Seven | Female | Harbinger

[Seven]

Character Name: Seven
Age: 6yrs
Gender: Female
Pronouns: She/her
Rank: Harbinger
Personality: Seven is a strong-willed female, passionate and devoted to her pack. She believes in a fair sense of life and tries to make the best with the hand she is given in the moment of time. While Seven is strong willed, her time with the Nomads have made her hard than the lighter demeaner she had before her capture. She is kind but not without a stern approach. Seven enjoys conversing with her pack members and often insists she get to know they to understand where they may fit in with her pack. Her time with Nomads has made her fearful of many things including the idea of newer pack members (novices) traveling any where near something in fear that could spell an end for them. She spends much of her time with one of Stationary Guardians for fear of being alone too long. Her establishment as a leader is new, despite her age. Sevens mentality stems from her time being captive by Nomads. She tries to balance these things out as she leads the pack. When she's more relaxed, Seven enjoys walks in the Creaking Woods and visiting with young pups. She has never had a little of her own. The four years she spent with Nomads robbed her of the idea.

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History: Seven grew up in the Emerald Forest in a pack known as the Dancing Sunrise Pack. She had been born to family of hunters. The names of her mother and father are lost to her. She grew up into her pack and on the day of her first Hunt, Seven was caught in a Skinners trap in Creaking Woods. She was taken and kept in a cage. The man who caught her kept her for show. Day after day he kept her in a crude metal cage in a cellar and took her out only when she would go to a slightly larger cage where many Nomads would pry and taunt at her. He had conditioned her to behave. It was hard, however and her instincts didn't always allow her to obey.

On the day of her escape, the Nomad who kept her hadn't come to see her yet. Instead, a Nomad pup strayed into the cellar. She was tired from the past days of show. She lay there watching the child. He would be a man soon. He was taller than most of the Nomad pups that came to see her. He opened her cage and pet her on head. A low growl to warn him. He didn't back away, instead he grabbed her by the scruff of her neck and dragged her out of the cage and up the stairs. Seven was confused. Why was she going up stairs right now? She could hear snoring and her eyes caught sight of an open door that led outside. This Nomad pup didn't rope her like the Master did. Her grip was rough and she obeyed because she had been trained to do so. Tonight would be different. A spark of will and determination that had been buried by fear sprang within her. She twisted and fought the Nomad pup till he lost his grip. Then she bolted. Outside, she ran but Nomas didn't let her leave without something to remember them by. The sharp crackling and the spark of a metal tube when she dared look back, avoiding a fatal injury. She weaved the paths of the Nomad territories and found her way home.

The Emerald Forest is where she would meet others and here that she would need to build something new. The scents of her old home were long since faded. She wouldn't see family again and she doubted she would see old packmates. She would start anew. She would need to relearn some of the old customs. At least she could teach others about Nomads.