C'était stupide. C'est complètement idiot.
"Ils ne méritent pas notre aide." Keller grondait en colère alors qu'elle s'accrochait près du côté de l'Alpha de son sac, les yeux ambres éblouissants dans les beaux escaliers qu'ils montèrent à la tanière du chef du Coven, "et nous n'avons pas besoin de la leur." Ses commentaires ont été accueillis avec de faibles grognements, des avertissements de fermer ou de retourner, et elle a rapidement cessé de pleurnicher, tournant son attention vers le plafond. Une maison si élégante, si grande et blanche et pourtant suffocante. C'est désolant. C'était différent de la grande forêt remplie de vent juste à l'extérieur, et il a laissé Keller avec un tel sentiment de peur qu'elle ne pouvait tout simplement pas arrêter de trembler. Les deux sont finalement arrivés au deuxième étage, et son Alpha a rapidement fait son chemin vers une porte et est entré, lui demandant de rester à l'extérieur jusqu'à ce qu'il ait fini de parler avec l'autre chef. Ses protestations se sont heurtées à un regard en colère, puis elle était seule, tremblant à l'intérieur des murs confinés du hall.
Il y avait un léger bavardage en bas, la plupart sonnaient comme des disputes ou des commérages, mais Keller l'utilisait comme quelque chose pour la garder occupée, jouant un jeu silencieux qu'elle n'avait inventé que quelques secondes auparavant. Son dos s'appuyait contre le mur, et ses oreilles s'accrochaient sur certaines voix, puis ces voix seraient soit distinguées, soit ignorées. Ce jeu a continué jusqu'à ce qu'une présence inconnue entre dans le hall, et elle s'est tournée pour voir l'homme de la main droite du leader, Nat-quelque chose. Keller permit à ses yeux d'éblouir au sol pendant que ses mains s'accrochaient aux griffes, préparées pour toute attaque non désirée, mais elle semblait être ignorée, et il se tenait plutôt devant la porte où l'Alpha était entré. Soudain, la porte s'est ouverte, et le vampire n'a pas bougé, il s'est tenu comme une pierre alors que son Alpha sortait de la pièce. Il y a eu un moment de silence épais, et Keller a failli sauter sur l'homme stupide, mais tout a été coupé court comme une voix féminine appelée le gars Nat et a permis à l'Alpha de revenir dans le hall. Elle s'approcha de l'homme plus grand, le regardant avec des yeux profonds,
"Comment ça s'est passé?" La situation a été expliquée alors qu'ils ont commencé le court trek en bas, et tout ce qu'elle pouvait faire était de hochement et soupirer. Au bas des marches, Keller a reçu l'ordre de partir et de rejoindre le Pack. Son travail était de garder tout le monde calme, ce qui n'était pas exactement le meilleur genre de travail pour quelqu'un si excitable, mais elle a fait de son mieux jusqu'à ce que le leader du Coven descende enfin pour se tenir sur le pas inférieur aussi bien.
« Nous devons nous entendre beaucoup mieux que nous ne l'avons été autrement, nous perdrons cette guerre et ceux qui nous intéressent. Marché conclu?" le vampire a parlé, et Keller s'est moqué de son caractère décontracté, mais a rapidement fixé son expression comme un grognement familier et l'éblouissement a été tourné vers elle. Le reste du Pack écoutait assez doucement le discours, les visages montrant leur colère et leur agacement, mais d'autres sages, ils étaient calmes et polis. La réunion s'est terminée par une interruption, la deuxième au commandement du Coven. Quelque chose à propos d'eux étant découvert. Immédiatement, les Packs et les membres du Coven commençaient à murmurer, se regardant avec inquiétude. Keller a essayé de les calmer, mais hélas elle avait perdu le contrôle dans son groupe. L'Alpha revint de son côté et fit taire les commérages d'une écorce forte.
Riley était revenu à l'étage, se préparant probablement à la "réunion" qui avait été mentionnée, et Keller s'est tourné vers l'Alpha, la curiosité a atteint son sommet,
"Qui les attendait?" Elle s'interrogea tranquillement, à laquelle il répondit avec une lueur et une vague de la main, comme pour la brosser, et avec une renifle, elle retourna dans le Pack et commença à se mêler et à bavarder comme les autres.
Je ne suis utile à rien d'autre, semble-t-il.
Willow Rudi Keller

"Get busy living or get busy dying."
Nickname:
Keller or Will. Absolutely hates to be called Willow.
Age:
Gave up on counting when she turned 110. Appears to be in her early 20s.
