[/b]: Saranna June Davis
Nickname: Sari, Sara, Anna, June
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Grade: Townie
Subject: n/a
Race: Shape Shifter
Play-by: Hayden Panettiere
Appearance:

Human;; An exotic beauty, Saranna is quite the eye catcher. Her long blonde hair is curly, her skin lightly tanned, and her eyes a haunting, bone chilling blood red.. In human form, it is the only physical appearance she shows of being albino. This isn’t due to the fact she wants others to know, she just can’t do a complete transformation well. Sometimes she can transform completely and showed off blue eyes, but most times she plays the red color off as contacts. She isn’t overly sensitive to light, though her sight does occasionally suffers on excessively bright days.

She’s curvaceous with an hour glass figure; a nice bust and wide hips. She’s not very tall, standing at a measely 5’1”, and with her medium frame, she weighs in at about 120 pounds. She’s not the thin, lean beauties that seem to run around here. She has the build of a hardcore athlete that isn’t so much into running, but rather more like kick boxing and fighting. She’s proud of the few extra pounds she has, because it’s not fat; its muscle. None of the scars she has in Kishu form transfer to her human form very well except for a few bare marks on her jaw line and neck. But the nerve damage is still there.

Shifter Form #1: Saranna is best in her animal form, her Kishu form. She’s been living in it for 22 years straight. It’s her true form and she wouldn’t trade it for the world. Her build is quite different from her human build. In Kishu form, she is lean and thin, taller than the breed standard (28 inches, a good 6 inches above average males), but her weight is strung out over a larger frame (55 pounds, just under the breeds accepted maximum weight). She appears too thin most of the time when in fact she is of a good weight. Her large frame is strained easily if she allows her muscle tone to decline. Despite being thin, all her muscles are rock solid and any extra weight is devoted directly to her muscles to support her larger skeletal frame. She’s a Spitz type, with a sturdy chest, wide head, and small, triangular ears. Her tail corkscrews tightly over her spine and her paws are large. In Kishu form, she is a full albino, from the pink skin and nose, white fur, to the red eyes.

The right side of her face is permanently and horribly scarred with claw marks. They stretch from her cheek down her jaw and muzzle; some even stretch to her neck. One would think she’d been caught in a fight with a cougar, not a dog like Cephas. Her right ear little more than tattered ribbons. It looks like someone literally took a knife and carefully carved long stripes out. Because of the extent of the damage, Saranna suffered deep nerve damage. Her right ear is constantly slicked backwards, the tatters flapping about freely. She can twitch her lip on that side and with enough concentration, she can hold it curled long enough that she appears normal, but it is hard and painful. Her right eye, though, appears completely untouched except for some general blurriness after using it for long periods of time. She tends to keep that eye closed simply out of comfort. It’s fully functional. She wears a chain color around her neck that is too large with a pendant necklace woven in to the chain links.

Personality:

Saranna really isn’t all that nice, she’s an aggressive being in general, dominant by nature and not used to rules. She’s not used to failing at things and she often takes it hard. Failure before has never been an option. She won’t follow orders unless you have proven to be worthy of them. Or you give her a goal to reach through following those rules. She’s ruled a lot by instinct, for her whole life she’s been little more than a Shifter stuck in animal form. She’s thought like humans and always understood their language, but has never lived like one. She’s wary and distrusting of men, but does much better when another female is close by.

She’s standoffish and cold, even after you know her, there is no breaking down of those walls she’s spent years building. She’s a strong being, for the longest time, others have looked up to her so she does not let her dark thoughts get to her for their sake at the least, if not her own. Even in her own times of hardship, she’s been graceful at falling and ever the stronger at rising again.

She wasn’t always cold; back then she had been said to have been...’secluded’ or ‘isolated.’ Back then her life had been for her pack and nothing else. She lived for her people and through her people. She shaped her into the leader they needed; not Saranna’s past or ambitions, but they.

She’s a rather emotionless being. She seems to barely register any feelings. This is not true, however. Saranna has come to realize, over time, her emotions are felt like that of a dragon’s; passionate and full of fire. None feel as strongly as she does. The connection between her outer self and inner self, however is broken beyond repair. She cannot show her emotions very well at all. As seen with her in ability to simply say “I love you” in the fourteen years she loved Zev.

She grew up without the true love of a parent and as such, does not know it very well. She struggles with the concept of love, despite having felt it for Zev. She never felt it for her real mother, and what she felt for Diablos wasn’t what she would call love. More like admiration.

