Dawn
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Name: A collection of sniffs, grunts, nuzzles, and warm feelings of fondness which translate to "Dawn at Winter's End" Nickname: Dawn Age: 2 years old, human form is a young teen Gender: Girl Species: Wolf-born Garou (Red Talon) Auspice: Ragabash, the New Moon Nature/Demeanor: Deviant/Child Occupation: Questioner of Ways Favorite Color: She hasn't decided, she just found out about a bunch of new colors Favorite Food: Raw, bloody mutton, Fattened rabbit, Mushrooms, Vanilla cake Likes: Napping in a big pile with her siblings Dislikes: Getting barked at by her elders Best Traits: Optimistic, Curious, Open-minded Worst Traits: Easily intimidated |
Appearance
Dawn is a young wolf of adult size, if not adult demeanor. Her brown pelt is thick and fluffy, especially in the cold parts of the year, and she looks fairly normal overall apart from one curious feature. Running up the bridge of her nose and blending through her forehead is a splash of blood-red fur. Its meaning eludes most humans, but to Garou it's obvious. She is a werewolf of Red Talon lineage.
Like other Red Talons, her human form stands out somewhat compared to actual humans. She's scruffier than even a boy of her age; the tops of her hands are hairy, sideburns creep down her cheeks, and her eyebrows blend together. Her red marking remains in the form of red bangs that look as though they must have been dyed.
Still, it's not impossible for her to pass as a human, not nearly. Especially since, unlike most Talons, she does make an effort. She's more alike to other girls than she is different, what with her baby fat and button nose and air of innocent mischief.
She's often unkempt, with messy hair and clothes pulled inside-out so the neckline tag doesn't touch her skin. She might pile on layers even when it's not that cold, because she likes the weighty, secure feeling. Due to an intolerance for the "fake smells" other humans are so fond of, she prefers to wear what she wore yesterday rather than suffer the reek of fresh detergent.
It's pretty rare to see her in Crinos, the War Form. She tends to avoid the sorts of situations that call for it, and she's terrified of the way it makes her blood boil over with Rage. But at the end of the day, she is a Garou, the War Form is a part of who she is. When pure brawn is needed, she becomes a great big snarling monster, coming up at around 9 feet tall.
Whelp's Compromise
No self-respecting Red Talon would ever associate with humans, or forgive mankind of its sins. Not while they still defile the earth, and wolf populations continue to shrink. But is every single human guilty? Every last one? Even their newborns and the weakest among them? If human evil is something innate and irremovable, what does that mean for the Red Talons – wolves that become men?
Questions like these grate on the ears of Dawn's elders, but she's in a unique position to voice them.
Dawn was born beneath the Hidden Moon, the Fool's Moon, patroness of assassins, spies, tricksters and devil's advocates. This particular pup is no assassin, hers is the thankless role of playing the contrarian. In a tribe as rigid, conservative, and hateful as the Red Talons, this takes guts. Dressing her defiance as forgivable, childish faux pas is a skill all its own, and one she has to rely on until she's a bit more articulate, and a lot braver.
As much as she might annoy them, the Talons do care about Dawn, and she cares for them. Dawn is loyal to her family and committed to her duties as one of Gaia's ever-dwindling army. She has a good heart and knows evil when she sees it, and that's why they aren't too afraid of letting her venture into human towns and cities behind their backs.
Soon she will realize there's nothing for her there. Only grime and pollution and all the other horrible things humans create.