Whiskey, although looks like your average Houndour, is in fact slightly larger than the average size. Her muscles are well defined due to her fine fur, but this also shows the flaws. Faint scars and a markings decorate her, though most have faded over years, the most notable scar is long claw marks from an older Houndoom on her left shoulder.

Whiskey is probably what the average teen is like. Brave in a sense where she will be first to fight should it arrive, and impatient on her own behalf when she doesn't understand something or messes up. She likes to learn and will do her absolute best to master something, anything to build onto herself and improve herself. Stories of the past also indulge her. She had heard many stories regarding the past, even her packs own versions on what happened. She feels as though this shaped her to be how she is today.

Between the howling and sniffing, she's pretty normal as far as she thinks.

The temperature was dropping, meaning nightfall was soon on the way. A small, two foot black dog raised its head and let out a howl that sounded beautiful yet ominous into the night sky. Within seconds, a second howl called back, and the black canine made a move toward sound. Rare shines of light hit the floor, flashing only glimpses of what the dog looked like. A redish-orange muzzle and underbelly with short pointed ears, along with a white skull on top of its head followed by two white bones over the back and white bone like rings above each paw. It was for certain: this was a Houndour.

As the canine approached a ravine, it slowed its pace before being greeted by a voice. "So you're finally back, Whiskey. Go, and join your brother." Ears pricked, the canine detected a sense of agitation in the voice, and turned. Before her stood an elegant looking Houndoom with one broken horn. Whiskey straightened and nodded. "Of course Akala.". She wasted no time to find her brother. He was only a few minutes older than her, but Whiskey was bigger and a more formidable foe. She spotted the runt hiding among the gnarled up roots of a pine tree, and greeted him as she sat beside him. She didn't even get out the full greeting before he cut her off.

"Akala is mad again. I compromised the hunt today." he started clawing the ground in frustration. "I hesitated, and they got away. Akala wasn't happy.." he flashed Whiskey a painful look of sadness. Whiskey frowned. Since Akala became the new alpha, the pack seemed disorganized and hostile. She felt sympathetic for her brother; being scorned and given negative feedback constantly is not what makes you learn to improve, but makes you learn to fear. "I'll take you out tomorrow. We will practice together, and you'll show Akala the real you." she tried to sound hopeful, but her brother simply stared at the dirt and gave a slight shrug.


The next few days, Whiskey took her brother out hunting, which turned out to be unsuccessful. No matter how many times they practiced, he just couldn't get the execution down; often hesitating and missing his mark. "That's alright. You were much closer this time. You'll have it down in no time." her brother shot her a look. "I'm going home, Whiskey." and turned tail before she could say a word. She stood in the woods, alone, staring at were her brother was. She was frustrated that she couldn't help him more, but what else can one do? At least I'm trying.



Three moons had passed, and Akala was getting more and more impatient with Whiskey's brother. She had even nipped him a few times to draw blood, but it was never in front of anyone. Her brother simply came home, told the pack he fell or whatever, but in truth told Whiskey what she was doing. "If she ever does that again, yelp! I'll be there, and so will the others. That is not pack life." she grew hot with rage, and growl rumbled in throat. How dare she attack him! What kind of lowlife alpha is she!?

Her dark eyes glared at the broken horned Houndoom from across the clearing. There Akala stood, watching her own pups play happily in the center with a moss ball. Akala must've felt she gaze, and she looked right at Whiskey, narrowing her eyes. Akala bared her teeth, and Whiskey had to force herself to look away. She wouldn't be able to win in a fight against her. Not yet.

Th next day, around noon, Whiskey heard a whimper. She strained her ears, and after a few moments of silence heard it again. She headed towards the sound, and picked up the scent of her brother. She broke out into a run, jumping over logs and gnarled up roots. She saw Akala ram her brother just as she leaped over the last fallen tree, and rammed her with all her might. She raised her head to a howl, calling for her packmates before turning to snarl at the stunned Houndoom. Whiskey's fur bristled as she bared her teeth.

Akala stood, still half stunned on what happened. "You rodent! You dare challenge me?" Akala didn't even wait for Whiskey to respond before launching hyper voice at her. It slammed directly into Whiskey, knocking her to the ground. She forced herself up and faced Akala. She opened her jaws, but no words spilled from her mouth. Instead, it was ablaze and she shot embers at her. They hardly fazed Akala, and she half laughed before conjuring a purple-black ball. Shadow Ball! Whiskey leaped sidewyas just as the ball flew past her, but Akala was already conjuring another one. One last resort. Whiskey let out a bark as her body started to glow with a purple outline. She braced herself, waiting for the Shadow Ball to hit her, and it did. Whiksey slammed the ground, and felt herself blackout.

She awoke a few hours later, alone in the woods. Struggling to her paws she shook her head. A sharp, throbbing pain came from her shoulder, and one closer examination, appeared to be claw marks. Akala... She licked her wound, and then looked around. Akala and her brother were gone. She staggered, and shook her head and her pelt. Gathering her senses, she made way back to the pack, but was cutoff not moments later by another pack member. "You tried to kill the alpha using dark magic! You are forbidden to return!" and swatted her away. Weak, she tripped over her own paws and fell. Dark magic?

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A few days passed, and she was a fair distance away from her home. The dark magic that they had referred to was the move destiny bond. Apparently, she should not have known that move. Too late now. Abandoned by her pack, she had to find a new home. "Forgive me, brother. I tried." she let out a lonely howl, before turning towards the direction of Invictus. I'll start over. And when I'm stronger, I will return, and make things right again.