Saranna is smart, but not just smart. She’s witty and sly with sharp, ever watching eyes. She can play you like a fiddle. And boy can she play the fiddle. She takes pleasure in seeing other squirm and the best way to do that is to lure them into a false sense of security then ripping that blanket from their clutching, grubby fingers. No one ever said she was an honest leader.

Things are different now. With the fall of her pack, her life’s blood, she has nothing to live form. Yet that ingrained survival trait that kept her going before for five years is still strong. Maybe not as perfect, but it won’t allow her to die. She’s a traumatized victim of war simply put. She suffers from catatonic episodes where her brain literally transports her to a time of the past. She knows what is coming, how it ends, yet she cannot escape. She can never escape until the memory runs out.

She hardly travels in human form. The traumatic events leading to her catatonic condition have blocked the link connecting the animal and human forms. She cannot willingly shift into her animal for anymore. So once her catatonic episodes hit and she’s in Kishu form, she does not transform back to human form until deemed absolutely, utterly necessary. While her survival instinct pushes her own, her own need to feel alive somehow is satisfied through her need for self harm. She will purposely pick fights with dogs on the streets. She can crush the mortal animals here with her brute strength, severe their arteries and filet them like a blade of grass. It would be impossibly easy to kill anyone here. Yet she doesn’t. The fights stem from her need to feel that pain, a reminder she’s alive. A reminder that she survived the impossible.

Because being alive means they are dead.

And the dead tell no tales.

History:

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HISTORY

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Darkness. Warmth. The shared space, however small and crowded, she liked. Because in the background, she could here the distant thump. The thump would speed at points, when she moved about too much. It would slow when sleep claimed her. But the thump was always there, heard over the sound of muffled voices and her brothers constantly fighting for space. It had been nice there, inside the warm, wet dark. It had been all she'd ever known up until that point. And everyday from that point on, with every waking breath and haunting thought, she would wish she could go back to the days of her mother's womb. The days were she could float in endless bliss and feel her mother's love through the blood she gave her.

There are communities in the Shape Shifter world where scenes are almost straight out of the movies. In a way, Saranna's life is a movie. There are grand packs of great canines, some shifters and some not, that prowl the plains and mountains, brandishing swords and metal encased teeth. There are shifters who possess the ability to shift in to human form, but never do. They live their lives on instinct, where things are black and white with fewer grey spots. And yet, there are also human horrors in the Shifter world. Communities run by males were females are kept prisoners for nothing more than providing spawn. Humans call them puppy mills, where pure breed dogs are mass produced. Shifters have them too, only the puppies produced are typical not pure breed. Pure Shifters run them in an effort to produce superior pets; longer life spans, smarter and quicker learners. They mix plain animal blood with Shifter blood. Shifters call them Factories.

And so starts Saranna's childhood, in the dark depths of one of the most notorious Facotires in the Shifter world.

The days of her mother's womb were at an end and Saranna came into existence a squalling, wriggling, growling, biting mass of wet, bloody fur. She came out fighting and never once would she stop. She was aggressive from the beginning, but also vigorous. Even in the worst of situations, she not only survived, not only thrived, but flourished. Saranna was the pride of the Factory. Where the frequent inbreeding, poor conditions, and health risks in the air, killed so many, Saranna seemed to grow stronger. There was a fine line between inbreeding animals and line breeding. Saranna was the first successful line breed Shifter they produced. She'd be the only one. Superior genetics, streamlined to a fine point, had produced not only a superb specimen, but a being much stronger than should be capable. Shifter genetics vary too greatly for one to be successful of line breeding. She stole her brother's food in an effort to grow stronger and one by one they died. One by one their carcasses disappeared in an effort to help the albino beast, the snake, grow stronger. In the hell hole she called home, nothing mattered more than growing stronger. Survival meant a life of being nothing but another machine for them. But stronger? Stronger meant the possibility of ridding the chains of fate that had her grasped so tightly.

Fate isn't so easily swayed.

Saranna grew and matured quickly, much faster than normal. Her high protein diet of necessary cannibalism aged her like a rocket. Before long, she was of breeding age and the males moved her to her own 'superior cell.' She had never shifted to human form. Saranna had been lucky that in an effort to line breed successfully, she was of pure Shifter blood. The cells she grew up in were cramped enough in animal form. The new cells allowed her to stand to her full height as a Kishu, but not much more. Saranna's age spurt was only good news to the Factory owners; they could create more like her. Before life had been a fight to grow stronger. She had never once truly fought physically in her life, much less killed. The starvation is what killed her victims in the past. Her opponents had been weak, starved infants. Now, her opponent was a full grown male twice her size. She didn't stand a chance.

