[SilkiyTea]

Name: Anira

Gender: F
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Black
Magics: | Ice | Blood |
Amber Collection: A reasonable 145!
Height & Weight: 6'0 & 200, mostly muscle I think.

Diary. Diary, that's what this is. Right? A cohesive narrative about my life. It used to be a dream journal, and that touch? It's still there. Fucking everywhere, and my dreams are as wild and tumultuous as always. I did something today. No, wait. Fuck. That's a lie, I didn't do jack diddly shit today. It was all Trik, maybe. Maybe someone pushed him into it. That nagging, neurotic part of me? Still thinks this is some kind of joke. I mean come off it, I look like a man, I'm approaching Walter's ridiculousness in sheer height and muscle mass. I'm literally a bipedal wolf. All that I'm missing? A dumb tail and a muzzle to boot. Give it a few more years? And I bet I'd somehow get that. Boy, I'd be a pretty big freak at that point. Wouldn't I? Ugh. Sometimes I miss being able to turn human. No more fur, no itching. Just ginger-haired Anira.

I think I'm avoiding the topic. This writes like a fucking school-girl's book instead of a soldiers. I'm THE WOLF, rats damnit! I have bested TWO Archons in combat! I've faced a third without fear! I will spit in the eyes of angels and divine alike! I will bleed for Barsburg, for Walter, for my family! So why the hell am I writing like I'm some ridiculous giddy child!? Get a hold of yourself, Anira. Start from the beginning. Or, no wait. We would have to go far, far back to start from the beginning. I met him... Four or five years ago, I think. Give or take. Before I was the Wolf, back when I could go from human to wolf, and maybe predating that when I was just human.

He was neurotic. Filthy, poor, and? Looking for coin. I'd made plenty. Ores, woods. You name it, yeah? I gave him mine. The fuck did I need it for, people took care of me. Ance and Mish fed me, clothed me. Whatever I needed, my family provided. He didn't really take to getting a gift too well, I think his brain wanted to shatter, and he'd stammer and speak in this sort of.. Scratchy way? But it was cute. 'Coin-Money' stuff like that. I told him I didn't need a gift, but... He gave me a ring anyway, a really shitty ring. Covered in rotting sewage and rats knows what else.

I still have that ring to this day.

I liked him. He was. Is. Is a friend. Always had been, and then? A year or so later? I fucking tore his throat open with my bare teeth. Because I wanted to strangle Bolt. I stopped seeing my friend, and I saw meat in the way of my real meal. I never got over that, I don't think he did ever. Sometimes I still see it, that little itching of fear. I wonder if that's why. No, stop being paranoid, Ani. Fuck off with that, only POWER enchants here, only CONFIDENCE! Continuing on. I felt bad, and after I helped patch him up? Ance had me be his tutor. I'd have much preferred to be his nurse, and make sure he was safe but this worked well anyway.

He improved, quickly. Why, I was impressed you know? We'd continue it, on and off. He said he forgave me. But I know he still feared me. A part of me liked that, in equal parts of how much he valued my friendship. When I lost to Jaegar and gave up my amulet? Trik wanted to gang up on him, Trik vowed to retrieve it. Honestly... Honestly... I wanted to gang up on the Panther too. I didn't though, no. There is integrity in the hunt, at least in how I hunt. He runs with packs, venoms, and stealth. I howl, and I pounce.

But here I am. Years later. I had always said he was cute. Maybe I didn't really know what I meant at the time. But, when he sort of confessed? I could barely breath. I didn't know what to think. Had I misheard? Did I see the signs wrong? Why the fuck would a lovable goofball like him want with someone as brutal as me? 

You know. I know he might stab me in the back someday.

But I think that's just part of the excitement.