Name: Hawe
Shanak: Water
Class: Balancer
Level:Stats:Pride: Born in Uhawe, currently looking for a new home.
Family: Estranged from family, believes cubs to be dead
Personality/Background: It was a normal start...or normal enough as normal goes. Hawe was born into a loving and thriving family of the Uhawe pride and took to the chill and the snow instantly. While it was amusing to watch the cub pounce about the snow for unsuspecting (most likely imagined) prey, the pride did feel for the mother. How was one supposed to keep her warm when all she did was roll about the snow?
As she grew, her mother and friends began to notice the drift of snow that seemed to...stick with her. Not completely at first...but it seemed like she was always surrounded by tiny snow flakes. Hawe barely noticed of course. Snow was snow, and any snow in her vicinity was fine by her.
Winter would melt into Spring...but the snow remained with Hawe. It was a puzzlement at first, but the family and pride simply began to joke that she spent so much time rolling around in the snow that they became one. Hawe loved it...no matter what season she could always see the sparkling flakes fluttering about her. Yet with every gift comes a drawback. The constant flakes about her seemed to drain her somewhat physically. As she matured, Hawe learned that this frosty film about her was nothing more than a side effect of her psionics.
Through the years, Hawe spent most of her time with the boys. Hunting. Wrestling in the snow. It simply appealed to her far more than cub sitting. While she was still young her parents didn't think much of it at all. Like the rest of the girls, Hawe would soon see the magic in raising cubs and stop wrestling around like a fool in the snow.
Like clockwork, she fell. He was handsome. Brave. Smart. Crippled...Okay so that wasn't a part of her parents plan but Hawe rarely stuck to the norms of society. So what if the corleo of her dreams had a crippled leg? It was the heart and mind (and a sexy mane) she had fallen for. That's what really mattered? Right?
Against both of their parents wishes, Hawe and her lover became pregnant. Luckily for them, the first part of pregnancy was in the warmer months. While her love had trouble hunting on his own, he was managed just enough for her to stay healthy with the cubs. Unfortunately, winter began to creep up on them and Hawe had to learn the hard way that snow couldn't always be magical. it was nearly impossible for him to hunt enough for the four of them once the cubs were born. The deep snow was simply too much on his leg. Refusing to allow her cubs to starve and love to suffer in pain and guilt, Hawe took on the duty of hunting while her lover remained behind with their cubs.
It didn't take long for the pride to begin to talk. A mother out hunting and the father with the cubs? For some odd reason it boggled their minds and angered their hearts. It was wrong. If the male was unable to provide for his family then he simply shouldn't have one...and the mother? How could a mother that loved her cubs leave them in the cold?
Hawe didn't understand. The family was being fed and the cubs were kept safe and warm. That was the important part. That was all they needed. Only her lover didn't feel that way. He was humiliated and found himself leaving their home as soon as she returned with the prey. He simply couldn't look at her. Eventually his family and friends managed to talk him into leaving her and the cubs. It was for the best...for everyone. Not waiting for Hawe to return home, he abandoned their family to their care of the pride and destroyed what was left of their home.
When Hawe returned that night with her kill...she returned to nothing but her old friend the snow. The flakes drifting about her as she looked upon an empty home and the signs of a lost family. Her home in shambles and heart shattered, Hawe believed her cubs to be lost forever.
Not able to forgive her family or pride, Hawe left her kill to the snow and disappeared into its billowing drifts. There had to be a place out there better than this. A place without silly traditions. A place without memories...and a place without snow.
Likes: playing rough, physical activity, exploring, being clean
Dislikes: Gender roles, strict tradition, snow, other corleos cubs,
Cert: linku
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