Saranna's young age, despite her being so physically strong, hampered her ability to produce offspring. Even in the future, bearing children, even out of love, would be a near impossible task. Her body was stronger, but her rapid growth stunted her reproductive organs and the early breeding further damaged them. In the Factory business, mothers learned not to care for their children. Males had better futures and females did not. A lot of mothers often killed the females before they could mature enough in an effort to save them from the pain they went through. Even the young females that did survive knew of their fate. A lot of females simply killed their inner selves from the beginning, to avoid the pain as much as possible.

Saranna's young did not last long. She grieved, like any mother would, but more so because she knew one day she could find her freedom. She had hoped that it would be soon, so she could give her pups a chance for a proper life. But her dead pups had hardened her resolve. She would get free no matter what it took.

Fate was slowly beginning to bend.

Saranna's day of freedom came when her last thread of innocence was shredded. Another male was introduced to her soon after in an effort to make the most of her breeding capabilities. She'd been prepared and mentally ready. She would protect herself and any future puppies she may one day have or even save from a life like this. It was so easy for her to shatter ever bony in his body. She'd broken his jaw first, so he couldn't fight back then snapped his legs. Once caught in her iron grip, they'd cracked like twigs. Unable to harm her, she attacked and maimed still. It had been slit the throat of the male. It had been easy still to mangle him beyond recognition as he squealed and pleaded for mercy while he lay in an ever growing pool of his own blood. Even after his death, Saranna shredded every inch of the male. A macabre sight, she passed out into the aisle of cells and cages. None caught her attention, not even the pleading pups with their sad eyes begging for rescue. All the workers fled from her on sight, not want their own blood to turn her maroon fur even darker. No one stood in between her way to freedom now.

Saranna was not a creature of emotions. Saranna felt nothing for having killed in cold blood. She didn't have to kill that male, he'd been incapacitated and unable to harm. Yet she did. She was a creature of ambition. She hardly felt emotion other than the occasional twinge for the loss of her pups. She had never been taught right and wrong and she had no thought for such trivial things. In a world where people let things like this happen, there was no right. Just wrong and maybe not-so wrong. But despite this, Saranna had a deep engraved desire for justice and nobility. She was a creature of loyalty, that much was true. Even if it went against her beliefs or her goals, she could remain forever loyal to those who returned the favor.

Her mother had never once lied to her nor hindered her rise in power. So Saranna sought the old female out and when she left that night, it was not alone. An old, half crippled, heavily pregnant female followed behind. Not a word was exchanged between the two. The mother had not much time left but her final litter would be raised free from hell. Saranna had been young, not so naive, but inexpereinced. She may have scared off the workers, but she should have known the owners would come hunting for their prize. When they did, she'd been forced to her mother be gutted and the unborn pups devoured.

She is not sure exactly what happened that allowed her escape. All she knew was that she no longer had a purpose in life without her unborn siblings to care for. She wandered, stuck in animal form, traumatized. She'd never suspected a dog like herself, so physically perfect, so fragile of the mind. Physically she never deteriorated. But mentally she was shattered and the wind had blown away many a pieces. Saranna never really knew who she was. When you are born into her place, you do what you must to simply survive. It's basic instinct. You don't develop much of a self-awareness. You don't develop a personality.

For the longest time, for some odd reason, it bothered her that she was nothing more than an animal. She was a shifter of great genes and she gone far and worked hard. She would never regret what she did, but she did not feel anything remotely proud. She should be, her dream had been achieved. But there wasn't anywhere else to go, no where else to rise. For 5 years she wandered alone, just existing.

She stumbled upon her next step in life quite accidentally.

She came upon a group of dogs hunting. But she watched in mild awe as the young dogs displayed strategical hunting tactics. These were not normal dogs, the hunting part was at least 15 dogs. They were not only incredibly smart, they were shifters, she could see the human mentality behind the eyes. They were hunting a bear. Against so many dogs the bear stood not a chance, it knew it. But it went down with a fight. It would have killed a dog had Sari not stepped in. She was a Kishu, related to Akitas and it was in her blood to hunt these beasts. And she'd learned in the spare minutes of watching how to attack the animal. With her inhuman strength, she was able to leap clear above the searching paws. She latched onto the beast's muzzle with metal enforced teeth, the skin fileting beneath like paper. But her teeth hooked on the bears and caught strong as the clawed paws reached for her, only to scratch at his own face. Her weight hit the bear like a freight train and her momentum pulled the bear over backwards with such force, he landed with a body rattling crash. The bear did not rise again.

