PRE-GROUP HISTORY

i. SLOW BURN:

Olega was born to a long line of Fellfangir. Her family had been part of the pack for so many generations that none quite knew how long ago they had first joined. They themselves liked to speculate that their bloodline directly descended from the first ever nomads who came together to bring Fellfang into being, travelling together across the lands and forging their lives as a pack. This why, her family liked to claim, that wolves of her blood are so adaptable. 

Her mother was a Beta Witch Doctor, and although she was not powerful, she was hugely respected for her medicinal knowledge and talents. She knew every member of the pack inside and out, having patched almost every one of them up at some point after a battle. It was during one such patch-up that a charming and ruthless young male caught her eye, and she his. He was a respected Vanguard, trained from childhood in the art of battle. The two became mates, and Olega was one of three pups from their first litter.

It was custom in Fellfang for every pup to be trained in warfare from the moment they were old enough to walk and speak. They favoured the males, but the females were not exempt, so Olega too was thrown into the vigorous training that both her father and mother had suffered before her. It seemed she had inherited much of her father's strength, and she quickly came to prove herself to be an invaluable asset to the pack. It was with great pride that her parents watched her grow from a young pup into a strong and powerful killer.  

As a young adult, beautiful and strong, and proven to be talented in combat, Olega turned more than a few heads. She was the ideal candidate for a mate; from a respected bloodline and sure to bear strong pups. But Olega would not entertain any of the males who attempted to woo her, and refuted the advances of every suitor, much to the disdain of her parents. They had hoped that she would have accepted one particular offer, from a young and cocky Shieldwolf; a coupling that would bring both families much honour. But she did not, and the spurned male was affronted. He desired her greatly. He decided she would be his, some day. Some how.

In the end it was a lone wolf who tamed the fierce Olega. His name was Kirn, and he was strong and brave, but his heart was warm and golden. Olega could not quite explain why she did not chase him away at first sight, and slowly he began to make his way into her soul, melting the ice she had been forged from. He showed her a world of kindness and compassion, things she had never been given by the Fellfangir. They met regularly, Kirn following the wandering pack from a great distance and meeting with Olega in secret. She fell for him, wholly and completely. 

But she would soon learn that the fates had deemed she could not live with a foot in both worlds. She could not remain in Fellfang, cascading across the lands and massacring other packs, not now that Kirn had helped her see how wrong and unjust this was. But she was hesitant, because Fellfang was all she had known, and she did not know if leaving to forge her own path would be the right thing to do. She loved her parents dearly, and she knew they would never accept her infraction, her loner lover. Such a thing was forbidden. She did not have the leisure of time to decide, for the wolf she had spurned some time ago had not forgotten the prize he had promised for himself. Somewhere along the line, Olega was spotted with the loner, and a sparkle of disgusting opportunity had glimmered in the Shieldwolf's eyes.

ii. IGNITE:

One day, Olega and some of her closest friends were sent out on a scouting mission, having been tipped off to the location of a rogue they had been looking to get rid of for some time, a wolf who continually snuck into their lands and stole resources. It soon became apparent
that the tip off had been incorrect; there was no sight nor sound, nor even smell, of the rogue they hunted. So they returned to the pack.

There Olega was met by a large crowd. The Jarl gazed at her with fury; her father was by his side, disappointment written across his face, and her mother stood too, her gaze averted to the ground, to ashamed to look at her own daughter. At the head of the gathering, the Shieldwolf smirked. As she approached he gestured his chin toward his lackeys. Wolves shuffled to the side to clear a space, into which four males dragged a dead weight and dropped in harshly metres away from Olega's paws. They stepped back, to give the wolf a clearer view of her beloved Kirn, his body ripped and throat torn, dead orange eyes staring straight ahead into nothing, their fire extinguished.

"You have broken the sacred laws of our pack, by taking a mate outside Fellfang without permission," The Jarl had growled through gritted teeth.

"You have dishonoured your family," Her father had said, his voice low and unforgiving. "You must right your wrongs."

The Shieldwolf stepped forward then, his face a picture of mock sympathy, slowly morphing into a satisfied and deadly smile. "Luckily the Jarl is fair and kind, Olega. As I care for you a great deal, I have negotiated a... sympathetic deal on your behalf. You will be spared - but only if you lay with me." He stalked toward her and the closeness of his body make her stomach turn and skin prickle. "You will become my mate."

For a moment she had gazed around the scene. Her mother could not even meet her gaze, her father's eyes bore through her, and her lover's eyes saw nothing at all. It was with a great deal of anguish that she realised there was nothing left for her here. She would rather die than become the lover of this... monster.

So she ran.

