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Eve is a tall and lanky she wolf, her fur a pale creamy off white in color. Vivid golden eyes peer from her slender face. Gold highlights her eyes, surrounding them like carefully painted liner and dips down to her pale nose. Her forehead bares the well-known cursed marking, a twisted crescent moon marking. Beside them are five circle markings, descending downwards and decreasing in size. Higher up, ten spikes protrude from her forehead, the inner being the tallest and decreasing in size as they go around her forehead. Around both ears are cuffs lined with proud golden feathers that stand above her ears and end low towards her jawline. Traveling down her slender frame, two grand wings spread from her shoulder blades. The tops are the same white as her body; her lower large feathers are the same shimmering gold. Along the top of her wings and traveling the border are set several eyes in a row, each of them golden, independent and fully functional. Further down her body, her lanky hips fade down into a long and silver tail, thick strands hanging from underneath. All four limbs are thin and tall, long and thick fur feathers them. Overall, Eve is sleek and powerful, a cunning witch disguised as an angel.

Stubborn, Possessive, Dominant, Machiavellian, Bloodthirsty Eve is a secretive and sly woman, cloaked in the guise of an angel harboring the soul of a witch. She is bold, showing a fearless and reckless nature at times. She has no sense of empathy for the suffering of any creature, but instead finds morbid fascination in it. Eve is not a deeply emotional creature, and tends to show a subtle dominant side for the most part. She is not easily intimidated by words or expression, but takes more note on actions. Eve is also highly stubborn and independent; she does not take kindly to being told what to do or by others trying to think for her. Heavy influences from most others are a trigger for the curse that lingers underneath. Eve has been known to seek trouble in her time, getting herself into many close calls within battles. The lone female also suffers a terrible bloodlust, a curse bestowed upon her and her close sister for making a blood sacrifice of their mother to their god Ixion on the Ghostflowers, a blasphemous act to Sol and Luna. Spilling the blood of such an innocent and devout woman brought upon her two daughters a harsh darkness, a thirst for blood. The ache runs deep within Eve, most uncontrollable at night and most intensified under the full moon. The hunger has brought on a new form cannibalism within her, desperate to quench the aches the curse has caused her. Because of the treatment of her father and her sister’s father, this curse has become closely tied to her sexual identity, and thus the sight of blood or pain can bring out a lustful side to her. Deeper beneath the surface, Eve is an intelligent woman, crippled slightly by distractions of her past and present circumstances, but otherwise quite a capable woman. There is a deeply rooted sense of loyalty and protective nature to the very few that could reach her core, and currently it only belongs to Indira her sister and Isilzheha.

Analise was a devout woman, brought up in a Sanctuary that worshiped both gods, Sol and Luna. She had pledged her life to them, a life of servitude and celibacy to honor them. She was young, beautiful, a favored priestess of her Sanctuary and those that she reached out to help. Everyone knew of her spoke of her great promise and favor with the gods, and how she would do wonderful things. It was a tragedy the day she went missing, so many looked and wept for her loss. Many found comfort in the thought she may be in a better place, embraced by the gods, but she had reached a new level of hell. Her captors were two rogue males, Isilzheha and Anor, cruel and barbaric beasts that fed on her every tremble and shiver. The priestess was soon stripped to her core, shattering all she had ever been, barely surviving the year she spent with the two males, victim to their sadistic appetites. Within the next year, she became pregnant, much to the disinterested of the two that held her captive. She soon gave birth to two white daughters, adorned in the mark of the cursed.

Despite the cruelty of her captors, and her pledges to the gods, Analise was a rather doting mother. She tended to her two daughters, struggled to defend them from the cruelest actions of their father’s, but she realized quickly how her daughters were morphed into the vile things they would become. Despite her best efforts to nurture peace and love for the gods within them, they seemed sick to her like the males that had put them in her womb. Eve, especially, lingered after Isilzheha, taking every vicious attack and brutal rape as if he were a lover and not her captor. The actions and mentality of her children frightened her. Eventually, the woman found her escape, and though she tried to bring her daughters with her, the refused and stayed behind with their father’s cruel pack. The mother’s disappearance was perfectly fine with Eve, as well as their fathers. For some time the two sisters stayed with their father’s pack, but eventually split off in search of a new home and more trouble to get themselves into. Soon enough they found themselves in Adymeria, and learned of the Sol and Luna gods along with another they desperately began to serve. Ixion the blood god.

Devoted to this god, they began to make intense rituals in his name and honor, typically a loner they would stumble upon and seduce away from prying eyes, maybe a lone pup they found or a strong beast, even the blood of their own bodies. One evening, hunting for their next blood letting, they came across a familiar face, the same golden eyes that lay within their skulls on the pale woman’s face. Their mother, Analise, greeted them as if they were friends, eager to tend to them and see to their safety. Wicked intentions brought them to the Ghostflowers where their mother had found a new refuge and another way to serve the gods Sol and Luna. With silent agreement the sisters tortured and sacrificed the woman on the flowers in the name of Ixion. A mistake on their part, as the gods had granted Analise much favor for her devotion through so many trials of her life. That night they were taken by a blood curse, a deep and unsettling aching thirst that could not be entirely quenches, and grew more intense for each in different ways. Each would become a beast in search of their meal but never find it.

A year or so has passed since they were cursed, and now they linger and wander Adymeria, drifting apart and back together again, seeking one another and blood to feed themselves and their bitter god.