Saranna was thanked greatly for saving the youngster who would have been killed. She learned that a lot of the group before her were half shifters and a the leader coordinator, an older, flirty wolf cross, a full shifter. He introduced himself as Ajax and Saranna was quick to show her opinion in his flirty ways. The Playboy sported the scars along his muzzle until his death. Saranna was brought to the pack, helping the larger of the hunting party carry the prized trophey. She'd never thought dogs would willingly eat bear, but Ajax told her they killed to protect their land and at what they killed if it wasn't a hazard to their health.

Saranna was awed once more upon meeting the pack. She'd heard rumors in her years traveling of the Great Mountain Pack, but she'd thought it was a story to keep pups in at home at night. But it was true. Stretched out before her were nearly 60 dogs.

Saranna found a new goal in life.

Saranna joined the pack and was put under the observant eyes of none other than Ajax. She trained with the Playboy for six months, a grace period in which she was evaluated and her whereabouts checked. Once she was deemed as pack worthy she was sent to pack 'training school' where she learned pack ways. Everyone pulled their weight and the hierarchy was based on mental and physical health along with experience, not simply aggression and weight throwing. The leader was a friendly wolfdog who loved his mate dearly. The previous leader helped with running the pack, an old werewolf. Old age! The dogs here died of old age more than anything. Everyone protected everyone and everyone shared everything. The youngest, oldest, and weakest got food first. The strongest were typically last to eat because they could simply afford it. It was a pack who focused on peace. No one was allowed to fight unless absolutely necessary and words were valued as the strongest attack one had here.

It was completely different from what her whole life had been before. But she could start anew.

Saranna had found her home.

For two years Saranna learned the ins and out of pack hierarchy. She learned the mountain’s paths and secrets, studied each individual member with a critical eye to know everything about them. She took her time learning, because the feeling she got from knowing so many things others didn't was a powerful thing. And she liked power.

Saranna graduated from basic training into a specified squad, the rangers, who spent months ranging the mountains, listening for news of the other Great Packs and keeping the pack safe from a distance. They lived in pairs or thirds when out on a ‘cycle’ and guarded the pack from outside danger. They were trained to fight even though it went against the leader’s ideals, mostly because their job was to fight off anything that would require the inner pack to fight. They protected the borders along side other three-wolf squads, intersecting at meeting points every few days to relay messages and news to each other. As a ranger-in-training, her life with the majority of the pack was left behind. She’d be seen very little by pack regulars while undergoing severe training.

Saranna was assigned to a mentor, a young male Doberman named Diablos who was also the pack Beta and leader of the rangers. It was the rank of the pack that best suited his talents, even if it was poorly. At first, she resented it and actually almost left. Diablos was a cold, uncaring individual who reminded her a bit too much of herself. He even shared her metal teeth. But he was very loyal and noble, with a soft spot for pups and wounded females. Two months into her training, she was on a field exercise when a sudden severe blizzard holed her and Diablos up in a cave at near the summit of on the mountain range. Diablos confronted Saranna about her obvious contempt against him, males in general.

It was no secret, her birth place.

Saranna could not give him a proper answer, so Diablos spoke of his own life. He’d been bred too, for reasons not of love, but for war. He’d been bred for war and had killed too. He had ran as well and found himself here. “Why are you telling me this,” she had asked, torn between being angry with him for pulling her heartstrings, or feeling angry at herself for pushing him away for so long. “Because when I first saw you, dragging that bear and staring at the pack around you in awe, I didn’t see a strong, able dog. I saw a broken child begging for help but unsure of how to ask for it.”

Saranna will never forget Diablos. He became a father of sorts to her, regardless of age. Diablos had learned from his mistakes and he was making sure she would too as well.

Saranna trained under Diablos for a year, blossoming into a young, sought at after female. When she was coming up on her second year of training with the rangers, she graduated to junior ranger alongside a Czechoslovakian Wolfdog Shifter named Zev. As a junior ranger, she was given part time ranger duties and a partner, Zev. No longer did she shadow Diablos’ every move and undergo endurance and survival training. She was going out with Zev and senior rangers on ‘half-cycles’ to slowly condition herself to the lonely, long times they spent separated from the pack. She still apprenticed under Diablos, but others now had the right to request her for patrols now and she had the right to ask. She began building relationships with her fellow rangers and before long she was a bright new copper penny. Well, not quite bright, but she was new now. She was mostly whole again.

