M'Alyia Inato

Part I
M’Alyia Inato was born to Joqalyn Inato and Scar’vos Grethar. Both of whom were werewolves who were part of a semi-feral pack who lived in a small settlement the wilds of Grahtwood. Her parents did not love each other, and she had only been conceived because one night both happened to be drunk and horny. Her mother only nursed her because the pack alpha male ordered her, deeming that she would one day become the mate for his son Yanik, who turned 5 on the day she was born. A product of drunkenness and regrets, M’Alyia did not have a good home. Not that the pack was much better, so her childhood was rough. She along with the other younglings was forced to eat the scraps after the adults had finished, and was frequently beaten for the slightest perceived mistake. Years of life like this hardened her heart, but instead of turning to the dark, she went to the light. She vowed she would be better than those around her, even if she didn’t understand the implications of that at such a young age.

When she turned six, Aly was made to participate in her turning ritual. She was chained naked to a stone altar exposing her to the whole pack. Since she had been chosen as the future alpha’s mate, a special ceremony was performed. Yanik was the one to bite and change her, then scarred the inside of her thighs with his claws, both of which signaled his dominance and ownership of her. While this was technically a great leap in pack status, it did not yet matter for she could not bear children. The young ones shamed her and shunned her for her public humiliation and being owned by another. And the adults ignored her because she was young.

At age nine, as she approached womanhood, her status started to come into effect. She was allowed to learn how to read and write, something she grew to love quickly. Aly began to be instructed in combat training, and when she showed a kindling of talent for magic, she also received instruction in that area of study. On her tenth birthday, and therefore Yanik’s fifteenth, the age at which boys became men in the pack, the alpha had the pack throw a celebration for them. She loved it, being the center of attention along with Yanik, who as they sat side by side at the table through the feast, she began to like. And at one point, when no one was looking, he snuck her a kiss, making her giggle and blush. At the feast’s end, Yanik was inducted as a full male of the pack, and the alpha presented Aly with a set of armor in her size, a dress and several books. She had never felt so happy...but as the moon rose over the canopy of trees, she felt a chill as the alpha said to the gathered pack “Tonight, my son has become a man, and his mate has reached the beginning of womanhood, and so we must perform the second ritual of bonding.”

She stood petrified in fear as the ceremonial guards seized her by the wrists and tore the clothes from her body, leaving her naked before the whole pack once more. Then the storyman of the pack stood before her pointing and gesturing and describing how she had changed in the four years, and how her body was beginning to walk the path to becoming a full pack member. When he finished, she was spun around, and forced to bend over before the crowd as she was shackled to the ground. Aly almost passed out when she heard the words “Before she begins her path to become my son’s mate, I must bless her womb.” And then he raped her. In front of the entire pack.

After that, she and Yanik were led to their new home that had been built for them. As she cried from shame and pain, Yanik held her in his arms through the night, comforting her. Over the next years, she continued her training, and living as the future alpha female. And slowly, she came to love Yanik. But trouble was brewing, a large number of young males were dissatisfied with the pack leadership, and shortly before her birthday and subsequent marriage to her love, Yanik, they led a murderous uprising. They found Aly in her home, being fitted for dresses, and dragged her into the street. But Yanik lept to her defense, slashing and biting with all his might, but he was soon overwhelmed. She watched, hopeless as he was ripped apart before her very eyes. They dragged her to the bloody ground in the center of the village and tied her down, bent over. The revolters all lined up to have there way with this young, beautiful woman. Aly blocked out how many abused her. The last she remembers of her original home is fleeing when a band of adventurers and werewolf hunters attacked the village. She was found by a kindly old woman who fed and clothed her, and held her, singing softly as she wept at night for almost a year.