It was only a few weeks later that Olega realised she was carrying pups. At first the thought filled her with a sadness she could not control or erase. Every twitch of life in her stomach only reminded her of what she had lost, because she had been too foolish to break away from Fellfang when she had the chance to be with Kirn. Wracked with guilt and still relentlessly pursued by Fellfang Vanguards, Olega lost weight and strength. By the time she finally gave birth, of the three pups she had carried, only one still breathed.

Everything changed when the little puppy arrived. She was so small, so slim, a product of Olega's carelessness. But she had the same vibrant orange eyes as her father. Olega realised that as long as she had this child, she still carried a piece of her soulmate with her. They had to survive, for his sake. Her resolve was strengthened, and she vowed that nothing would come between her and her precious daughter. She named the pup Maya.

Life was better in the wild, just the two of them together. They only needed one another. They rarely passed by other wolves and when they did, Olega was quick to chase them away, too afraid that they would report her whereabouts to Fellfang, or attack them regardless. Olega doted on her daughter, teaching her everything she knew about the world. She passed on many Fellfang customs and beliefs, because despite leaving that place far behind, their ways were the only ways she had ever known. She did not love that pack any longer, but she still believed in spirits and honour. Olega was never able to bring herself to tell Maya the truth about her father, but always warned her against Fellfang, painting them as the most devious of wolves these lands had ever seen.


iii. COMBUST:
She had chosen the name Maya for her daughter, but as time passed the little wolf developed a nickname that stuck with her: Moth. She was enamoured by fire and there was nothing that could be done to stop it. It seemed harmless at first. She'd spotted the plumes of smoke from a great distance and asked her mother, with wide and furious eyes, what it was. Olega had explained that fire was both beautiful and deadly, and the little wolf had listened intently, still gazing at the far away blaze. From then on she seemed to show a great interest in fire, asking a wealth of questions - where did it come from, why was it dangerous, where could it be found? She entertained the questions for a while, assuming a natural curiosity, and even coined the nickname Moth. But after a while Olega grew concerned by the fascination. Moth did not seem to understand the gravity, the danger. One day Olega snapped at her daughter in frustration, so desperate to keep her safe from all that could harm her. They did not talk about fire again.

The name, however, stuck. And Moth did not lose her interest in fire, but rather, turned it within herself and hid it from Olega. Cutting off communication about the subject was perhaps the biggest mistake Olega had made, for in snapping at her daughter for this obsession, she snapped the smallest bond between them. It was from fear of Olega's retribution that Moth snuck away one day to get closer to a forest fire she had spotted, desperate to see it for herself. And it was this fire which burned out of control that fateful day, tearing the two apart from one another once and for all.

Olega had been quick to put two and two together, when she could not find her daughter but could smell the burn of smoke on the wind. She raced as fast as her body would carry her, muscles burning, but she was not quick enough. From an outcrop above Olega could only gaze down and watch as the fire advanced on her daughter from both sides.

"Maya. Run!"

Their eyes had met and the youngster heeded her mother's words, turning her back and racing away into the forest to escape the fires. Olega followed above, but among the trees she lost sight of her daughter. She heard the howl of pain and felt the stab of fear in her heart, leaping down from rocks to plantation to try and find her before it was too late. But there was no sign of her, no scent of her, and the fire was still advancing. It forced Olega onward, and far away from her child.


iv. COALS:
The flames had pushed her into unfamiliar lands. By the time the fire had subsided, and Olega returned to pick through the charred forest, Moth was long gone. Olega could not give up on her daughter. She was sure that she had taught the little wolf enough about the world so that she could survive, as long as she too had escaped the all encompassing fire. She began to wander, searching endlessly for her daughter. Olega checked all the places they had frequented together but no matter where she travelled, no matter how she hoped, Moth was never there.

Over time Olega began to reach out to other wolves, something she had avoided for the longest time. Desperate to find her child, she approached loner wolves and pack wolves alike in search of news about her daughter. Olega crossed great distances searching for news but never was there any sight nor scent of her, and it seemed no others had seen her either. Olega could not accept the possibility that her beloved daughter may have perished, so she continued on, even when it seemed to others like there was no hope left at all.

When the great quake shook the ground, it awakened a great fury in the belly of a mountain across the Domain. For miles around the smell of sulphur stretched, eventually finding Olega's nose. The hope that she had begun to lose reignited in her soul, as she rushed to high ground to see the magma light a distant forest like a beacon. If there was one thing she knew her daughter could not resist, it was fire. If Moth was to be found anywhere, it was where those flames were burning. And Olega had to get there.

GROUP HISTORY

In roughly chronological order of her life, not submission to DA

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