Hróðvitnisson family

WIP ------ Trigger warning: rape, physical abuse and emotional abuse are or will be heavily mentioned in this post.

Name: Clementine Charis [wife of Ve, former wife of Hr??vitnir]
Age: 2 years old, born in Spring
Personality: Submissive to a fault, Clementine has spent the majority of her life in the shadow of someone else. She's quiet and reserved, preferring to remain silent and let those more knowledgeable speak- just like she was taught to. Raised around the idea that she is somehow quite a bit less than everyone else, Clementine has a warped view of herself.

Anger in her is almost nonexistent. Sure, there may be things she doesn't like, but who is she to disagree? She's also rather clingy, believing her survival depends on the presence of another. Once Clementine has established that someone is safe, she'll stick close to them. Having never been taught how to hunt, she relies quite heavily on the skills of others and because of this and the constant sabotaging of the other wives, Clementine is forever hungry and the effects of that have left her weak and prone to illness.

Clementine is the perfect omega. She accepts beating because she deserves them. She accepts hunger because she isn't worth it; the food should go to someone more deserving. Really, she'll accept any and all misfortunes that befall her because she deserves nothing more. It's okay if the other wives pick on her and it's okay if Ve is cruel to her. That's what she's around for, she knows this. She's not smart or pretty or anything, really, so her only real use is serving others. Not that she's very good at that.

There is nothing of substance to Clementine's personality. Anything worth knowing about her was quickly taken from her. At one time she had the potential to be confident and ambitious, but if those traits are still inside her they're impossibly small.

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History: Clementine doesn't remember a whole lot about her life before Hr??vitnir's pack. Any outward longing for that life was met with brutality. In the beginning, Clementine had been overwhelmed by the cruelty around her. In her search for comfort she'd bounced from wolf to wolf and received nothing but pain for her efforts. Brutality hit her from all sides. It didn't take long for her to draw inside herself and with Hr??vitnir's frequent visits it became all too easy for her to think of herself as nothing more than an object. Despite her young age, Clementine very quickly became pregnant. This didn't better her standing with the older wives. Before her pregnancy became obvious, the young wolf had simply been ignored. Encounters with the wives, Anglea especially, were common, but not particularly hateful. Her presence was tolerated but not accepted. As soon as it was obvious that she was carrying Hr??vitnir's young, everything changed. Suddenly all of the attention was on her. She was bullied away from kills and harassed over minor offenses. One encountered left her bleeding on the ground, a circle of wives with Anglea at the head taking turns stomping on her. The abuse worked. Weeks before her due date, Clementine miscarried, giving birth to the bodies of three dead sons. Hr??vitnir was furious at the lose, savagely picking Clementine up by the scruff and shaking her until she lost consciousness. Her miscarriage meant little to him beyond a quick flash of anger and he immediately got to work putting more pups inside her.

Clementine remembers exactly what she was doing the moment Hr??vitnir died. While everyone was gathered around listening as their alpha announced his successor, Clementine was at the back of the crowd holding a rabbit for Anglea. She wasn't allowed to eat it or even think about eating it, all she was allowed to do was hold it. It was a game the primary wife liked to play with her. She'd chase her from kills for weeks and then, once she thought Clementine had gone long enough, she'd tear a piece from a kill and make the younger wolf follow her around with it, feeding her whenever she wanted to be fed. If she so much as looked interested in the meat Anglea would beat her. As Hr??vitnir's body hit the ground she dropped the rabbit...and then quickly picked it up before Anglea saw her.

Chaos reined for many weeks but in the end, Clementine was approached and promptly claimed by a leering Ve and it became immediately obvious that he was ten times worse than Hr??vitnir--to the point where Clementine found herself longing for the former alpha. At least with him she'd known what to expect. Ve enjoyed toying with her. He'd play with her emotions, tease her into calming and then strike when she least expected it. He enjoyed being cruel to her, going out of his way to cause her pain. For fun he'd deprive her of food and water, letting her wither almost to the point of death before approaching her sweetly and tending to her as if she meant the world to him. She would response as she knew she should, playing along and yes, hoping it was real, but inevitably she'd mess up somehow and he'd turn on her. She grew accustomed to bleeding and scars began to accumulate across her body.

Now, a full year in the life of a Pack wife, Clementine is a shell. How she is alive is anyone's guess, but if you can call her meager existence life, then she is alive. Eventually she'll succumb to her weakness and that will be the end of her. No one will miss her, no one will mourn her. Unless, of course, the Pack is shaken once more. She saw what it did to them last time and maybe, just maybe, a sliver of rebellion still resides inside of her. She could be free...if only she were given the opportunity.