Legends of Belariath
Volcheka
Volcheka grew up in the cold lands, barrens that are deep in snow most of the year round. Birthed by parents both of Black/brown mottled fur it was a shock when their Daugther was born with White patched black fur on her skin. Always was she defiant of what others thought, while she would not break rules she would not let them stop her either. Strong and proud like all of her race she grew to take the ways of the warrior. Strong and lean in body her training was with claws and teeth. Reaching the age of maturity her elders saw that while she knew a few spells she learnt no more and did not often use what she had. A quest was set for her.... Failing to achieve it she came back to her home and said her goodbyes, knowing she would always feel an outcast for not being able to complete her ritual into Maturity she set off to see the world. She never looked back on the place she had called home and never will. Mind and feet set on the path for what lies ahead for this Warrior.
After finding her way to the Town of Nathalion she sought the pleasure it had to offer her. Taking joy in the freedom and not being known she soon made friends and lovers, also enemies. Months went past with PLeasure turning to annoyance and frustration as those she knew rejected or left her, Already Black eyes flicked more often with red of Rage as she knew the Bitterness of being alone.. Parting for a time to think she hunted and lived on her patch of land in the forests, slowly Toning her BOdy once more and Honing her skills. Eyes now Piercing and Red a Snarl Constantly on her lips she returns to the place of her Nightmares and sets about recapturing her Joy once more.. this time with Pain and Fury that her kind and Truely known for.