She spent two years as a junior ranger and graduated to full ranger status. As a full ranger, she would go on full cycles and she was now able to go back to a calm life among the pack. When she wasn’t on a cycle, she was playing with pups, conversing with females and mothers, challenging males to underground fights and games, and hunting with the hunters. She was slowly beginning to find herself and everyone was beginning to see her open up. They were accepting her now that she had finally truly committed herself to the pack by taking a title as Ranger.

Zev had literally waltzed into her life when they’d been assigned to each other as Junior Partners. He’d been a loud, brash, hyperactive male who liked to crawl his way under skin and poke fun at her. She’d been working at ignoring him for a long time and now that they were both full Rangers, they no longer had to spend every waking moment together. Zev had changed many things in her life. The first cycle away from him, a long three month cycle, had been torture. Diablos had led that cycle and it had been just them for three months, like old times. It had been fun, but she realized quite suddenly that she now wished for the moments when the quiet wasn’t so quiet anymore. She missed the times when Zev had pestered to the point where she had no choice but to act like a foolish young pup, if only to shut.

They no longer had to spend time together. But that didn’t mean they didn’t want.

Saranna and Zev became attached at the hip; they were suddenly the top ranger squad. They were a well oiled machine. Zev could soft her rough edges and she could sharpen his weak points. He spoke her words and she thought his thoughts. As a ranger, you can request to have another certain ranger put on a cycle with you. It was an unspoken rule to everyone on the ranger squads that Zev and Saranna were a team.

Time passed and before Saranna could blink, her four years training as a basic member and then ranger, had turned into seven years with the pack. Three years had passed after her training had been completed and she was, choronlogically at this point, 17 years old. She still had yet to ever shift into human form; she never had the need to really. She had settled into her niche among the pack perfectly. The leader who had ruled since her arrival was called upon by a neighboring Great Pack. Against Saranna and Diablos’ suggestions, the leader left with a small envoy that consist of the pack elder, himself and his mate. It was actually a routine visit. The Great Plains Pack was a close ally.

Chaos erupted that night.

The pack leaders and elders were assassinated. The pack fell into despair and disarray, a chaos not even the beloved Diablos could shift through. They needed a new leader and Diablos certainly was no looking at stepping up. He was a Beta, he was good Beta material, but not good Alpha material. He didn’t have the social skills required of Alpha. And while Saranna had started out with the social skills of brick, she had learned. Her desire for power seven years ago, the power to hold something above everyone and the time she had taken to know something personal about everyone, was suddenly not just an internal desire for power. It was her ace.

Saranna was the wild card to the pack. No one had ever suspected her capable of being the commanding type. But she did it. She will never be sure how exactly. Even if Diablos would always tell her when he knew she was thinking of it, she’d never believe his excuse ‘you were born for this.’

Saranna brought about a new age for the Great Mountain Pack. She redefined the definition of Great, ushering in a new hierarchy and stabilizing the shaky pack. She turned them into a pack known for Justice rather than Peace. Everyone was taught basic self-defense and other began training for Warriors, which she appointed to a young, spunky wolf named Roxxy. She appointed Diablos head of the Spies and she appointed the first generation of spies herself. She trained them alongside her previous mentor, father-figure, and now subordinate and still her Beta.

She rose to the expectations of being a leader of a Great pack and rose even higher above them. She was their leader, but more important than that, she was their Saranna. She was still the humble female who walked among her peers as equal and conversed with even the smallest and lowest ranking.

She appointed a Council, consisting of four elite canines of neighboring packs. She wove those neighboring packs together, expanding her terrain and network of informants to cover vast distances. The Council became an Elite group of Alphas and together, they decided the overall fate of the Great Mountain Pack they were now phased into. They were their own special packs, too far and many to live in the mountains with the original pack, but they were family now.

The spies they trained were not as actual spies, but rather members she trusted with her life. When training was finished, a select few would be dispatched to the network of packs to oversee their prosperity and be a direct link for Saranna should anything happen. They were, in essence, the leader’s face to her distant family. Saranna opened up a team of elite spies and warriors after the first year, picking a select few by hand. She turned over all duties of the spies to Diablos, who was now juggling advanced warrior training with Roxxy. Saranna dedicated all her free time into training her Elite. Her Elite became assassins and body guards. Like the spies, they were assisgned to packs not to oversee the workings but to protect the Council members and herself.

Saranna was not naïve in the least anymore. She knew she was making enemies fast without ever having met them. Zev became her personal body guard. A friendship born from hard work turned into a life long servitude. Zev would give anything for her, she could see it in his eyes. She felt horrible for always taking advantage of him, holding that undying loyalty above his head. She loved him, had loved him for years now. But she never could bring herself to say it. She came close so many times, but she never had the courage to say it out loud. Honestly, they knew. Deep down they knew.

