the best of her abilities, and that she would never turn her back on the Mhorians, the wolves she called family. But sometimes she wonders what life would be like had she chose to follow Alchalar.

Group History: (This comes through RP! Keep a log of your interactions, drawings, bones, etc here)

Other:
- Loves Ospreys
- Likes to watch the Aurora on the shore
- Hopes to free herself of the never ending fear of Alchalar
- Has a soft spot for puppies
- Wakes up from nightmares sometimes

Description
Name: Cyra
Alias: Cy
Meaning: Sun, throne
Age: 2 years
Gender: Female
Height: 30”
Weight: 67 lbs
Build: She looks thin and tall with but with a muscly build that you wouldn’t expect. Though she looks tall, next to some of her pack mates, she is however quite short. Her muscles have hardened over the years of traveling, and her paw pads have hardened over time as well.
Territory: Mhor
Scent: Hyacinths and sea breeze, with a sweet honey-like tinge
Family: Keeli (Mom, NPC), Caspian (Dad, NPC), Iris (Sister, NPC)
Rank: Omega

Personality: (200 word minimum)
“A million words would not bring you back,
I know because I tried, neither would
a million tears. I know because I cried.”

Adventurous- Born on the move, Cyra loves a good adventure. She lets her run free and tries to get out (not out of her territory though!) as often as possible. Cyra loves a good run in the morning mist.
Alert- Ever since Rowena’s uncle turned his back on the group of Mhorians, Cyra keeps herself on alert at all times. She’s always looking over her shoulder, scared that Rowena’s uncle will find her.
Athletic- Keeping on the move made Cyra athletic, even if she doesn’t realize the difference between now and when she was younger.
Creative- On her free time, Cyra spends time imagining the things she wants to do later on in her life.
Confidential- Since Alchalar left the pack, Cyra started keeping secrets, be it from her friends or from herself. She often finds herself lonely and depressed, keeping all these secrets to herself.
Impassive- Cyra, when approached or asked a question, becomes cold and somewhat lifeless. Maybe that’s why she finds it hard to make friends. Or maybe it was because of how she looked? This always sends Cyra into a distrusting spiral, to the point where she finds herself needing to escape.
Maternal- Despite her past, Cyra loves to hang around the puppies. That was one of her dreams, to have puppies of her own. Maybe she would find love after all.
Distrustful- As a young pup, Cyra always found herself around Alchalar. She had considered him a friend, and maybe her only friend. Watching him tear apart his own brother, and then turn his back on not only their pack, but her as well, broke Cyra into a mess.
Inert- On the days when Cyra thinks most about Alchalar, she doesn’t get up from where she was sleeping.
Scornful- Not to other Mhorians, but to herself. Whenever she catches herself being inert and impassive, she scorns herself, trying her hardest to make things better for everyone around her.

Pre-Group History:
Born before joining the Mhorians, Cyra and Iris would always play in the meadows near their den. Until their parents felt unsafe, in which they had to move again. When Cyra woke up, they were surrounded by other wolves in which she didn’t recognize. When her parents were out hunting with the others, Cyra and her sister were often left alone with a wolf named ‘Alchalar’. Iris didn’t favor him, but that didn’t stop Cyra from talking to him non-stop all day. He mentioned this wolf who they called the ‘archqueen’. Whatever that meant, Cyra didn’t understand until she met her. The wolf, only a little older than Cyra, introduced herself as Rowena. Alchalar told Cyra what an archqueen was, and as soon as they met, Cyra had bowed respectfully. They greeted each other and then they left each other alone. Should Cyra ever talk to the archqueen upfront again, she would be respectful and mindful. Then that one terrible fated day happened, and Alchalar killed his own brother, his brethren. Cyra begged Alchalar to stay but he wouldn’t listen. He claimed that the archqueen had led them all to their death. She couldn’t believe what he’d said about Rowena. He’d asked her to come with him, saying that he’d provide for her if she did. That he could find her a mate and fulfil her dream of having puppies. Tempted by the offer, Cyra looked around at her packmates. No. She could not leave them, suffering. Shattered, Cyra followed her archqueen, where she was assigned the rank of omega. It was no surprise to Cyra, knowing that she would be loyal to the best of her abilities, and that she would never turn her back on the Mhorians, the wolves she called family. But sometimes she wonders what life would be like had she chose to follow Alchalar.

Group History: (This comes through RP! Keep a log of your interactions, drawings, bones, etc here)

Other:
- Loves Ospreys
- Likes to watch the Aurora on the shore
- Hopes to free herself of the never ending fear of Alchalar
- Has a soft spot for puppies
- Wakes up from nightmares sometimes