Enid Suzanna Quent

Under the Eye of the Full Moon
Pain. Pain and fear. The smell of metal, antiseptic and chemicals; the sounds of howling and flesh cutting, both sometimes her own. The feeling of so many scars, alterations and additions, and feverish hallucinations of white-coated spectres and their tools.

Then she'd wake up, sometimes throw up in a bush, and move on with her walk through the forests. Scattered memories and the odd ache and pain, always there and nipping at her like a lapdog. Her fangs ached for the taste of fresh meat, her brain whirling as she tried to piece together what had gone on the day before. Sometimes, her mind would feel as if it was dropping from her own head, a fog cast over what remained. There were flashes of her walking, eating and growling, but she could barely remember what they all led to. Even further into her memory was mere shadow, her own childhood, past and old experiences a complete blank. What had happened to cause such darkness, and with it, a pain that wracked her almost constantly?

She could remember, at least, the night of her First Change. An argument between her mother and father that had led to blows; her father had been loving once. Then, he went off to some sort of faraway conflict, and came back broken and violent. Her mother was crying, bruised, and begging for something from him. Enid remembered a glint in his hand, thinking it was a knife.

Roaring. Snarling. Tearing of flesh and bone, man and woman. Her parents painted across the kitchen, and the only memory of that her mother's terrible screams. Enid Suzanna Quent had gone back to the house, only to find shredded corpses and claw marks. She had run, and there had been other wolves to comfort her...how young had she been? She couldn't remember, but she had been young. Just a pup, a little frightened whelp, so scared of her father she had thought about killing him to escape.

Wish granted.

There had been more wolves...her first glimpse of the Shadow was with them. There had been terror, abandonment, and a raging, bull-machine beast that bellowed anger and grinding sounds. She had screamed, but she had also tore and ripped, smashing left and right just to get away. Terrified cries became angry howls, and all that time, she made a ruckus heard all over the city's Shadow. The bloody work, unsubtle as it was, nevertheless impressed the pack; that day, she became Unun-Askska-Ina-Ki'unag — in human's English, "She-Who-Screams-In-Darkness".

There had been travelling, separation, a time on her own. Wandering as a lone wolf, on her own and free to do as she pleased. She stuck to the woods, keeping the Shadow there clear of human influence. Then people had come, followed by a struggle; they were after her, specifically. The men in white had been there...then there had been darkness...and the cages. Oh God, the cages and the metal and the needles and the smell —

No. No, she couldn't think about that. Had to keep going. Had to keep following the highway into a forest — a forest so empty, so pure, it would be perfect. Deep, wild and untouched, pure beauty; something...someone would be jealous, she couldn't remember. Had to keep going, had to keep moving along, had to find a place to hide. The trees were tall, the roads distant; she could barely hear them in Urshul and Urhan. It was the perfect place for a predator to hide, especially one who knew she was, somehow, wounded.

Staggering with a limp, panting from heat and exertion, Enid stalked into the treeline of the farthest reaches of the Chattahoochee. Twigs cracking beneath her paws, all was quiet at the sound of the approaching predator.

Appearance
Her back-length, straight stringy hair is a golden brown, often lightened by the sun into a darker wheat-blond. Perhaps fittingly of her wolf blood, her eyes are in the golden brown spectrum of amber; they are always darting, always watching. Enid is often covered from head to toe in dirt, and covered in several, noticeable scars from years of fighting. One especially large one goes diagonally up her torso, from her left shoulder to her right hip. Her hands and feet are also callused, and she is often bandaged up because of some wound or another. Her hands and feet are constantly wrapped with whatever bandages she can find/make, and her 5'6" build is lean, athletic and apple-shaped.

In her wolven forms, Enid takes the shape of a lean, mountain-born wolf, with a pelt that mixes light and yellowish greys with tawny highlights, similar to this specimen pictured. The saddle marking on her back is a dark brown, with collars of that colour accenting her neck and chin. In her wolf forms, she is missing patches of fur around her scars, making visible seams in her pelt.

Threads
Much like a book, Enid's story is sorted into "chapters", which consist of a fluctuating number of threads that revolve around a certain time period. All are loosely connected by some sort of association; for example, the first "chapter" revolves around Enid's arrival and first days in the Chattahoochee Forest, plus the satellite events around that. The entirety of Enid's story is called The Wolf Must Hunt.

THE WOLF MUST HUNT

Chapter One

- Mathir Ninna - http://thedirge.net/forum/viewtopic.php?p=5145#p5145

- Let No Sacred Place.... - http://thedirge.net/forum/viewtopic.php?p=5267#p5267

- Doing Some Stargazing - http://thedirge.net/forum/viewtopic.php?f=4&t=295

- Turned Inside Out - http://thedirge.net/forum/viewtopic.php?f=4&t=327

- With A Rebel Yell! - http://thedirge.net/forum/viewtopic.php?f=4&t=308

- Lair - http://www.thedirge.net/forum/viewtopic.php?f=4&t=357

- Looking For Friends In All the Wrong Places - http://thedirge.net/forum/viewtopic.php?f=4&t=403

- One Normally Does Not Travel So Far - http://thedirge.net/forum/viewtopic.php?f=5&t=385

- Lover's Lane - http://thedirge.net/forum/viewtopic.php?f=5&t=404

- Decay and Denned Earth - http://thedirge.net/forum/viewtopic.php?f=4&t=418

Chapter Two

- The First Step - http://thedirge.net/forum/viewtopic.php?f=4&t=417

- This Forest Is Mine Alone - http://thedirge.net/forum/viewtopic.php?f=4&t=434

- Hunters and Geniuses and Werewolves, Oh My.... - http://www.thedirge.net/forum/viewtopic.php?f=4&t=424

- On Enlightened and Savage Worlds - http://thedirge.net/forum/viewtopic.php?f=4&t=438

- Pay Each Spirit In Kind - http://thedirge.net/forum/viewtopic.php?f=4&t=449

- Ralunim - http://thedirge.net/forum/viewtopic.php?f=4&t=473

- Bog Duty - http://thedirge.net/forum/viewtopic.php?f=4&t=478

- Irralunim - http://thedirge.net/forum/viewtopic.php?f=4&t=483

- Hunting Night - http://thedirge.net/forum/viewtopic.php?f=4&t=432

- Pile-Up - http://www.thedirge.net/forum/viewtopic.php?f=6&t=451

Chapter Three

- Imru Woman and Ursufgutha - http://www.thedirge.net/forum/viewtopic.php?f=4&t=489

- Black Waters - http://www.thedirge.net/forum/viewtopic.php?f=4&t=523

- Searching For A Beast - http://www.thedirge.net/forum/viewtopic.php?f=4&t=527

- A Wolf's Eye View - http://www.thedirge.net/forum/viewtopic.php?f=4&t=562

- Flock and Shepherd - http://www.thedirge.net/forum/viewtopic.php?f=6&t=541

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