Over time their relationship had changed and without words, entire conversations went unsaid, but acknowledged.

One year after Saranna became leader, she was traveling with an envoy to visit a neighboring ally pack. Her envoy, consisting of Senior warriors as Zev was ranging that time, was ambushed by a Great Pack from the far north and unable to handle the sheer numbers that came at them, Saranna was taken hostage. For six months, Saranna remained missing. Not a single sign could be found of her. Neither could they find one of her death. The Great Pack held strong in hopes that the lack of evidence leading to her death was true. In those three of those six months, Saranna was held hostage, beaten to within inches of her life, and raped. She escaped shortly after, though the great fight between her and Cephus permanently marked her. The right side of her face was shredded beyond repair, the damage sinking deep into the nerves.

Shortly after her escape, she stumbled upon an old personal friend who helped nurse her back to health. Not long after, Saranna found out she was with child. Astonished and disgusted, she stayed just long enough for the pup to survive without dependence on her. She left before the pup could ever remember her, leaving her in the caring arms of her friend. Saranna had once adored children and longed silently to have one of her own. But now this pup was a constant reminder of her captivity and torture. She could not raise her alone. She could not even look at the pup without feeling some level of contempt.

Saranna returned to her pack and was greeted with open arms and crying hearts.

Things began to settle down, Saranna found her routine again. But things were never quite the same again. Despite the pup’s reminder of her captivity, Saranna always managed to catch herself thinking of her daughter. Zev saw this change in her and he confronted. “You won’t talk to me; you can barely look at me anymore. You are not the same. Are you angry I failed you so?” he asked with a somber tone, knowing at least the partial answer to his question. ’Do you still love me,’ was what he was really asking.

Saranna honestly was angry with him. The first time in years they had been separated had been when he failed to join the envoy at the rendezvous point. Maybe if he had been there, she could have had her partner, her other half, to fight with. Maybe she wouldn’t have been taken and maybe Roxxy would not have been killed. Maybe Roxxy would be with her mate, Hank, right now, watching their growing pups mature and prosper. Maybe the pup she had abandoned would have been saved from her cold heart with Zev there to put his foot down. If Zev had been there, he never would let Saranna commit such a crime. Zev had once been able to read her perfectly, almost like telepathy, but she was changed now. And so was she. She lied and Zev accepted the lie, if only so they could turn a blind eye to their personal problems momentarily. It was a last ditch effort to save their relationship, whatever it was,

The bond between them was beginning to crumble and there wasn’t anything either could do to stop it.

A few months passed with her return and the pack was settling back down. Saranna would never be back to normal, but she was okay now. Until the nightmares began. Dreams of blood, gore, and screaming. An apricot body mutilated beyond recognition. But Saranna would forever remember those glass blue, husky eyes. She wasted no time. She informed the pack she would be leaving for a while, in an effort to recruit a pack member. Zev had been drifting from her, picking up ranger duties when Saranna informed him she’d be staying within the pack. The only times Zev and her were together now was when she drifted from the pack and needed protection.

Zev returned dutifully from his post and appealed to accompany Saranna on her journey. This is what their relationship had fallen to. No longer was it just assumed he’d follow; he now felt the need to always ask for permission even though Saranna would always say yes. But this time, she did not. Zev was crushed, never before had they been separated because the other chose it. Even now, when their relationship was turning into ash, their separations had always been because Zev chose he wanted to stay away. Never before had she pushed him away.

Zev watched her disappear into the snowy caps of the high mountains with a heavy heart, not knowing that she was breaking with each step she took. She could not bring him to fetch her daughter. She could not bear to have him follow in brooding silence with every opportunity to question her. When Saranna reached the old wolf’s den, she was met with an angry, snarling ball of orange fur. There was no sight of the old female and Saranna knew her time had come. The pup, her daughter, was just as her dreams had shown her.

She held no resemblance to her father.

She was a fiery apricot color with husky eyes, curled tail, and snarling, sharp teeth. She resembled a Shiba Inu in actuality, and Saranna knew quite suddenly what had happened. Line breeding had succeeded again. She was a pure shifter and thus had little influence what her parent’s dog breeds had been. She’d chosen her own breed based upon the fleeting dream images she had of her mother. It took quite some time to bring the pup around. She was only interested in making Saranna flee the area. Finally Saranna put her foot down and whipped the pup into shape with harsh blows and blunted claws. She offered the pup a place to grow and learn; a home. And while the pup was no longer that much a pup at six months, she was certainly ready to be included in something much bigger.

