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Valhallan Cousins



Aures

Somnium

age
10 Years
gender
Female
gems
0
size
Large
build
Heavy
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455
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12-01-2013, 11:44 PM





The facts of Odette's lineage would be a part of her childhood roots. She yearned to know who she was meant to be, and along with that, she had to know more about the wolves who came before her. The ancestors of her biological family were lost to her for now, but until the day came when her parents returned, she would focus on what she could: Chrysanthe's family history. The question was this: who else was related to the Alpha?
It would be okay if the first person she met didn't know the facts regarding the Adravendi line, but she was still interested in knowing the bits and pieces of the puzzle that made up the family she was a part of. She pondered if the wolves of the past had the power she dreamed of and if it was in her genetics. Maybe it was destiny, she wasn't sure. All she knew was that the desire came from somewhere, and like many other things, she wondered where she got it from.
A name had slipped when she was sleeping in her den, unknown to the world. A wolf or two had passed the entrance to her hidden chambers and uttered the name 'Azalea'. Ears had perked and her curiosity had pulled her out of her slumber. They continued to speak of how she had returned from the war, seemingly a different wolf than before. Odette didn't know who she was, but she wanted to whenever she got the chance. Alas, the girl didn't get to find out where in Valhalla the she-wolf resided, so she took the chance of exploring on her own. Of course, she had told Chrysanthe she would remain inside the borders and would call for help if she needed it. The security she felt because of her aunt was becoming a welcomed thing in her life and she didn't want it to leave.
So, it was a no-brainer why Odette was out on her own near a rolling hill covered by snow. By the time she had padded around the surrounding dens with no results, she had given up and decided to pout in public. Wrapped up in her normal position -- her head on outstretched front paws with hind legs curled beneath her thickened winter tail -- she looked out to the snowy view that spread out and beyond her perch. Valhalla was so beautiful, and even though she had failed in her search of the day, she was content with just enjoying the view.




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