PART II
Aly eventually left the woman who had cared for her, a strange looking teenager with a bad past. A decision she always looked back upon with sadness, for she never knew what became of that woman. Aly, in her sixteen years of life, had been to the highest mountains of life, only to be cast down to oblivion time and time again. So confused by her experiences of mortals extremes, she decided to take to the beast side of her nature. She never felt more alive than when she was in wolf form, bounding through the forest, and drinking from cool streams under the leafy ceiling.

Her only time in a pack was quite bad, so she never bonded with her wild brothers of the hunt, preferring to work and live alone. Despite her beastial form, Aly still held tight to her vow of being a good person. She would lead the lost back to safety, help hunters wounded in pursuit of prey, and protect children from predators, human and animal alike. In a few villages, she developed a reputation as ‘Lady Silver’, said to be a spirit animal who protected those who dwelled in the forests.

One day, heading to her favorite reflection pool, she found a Altmer sitting in her napping spot. Almost immediately, she felt captivated by his looks and the soul she saw in his eyes. Slowly, she padded from the underbrush into his sight. Spotting her, his eyes widened, and he stood quickly, drawing his bow and aiming at her. “So this is the mythical beast I’ve been hearing so much about, your pelt shall make a fine trophy!” She sat on her haunches, staring into his eyes, head cocked. After what felt like an eternity, he looked away, lowering his bow. “I can’t kill such a magnificent creature…” Aly felt a quickening in her heart she hadn’t felt in years, and on impulse, trotted to him and nuzzled his leg. “Hey there Lady Silver… sorry I tried to kill you.” He smiled at her, chuckling.

She transformed there on the spot, “Please, I am M’Alyia, not a lady.” He fell back on his rear, eyes wide as dinner plates, and thats when she realized what an oddity she looked like, and that she was nude. The Altmer’s face tightened, and he lept to his feet, “Get away from me, foul creature!” He turned and ran off into the forest. That little glow she had begun to feel in her heart, was snuffed out like a stray ember under a heel. She fell to her knees, and sobbed all through the night. She wandered the forests in her wolf form after that, feeling lost and lonely, longing for companionship.

PART III
Aly felt alone. She wanted, nay, needed the companionship, the closeness, of a pack. Here she made another decision that would be pivotal in her life. She ignored the memories of the beatings, the abuse, the rapes, only focusing on the good, what little there was. She spent months searching for them, and when located, took that final approach.

She wore a simple white robe she had taken from a traveling merchant as she slept. She could feel the eyes of the pack on her. Most of them were new and did not know her, but Aly could feel the heat in the gazes of those who did. She held her head, high, and kept her face calm, as she was escorted to the alpha’s home.

The new alpha thought himself quite the charmer, and laid it on thick as soon as she entered the room. Aly thought him to be slimy and disgusting, not at all like Yanik, who was gentle, kind and compassionate. She rebuffed his advances several times, and when she started to get annoyed, he had his guards give her a ‘pat-down’ for weapons. Which really meant they groped her breasts and buttocks roughly. The guards found a ‘weapon’, which was really a pencil she had left in her pocket. He ordered her hands tied behind her back and to be stripped to remove concealment for any further ‘weapons’. Forced to sit splayed leg in a chair, she shuddered as he smelled her hair and murmured “Don’t worry, I promise I won’t make you bleed...too much.” before chuckling.

Within herself, there was a rising tide of emotion like she had never felt… she wanted the world to burn, all of it. With a yell of fury, she ripped free of her bonds, and grabbed Mr. Slick by the throat and slammed him headfirst into the ground with a sickening crunch. Hearing the noise, his guards rushed in, drawing their weapons. The first met his end when a swung chair crushed his trachea, the other stabbed multiple times in the kidney with his own dagger, and the third when she burnt off his face with magic.

Donning some clothes and the armor from the guards, she cut and burned her way through those that fought her. All her training, and her instincts kicked in. She slaughtered any who did not surrender. By the end, her body and armor were covered in cuts, slashes and bites, with arrows stuck in several places. But she walked away, finding a place to nurse her wounds and recover for a year.

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