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Pansexual
Species:
Werewolf
Role:
Beta
Appearance:
Keller is a rather grubby girl, with pale, normally bruised skin, long white-blonde hair, and expressive amber eyes. Stands at about 5'6 feet and is extremely thin and lanky, weighing only about 90 pounds at most. What she lacks in strength and muscle, she makes up with speed, thus leaving her to be very underweight and light. Her face is narrow, normally hidden behind tangled layers of blonde, and is fairly pretty despite her crazed grins and glaring, burning eyes. Normally wears darker-colored outfits and especially likes shirts and pants and dresses that are comfortable and easy to move in. Always wears the same pair of combat boots, which are large and clunky and very worn. Doesn't care much for her appearance, so her face is normally makeup-less and covered with dirt or oils or even blood depending on the time of day. Her arms and legs and torso are covered in many scars and bruises from falls and fights and hunting. As a wolf Keller is lean and quick. Her amber eyes are brighter than in her human form and her pelt is somewhat shaggy, but healthy.
Personality:
Keller is a rather... Wild soul. She is desperate for a fast-paced type of life and can normally be found running through the woods, giggling her strange giggle, or even exploring the city's rooftops if she's feeling extra adventurous. Cunning but aggressive, Keller rarely gets along with others outside of her pack, and only finds interests in those that can match her crazy attitude or her slyness. A consistent liar, Keller is rather good at feigning innocence and can twist the truth very gradually around her finger if she ever needs to. To her, life is a large game to play, and because of this mindset she is very rarely serious, which can be good or bad depending on the situation. Loyal to her friends and family, Keller will never leave anyone she knows in need, yet to strangers she is strangely abrasive and cruel.
Surprisingly somewhat of an intellect, she is someone who is good at thinking up plans during fast or stressful situations, and this leads to Keller being a know-it-all who enjoys flaunting her knowledge on seemingly meaningless things, like plants and tracks and human wars. Extremely stubborn and strong-willed, Keller will rarely back down from a challenge and will always fight for what she believes is right, despite her lack of strength. Very moody, there are times when she can be happy one second and depressed the next. As a wolf she is much more territorial and dislikes people getting too close, both mentally and psychically.
History:
Keller was born, one snowy night, into a family that only consisted of only a mother and father. Her father, who went by Jez, was the very rough and tough beta of the pack, while her mother, Marie, was as soft and kind as anyone scout could be. Both were of werewolf decent, and because of this their little Willow was born into the power as well. They lived a quiet life within a close knit pack, content and bountiful in both food and love, and the family couldn't be happier. As she grew, it became evident that Keller was very interested in being an Alpha wolf one day, despite her family's words of discouragement. She began to fight more, begged to join her father on hunting missions, and also became very interested in books and listening to her mother's knowledge on other creatures and plants. Dreams became ambitions, and on one sunny day she suddenly challenged the their pack's Alpha to a duel.
Needless to say, she became a laughing stock. 'How dumb could this female be?' They would ask, 'She's barely over the age of twenty and still believes she can take on OUR Alpha? Ha!' And she was teased, nicknamed "Weepy Willow", and eventually she grew tired of her own name and began calling herself Keller. Her parent's, despite being gossiped about, still tried their best to love and support her. It took a few weeks for everything to die down again, and Keller, now feeling defeated and weak, became much more aggressive and secretive then before. Life slowed to a snails pace, and soon she was lost in a rut.
One day, while Keller was lazing around in the trees, she met another girl named Sara. A lone wolf, pretty, and so different from the life Keller had been witnessing. They talked, discussed their lives, and eventually began to meet up every night to discuss their days and explore the forest together.
And it was a good change.
Slowly, they grew closer, going from acquaintances, to friends, to lovers. Their meet ups were kept a secret, as to save Will anymore unneeded teasings, and life once again became exciting. One day, while lazing around under the moon, Sara suggested that they go hop around the city rooftops. Keller, at first being kind of hesitant, finally caved and they spent the rest of their night spying on the creatures of the city, leaping from roof to roof with ease, laughing and crying with fright and excitemnt. Keller had more fun in that one night then she had any other time in her life. When the sun began to rise the two parted ways with a kiss and expected to see each other later on that day, but in the end it didn't turn out that way.
When Keller arrived at their meeting place once the moon was up again she was met with a ghastly sight. Sara, the once beautiful, crazy, blue-eyed and golden haired girl, was strung up on their meeting tree like a fish. Her face, once pale and dirty, was blue and bloated, with blood and saliva dripping from her mouth and nose. Her thick sweater, the only article of clothing hse owned, was ripped open, and words were carved deep into her flesh. They read: "A warning. Watch out for us." in deep reds and browns. Keller was horrified, sickened, and utterly furious. She ripped through the woods in a flurry of rage, screaming out in anger until someone from her pack found her and attempted to calm her down.
And Sara was gone.
So, Keller was once again devoured by her pack's life, and this time, she did not seek freedom from the rut and instead focused on aiming for the top once more. She trained, fought, taugh herself, and once both her parents were dead and gone she managed to claim her father's role as Beta of the pack.
Other:
Theme
- Avid smoker.
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