Her name was Kita and she despised the mother who had abandoned her so long ago.

So, unable to reveal herself as Kita’s biological mother, Saranna became her mentor and mother figure, much like Diablos had become her father. Saranna could not, and would not, leave her pack for long. She pushed Kita to her limits to return home fast. The winter was harsh, but Kita prospered and flowered. Kita, with physical strength much like Saranna’s, and the ability to shine even in the darkest of places. Kita, so like her mother, it was a physical knife in the chest when Saranna thought of how this hatred could have been avoided had she just done the ‘not-so-wrong’ thing and not abandoned her.

Saranna oversaw every single trial, test, and lesson of Kita’s training. From her basic to her Elite Guard status. The young pup rose through the ranks like a rocket. She was ambitious like her mother, but for a different reason. She wanted to be viewed upon well by others. She was, oh she was. Through the years of raising her protégé, a bond was forged, one very similar to that of the one she and Zev had once had. Kita knew at one point in time, she was a smart pup, that her mother was Saranna. But the pup could never bring herself to confront her mother nor could she rekindle the old fire that had once been there. She knew that Saranna’s tutelage and mothering later in life, the undying attention the Kishu gave her, was Saranna’s own special way of making amends. And Kita could live with it, because at night, when she slept with her mother and watched her dream, she watched the nightmares plague her.

Kita could live with it because Saranna would never forget what she had done.

Things with Zev had completely crumbled. He was the first to see the resemblance between mother and daughter. He was betrayed. He had loved her unconditionally and she could not trust him with the secret of her daughter. He had trusted her with his secrets, his brothers, father, and sister. “Once we told each other everything. Did you honestly think, even now, I’d betray your wishes, Ranna?” He had loved her once, but he’d come to find out his Ranna was not the Saranna who stood before them now. He still loved her, but he loved a different part of her, one that was locked away.

Time passed and soon, Saranna turned twenty two. Seven years of leading the Great Pack had aged her greatly, she no longer lived for herself, but now for the pack. Zev had continued to exist in the shadows, even alone in his love for the Ranna he knew was trapped beneath, but undyingly loyal to Saranna in general. Diablos found a mate and raised his own pups, ushering in a new generation of metal teeth wielding hellions that wreaked havoc on the elders and drove the mothers to their wits ends.

Kita turned five and fell in love.

She fell in love with a wolf shifter from the Great Forest Pack. It was a forbidden love; the Great Forest Pack had been enemies of the Great Mountains Pack for years now. But Logan defected from his pack, gave up his status as heir and right to the leadership, all in favor of his lover. Saranna would do anything for her daughter and she saw the undying love between the two. She supported the mating. The prince’s defection was not well received by all. The Great Forest Pack started a war. The attack was swift and they were unprepared. Completely, utterly unprepared. It was the dead of winter, rangers were spread thin and prey that year had been hard to find. Everyone was weaker than they should have been.

They came in the dead of the night, wielding torches of doom and weapons of slaughter.

They killed the guards in one fell swoop and attacked the strongest first. Saranna knew a well planned attack when she saw one. This plan had been months in the making. They stood no chance. Everyone was slaughtered and there was nothing Saranna could do about it. The night mares of Kita’s rolling head, the eviscerated Logan. They will haunt her for life. Soon all that stood were Hank, Diablos, Zev, and Saranna. In an effort to save their leader, the squad forced her to flee her home. There was nothing there for them to save anymore.

Hank was the first to fall. He scented they were being followed and told them, too late. He was cut down midrun, but a warrior to the end, took down an enemy with his own demise. A small enemy retrieval party now stood between the freedoms of Saranna’s squad. The aimed to bring them back, dead or alive. Saranna preferably alive. Diablos stayed behind first, ordering Zev and Saranna to go on, giving Zev further order to use force if necessary. They traveled for hours, pushing past their limits. Saranna was in the lead when Zev slipped off, having caught the scent of their opponents closing in. By the time Saranna realized she wasn’t along anymore, that Zev was hugging the shadows like he usually did, it was too late. She panicked, calling out for him. Had she seriously been so caught up in her thoughts that she had lost the one thing that meant the most in the world to her!

She couldn’t lose him, not without telling him.

When she turned around to go searching for him, all she found was the chain collar Zev had dutifully worn since his brother’s death and the pendant Rhea had given Diablos long ago. There were no bodies other than that of the enemy; but even then some enemy bodies were missing. Saranna stayed as long as she could, grieving of the loss of a father and a wolfdog she could never express her love for. She spent hours searching the surrounding area for signs of life or death. She found none. When another enemy patrol was growing close, she was forced to move on, but she took with her Zev’s chain and Diablos’ pendant.

