Profile of Nylah

A creature of the wild, she is built to survive, to thrive. She doesn't live a pampered life, her and her pack work everyday to ensure their way of life. And it shows. Long legs carry a lithe bodice that is wrapped in well trained muscle. Every inch of her is fit. She is a wolf of the wild. There is a feminine ruggedness to her thick coat, each fiber familiar with flecks of dirt, the occasional leaf or twig caught in tangled locks. Wherever she goes, she turns heads. Carrying herself with the grace of a queen, she moves as though the world is hers for the taking.

Captivating markings are composed of charcoal, white and cream. The underside of is dark, as though she waded through the darkest of muds. That darkness is broken up only but smeared white with samplings of cream. Her striking coat is complimented by a pair of pastel green eyes. The color is soft, feminine, but deceptively so. Don't get lost in the warm gemstones because if you get caught in her web, you won't escape.

Two faced to her very core, she shows you only what she wants you to see. Putting up a front is second nature to her, it isn't even conscious the way she smiles warmly, seemingly friendly to all those around her, Nylah is anything but friendly. Life has blackened her delicate heart and toughened her exterior. There is a savagery that lurks just beneath the surface, a craving to paint the world red with her rage. And she does - in secret. Skeletons occupy her closet, kept under lock and key from all but one. There is only one wolf she trusts explicitly and that is her sister.

TRIGGER WARNING: SA references/implications when she was ~1.5 years old

Born as the sole heir to her fathers pack, she is not what he wanted. He wanted a son, someone to continue leading the pack that had belonged to their family for several generations. But when her mother died, he refused to take another wife, heartbroken over the loss of his mate. Left to raise his daughters on his own, he raised them as sons. She was groomed rigorously to fill the role of her position. Her father crafted her just perfectly so. When he changed the game, demanding that she be wed, she didn't understand.

Before she was a year, she was betrothed. Within six months following her birthday, she was wed. It was the first time she realized her father had truly failed her. Under the oppressive thumb of an older man and at a total loss for everything that marriage entailed, she floundered and nearly drowned. Distrust festered, like an infected wound. When he died, it truly had been accident. He had come for her again and this time, she refused. When he fell over the cliffs edge in their scuffle, she panicked. Running to her father, she told him what happened. Though what she never expected what for her own father to protect him. A story was spun to save face while her husbands death was ruled an accident.

It wasn't long before her father was marrying her off a second time. But she was older now, jaded. She resented him and the marriage her forced upon her. Her second husband was only marginally better than her first. He just had the misfortune of experiencing firsthand all that she had learned. His life lasted longer - enough that her father assumed his daughter was happily wed. Nylah balked under the hand of a man. She had been raised to be an alpha, a queen in her own right. She didn't bend the knee.

This one was harder to explain. There were more whispers this time. Her father had a harder time spinning the narrative. But when there was no evidence to contrary, they all had to begrudgingly accept that it was simply another accident. Soon after, her life returned to normal and she settled back into her role. Life went on. Until talks of unifying packs began. This time, she balked openly to her father. Anyone else only knew that she would do what was best for the pack. But to her father, she refused to wed again. However, no one told her father no. Ever.

Married for a third time, she was wed to Kieran.