anathemes bio

APPEARANCE

She was beautiful, her body tall and leggy like her mother's own, with a full coat, petite paws, and slim hips that curved enough to show that she was indeed rather feminine. In fact, she was full of sultry curves that could capture the eye of any. The best trait of the woman, however, was the stare of her eyes. Her stare was ethereal, for she bore a stare of two colors, one eye having the electric tones of beryl while her other was but a pale chrome silver of which was almost white in its hues. The features of her face were finely chiseled, her muzzle slender with a black tipped nose, her ears perfectly proportioned to the size of her beautiful skull. The woman's skin, hidden beneath a pelt of unblemished white, was dark, and her pale coat was thick, long and wild, flowing like silk about her form with the slightest of movements, giving it a feathery look.

When the woman moved she was a refined creature of grace, never seeming to be in much of a hurry, though the look of her eyes combined with her an impish smirk upon those lips of black satin, was enough to charm most. Unfortunately, the smile of the woman was a rarely seen thing, for she found little in this life to smile about. More often than not, the woman's smile was the sign of wretched things to come, for she bore the most sadistic sense of humor about some things. The woman's gallop was swift, her ability to move found to be heightened in agility and speed, though she bore just as much strength as the best of them, though one wouldn't think it upon seeing the elegant build of her physique.

The voice of the woman was smooth and sultry, capable of making a curse sound pleasant, but even so she preferred to talk only when spoken to. She spoke another language, its tones easily heard in her smooth accent, and at times she was found to speak in her mother tongue as well. Her voice even so was only ever soft and level, unless one was to threaten her. When angered she became a harbinger of glory, beauty and gore, her pelt billowing about her like wisps of clouds that were beautiful enough to cause the angels envy in itself. Thankfully, her rage was almost never seen thanks to how reserved and well kept her emotions were. Despite her pale looks, it was a rare thing that she should be seen unless she wished it, and even then it was hard to tell whether it would be a good thing that the apparition revealed herself or not.

Update When challenged to a dominance fight by Vitarra, Malmordre's beta female, Anatheme gained a scar upon her face when the Black Widow was defeated as a cruel 'gift' to her new life as the Beta female of Malmordre.



PERSONALITY


She is cold and calculative, always in control of the situation, whether you are aware of it or not. She is often contemplative and brooding and unlike some dominant females, she maintains her signature of commanding presence and authority. She can be best described as a lone wolf, relying very little on outside help to accomplish her goals. is a strong willed, determined woman who shows no fear and has a strong resolve in anything she believes in.
She may appear sweet and innocent on the outside, but she has a darkness inside of her that most find unsettling. Though she claims that she's unlike the rest of her kind and only wants to help, she's not an easy person to trust. She's mysterious, secretive, and an expert at stringing people along by dropping information only when she thinks its necessary.

The woman is known for the way in which she carries herself with a feminine grace and allure that is her own. She is a piece of art and knows it, excuding the allure of a goddess of which never wanes in how refined and regal it is no matter the situation. Her father once spoke that she would be the 'devourer of hearts' for she was always one that males settled their eye upon. Despite the masculine attention surrounding herself, however, she's not one to truly mingle or flirt with males unless there is something she can truly gain from it. She is pleased in her life of independance and will allow nothing to cage her. She loathes males who think little of females, and often looks upon males as worthless pigs used for breeding alone. Respect to males is earned and not simply given for this young lassy isn't one to simply roll over and submit just because a large male turns his stare upon her. In her eyes, ranks mean nothing - action and intelligence do, for both can be as deadly as the other.

The woman is a proud one and it is seen in the way she carries herself, though she is also quite comfortable with her sexuality. More than comfortable in her pelt, she has learned the arts of manipulation to turn the cards in her favor, though when she wants something, there is little to no negotiating with her. You either work with her or get out of her way. No matter the surroundings, however, she remains calm and refined, ever so callously charming in the fact that she is able to remain composed no matter what. If one should ever see even a taste of her harsh tongue, it would send chills. For even then her condescending tones ripple out from her soft lips with sultry tones that cut like blades. The woman, however, remains settled bearing her charming and relaxed smile.

Loyalty and respect are things rarely given, but earned. Once you have been given her loyalty, the woman is unshakeable until you give her yet another reason to relinquish the hold her loyalty has to you. Once loyalty and respect is lost, don't bother chasing the woman for you'll only be met by the sting of fangs and the scent of your own crimson. She is tactical, and for the thought of revenge to enter her mind whilst she gazes upon you, should be enough to send you packing. Once she desires revenge for having been crossed, you'll never see the end of her until she has carried out her own mission to make you writhe in the gravel and beg. begging only gets you so far, however, and the rest is up to whether she's feeling merciful or not.



HISTORY

October (year three) defeated Vitarra after being attacked and took on Beta female rank of Malmordre.
(year four) she is now mated to Areliam DeArc and has three sons. Frey, Purge and Cloud.

(year five) - Purge and Cloud are lost due to winter. while Areliam and frey return. In june of year five, Anatheme loses Areliam and Frey. (taz left Method) and is left alone. Devastated, she takes a turn for the worst. Her light snuffed out, she is no longer the sweet female others knew her as, but becomes a mercurial and violent individual, having grown bitter and sick from a broken heart.