Post by Space Dinosaur on May 26, 2023 5:51:39 GMT
TATU'ELIER OF AH'MIR CLAN
2.5 YEARS | FEMALE | 22" | 49 LBS | DALMATIAN | FACECLAIM |
"DAPPLED SNOW"
PERSONALITY ⚘♔ It takes an hour to appreciate someone ♔
While Tatu is still young, she has lost a lot of her vigor. Being alone immediately after the Rozo'ama Akoda and for the months that followed, she experienced hardship that has caused her to become slightly calloused and far more timid. She is prone to both angry and depression-based outbursts for seemingly the smallest slights. Her number one focus in the world is her pup, and it is the pup that many would believe keeps her grounded at all. She is a very doting - almost helicopter - first time mother. Sometimes her outbursts are solely caused by others approaching the pup as she displays resource guarding behavior. This has also begun to trickle down into her food consumption where she prefers to eat fast and alone.
While in her training days she had seemingly not paid much attention, her time alone had helped to hone her skills in the healing arts. There had been a time where she had lived off of nearly nothing but the plants she knew could keep her healthy and strong - comparatively - when hunting became difficult. She had always had a natural affinity towards plant knowledge but had never cared much to put her practices to use. Now that she's endured some real-world experience, she has a greater respect towards the healers' role.
Her sociability has been lacking since her return to the clan due to these attributes while, at the same time, she craves the affirmation of her clan mates. She does not enjoy spending any time alone.
HISTORY ⌛
≡ A day to love them ≡
Captured by humans and then having had a building fall upon her, Tatu was shaken to her very core. If not for the help of whom she assumed was a rogue she may have been trapped under the rubble still to this day. Luckily, she was freed behind the building and the two set off together to - what she believed - search out their missing clans and loved ones. But the world was different. Everything had changed and was strange. But the stranger seemed unfazed. Was it only a facade? She would never know. She did find his confidence and rugged appearance to be entirely charming and handsome, though. She fell hard, and she fell fast. The two spent a single day and a night together. They never even learned each other's names. She had been so caught up in the moment she had forgotten to ask or give her own. Then, like a shadow in the night, he was gone. She had tried to track him, to find anyone at all, but her tracking skills had always been sub-par. Thus she was alone, and she was entirely lost.
After months of scrounging up food and hunting what she could she found she had grown too large to continue on. She had searched for a short time until she had found a hollow, broken log. The inside was mucky, yet far dryer than the snow pelted world outside. One end was capped by stone and earth, allowing her the safety of one entrance. She found the interior of dead, crunchy leaves a bit uncomfortable, yet serviceable for her purposes.
Her labor was a difficult one. There were times she thought she may fall asleep and never wake up. When all was done she felt lucky. By all accounts her seven puppies appeared healthy and full of life. She had never considered her own failing strength as they sapped the life from her while also restricting her ability to care for herself. It started with one. One white, cold, lifeless lump. No matter the amount of whining or licking the pup would not rise to the wriggling, squeaking ball of fur it had once been. She found herself unable to remove it from her makeshift den. She could hardly find it in her to rise to her own feet. Instead she nudged it away from the others, keeping it close to her head but away from her belly. Away from the rest but close enough that she may keep an eye on it for when it would awaken from its eternal slumber.
Slowly, another pup lost its squirming and breathing. And then another. And another. With three skinny, sickly pups left, Tatu made the decision to arise from her den. Standing on shaky legs, she slowly made her way out. Though the sounds of her crying pups created a battle of wills within her. She fought the urge to turn back towards them - a battle she had lost each attempt prior. It wasn't long before she gave up on her hunt. She had managed a few field mice, some plants, and had nearly caught a little fat bird who nested close to the ground. She had munched on the one, featherless hatchling and the remaining eggs in the nest before the memory of crying pups lured her back to her den.
As she approached, an unfamiliar scent caused her pause. It wasn't entirely foreign, just something she had the faintest memory of smelling in her past. Her hackles raised as she approached her den site. Peering through the entrance she heard the gurgled snarls of a predator and caught a glimpse of the black and white fur. She let off a hollowed bark of warning before darting in to bite the creature. The nerve of this beast! It clawed back in indigence at the canine's frontal assault. Tatu lunged again, grabbing the thing by its foot and attempting to drag it from beneath the log. A chirp-hiss sounded from its lips as it nipped and bit the dalmatian's white face, speckling it with more than her spots. Releasing the paw to partially retreat from the assault, she began barking, repeating the threat on a loop. Warning the bimori to leave now. It lunged a striking claw at her again but she side stepped to dodge it. The battle was over. The badger began its retreat, waddling away.
Stress of the entire situation and what she felt within her at what lay within the "safety" of her den kept her fur on end. She let out soft whines as she crawled into the space she had left her kin. Her tongue flicked from her lips in a plea as well as to relieve some of the pain from her bitten, blood specked face. No voices called back. No cries and no whines. No hungry wiggling mouths. She nudged softly at small, bloody, lumps of fur that remained. There was no pup, only broken pieces. Torn apart in the same way she felt her heart.
A small crunch sounded to her right. Her ears perked at the sound, the fur between her shoulders raised defensively. Crawling from beneath a small pile of leaves was a pup. A whine sounded from the mother's lips as he tail slowly thumped behind her. In an instant she found herself nosing the puppy and crawling closer to it, nearly suffocating it with her joy and love. But this place wasn't safe...
Grabbing the surviving pup by the nape of its neck, she set out to find a new sanctuary. The journey had only taken about a week but it had felt like an eternity through the stress of protecting the pup, hunting, and ensuring both mother and child's survival. A familiar scent on the breeze caused her pause. She knew this canna. He was clan! Perhaps if the clan had truly perished he might still take her in. After all, she had known him since she was a pup herself. Even though the river bordering her destination had been slow, it had been a difficult crossing. Keeping the pup in her mouth and malnourished as ever, she had struggled to cross even the lightest of currents. Somehow she had persisted and had found herself home once again with both old and new faces.
RELATIONSHIPS ❤️
≡ And an eternity to forget them ≡
Ridna'aba| Pup
unnamed | Pup | deceased
unnamed | Pup | deceased
unnamed | Pup | deceased
unnamed | Pup | deceased
unnamed | Pup | deceased
unnamed | Pup | deceased
Gru'e Canna'a | Mentor | Shadowspeaker
credit to Laura of Adox