Saranna ran from her past to the mortal realm. For the first time in her life, she shifted, but once she found herself in human form, she found herself unable to willing turn back into her Kishu form. When in her Kishu form, she’ll wander for hours on end, only willing changing back into the prison of her human body when utterly necessary. She haunted ever night by her failure to protect those she loved.

Life will never again be the same.

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JDCW FORUM HISTORY

First Month -
The Ghost-Boy and his Dog
For the majority of the first month in the human world, Saranna wandered, just simply trying to survive day to day. It really wasn't much of a challenge, with her instincts so strong. She was on the move constantly, forever running from her pursuers, trying to stay five steps ahead. Eventually her body could not go on, plagued by the nightmares of her catatonic episodes. She ended up in the city of New Orleans to recuperate. She didn't plan to stay long, but after a few days of resting, a boy stumbled upon her. The sight of his pitbull companion, nearly identical to another pit from her pack by the name of Buster, had her writhing on the ground in the clutches of a severe catatonic episode. The boy, a ghost by the name of Chandler, and his dog Tabitha, took Saranna home. They dressed her wounds and fed her, gave her a safe, dry, and warm place to stay. She told herself she'd only stay a day, but it quickly turned into a week and then two. Somehow she'd decided that his home was her safe house. She'd spend days away and show up at random moments. He'd always welcome her back and while she was absent more than present, she was never far.

The Black Winged Man
His name was Logan Blackfeather. His home quickly became Saranna's second go to place for shelter. It was funny, how her paws seemed to gravitate towards him. He first appeared one stormy night, and they met, at all places, in a cemetery. He took her home quite against her will, man handled her (although not roughly) and treated her as not a dog, like Chandler, but for what she truly was, a shifter, even though they could not communicate via words. After a night spent by the flames of roaring hearth, Logan was stuck with her. They were both twisted, tortured souls and seemed to find each other at the oddest moments. She began finding herself wandering around his neighborhood for hours, waiting until he got home from work to show up. Eventually he began to expect her to show up, even went as far as to leave a second story window unlocked. Saranna memorized his house layout, his habits...his voice, his likes and dislikes...

She'd fallen before she even knew it, but could not express her love for the man.  There was a wall between them that she could not overcome. 

She could not find her human form.

Second Month -
Found
Saranna knew her days of somewhat peace would be over eventually. She was being hunted, it was only a matter of time before she was found. She was tailed for a week by her pursuers before they made their move. They approached Chandler when she'd been on an extended leave from his side. While they laid out the trap to ambush the boy and his dog, they sent someone after her alone, in order to weaken her. She caught on quickly to their plan, not early enough to avoid being harmed by her single opponent. She quickly dispatched her opponent and rushed to Chandler's side. A quick brutal brawl later, Belial and Switchblade were incapacitated and Saranna managed to create an opening for Chandler and Tabitha to flee. Before they could get far, Haunt, the final opponent appeared. He attacked Chandler but Saranna intervened, and quickly lost in a one on one fight against Haunt. Her enemies wanted her alive, so fortunately Haunt didn't kill her. Saranna managed to escape and split ways with Chandler and Tabitha. She never went back, she was dangerous to them.

Lost
Saranna fled. Using the two days ice storm as cover, she put distance between her and her injured pursuers. The morning the ice storm cleared, Saranna found her way to Logan Blackfeather's side. The fallen angel had been attacked by a demon, his wings brutally ripped from his back. There was nothing Saranna could do; she could not move fast enough to find someone, nor could she shift to speak that she needed aid. Saranna, beaten and bloody, remained by Logan's side the long hours it took for him to die. Even in his death, his hand petted her in a way unlike that of a pet, but comforting none the less. He whispered what he thought she'd look like, should she ever find her true form.  She'd stayed with him, long after his breath had left, and body had grown cold. Saranna was alone again.

Not Just a Shifter
A wandering dog, bleeding and looking close to death was bound to draw attention. Eventually Saranna was found by the local dog catcher @malekaibane , who proceed to attempt to do his duty.  Attempt being the key word.  A few choice words led to Malekai essentially holding her hostage, and eventualy, the truth of her identity became known.  She'd finally found someone who knew her history, her infamy, and she was not happy about it.  Things had just suddenly become all that much messier.

TO BE CONTINUED, Up to date as of 9/5/2020