Emily Ravenwood

Emily Ravenwood
"Cries Havoc"

Cahalith Blood Talons

Played by MethodofDestruction (Inactive)

Former Heart of Darkness Beta

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Early Life

Emily Ravenwood grew up in Ithaca. She was raised primarily by her Dad as her Mom had disappeared when Emily was still very little. She was told very little of her heritage, and was barely introduced to the other wolf blooded family in the area.

When she was in High School, she was part of the cheer leading squad with her friend, Sara, who even though she was older was able to secure a position for Emily on the team. While Emily enjoyed both the competition, the physical activity, and getting the crowd riled up for the game, there was something missing from it all. Something she wouldnt be able to find until Luna the Dreamer looked down upon her.

First Change

Emily's father was gone, which really wasnt all that uncommon of an occurance. She was doing her homework when, on the night of a Half Moon, a spirit of Darkness and Shadow came to her house and took her, stealing her away from her house and dragging her into the Shadow. The spirits elusive nature not only masked Emilys scent, but proved impossible for her fathers pack to track down.

She was tortured for several days. She was inside of a small cave, what little light making it to this deep spot only illuminated a pile of old, dry bones to her side. The spirit would form spikes out of black epherma, prodding Emily and cutting her repeatedly, waiting for wounds to heal before re-injuring the same spot. It would quietly taunt her, whispering words of a long-forgotten language, but occasionally whisper in English "This is your Fathers fault....this is your fathers fault...."

Eventually, after days, she finally slipped into blissful, sweet unconciousness. Luna appeared to her, in her dreams, and cleansed her wounds. She cradled Emily in her agony, and pleaded to her, "Look. See what has caused this." She saw, years into the past, her fathers pack, worn desparate and ragged, charge at a swirling black morass. She saw as only a sliver of blackness escaped, and found her mother. She watched as her mother was tortured in a similar fashion, and as her father heard the news. The Guardians of Ithaca fought to restrain her raging father. She dreamed of the Ithaca pack, Master of the Pack at the front, negotiating with a solid black wall of shadow, stretching for miles. She saw that this spirit blamed her father for its ostracism from its own choir by an Incarnae. Emily didnt know how she knew this, these words and these people and these things, but Lunas vision is great (equally so among the Cahalunes, who were showing these to Emily). She knew that in minutes, the renegade spirit would return, and she felt her instincts pour out, her dimunitive frame bulking with Gauru Rage, and she HOWLED. It was a taunt, a challenge, a roar of defiance and revenge. The spirit showed up seconds later, when Emily broke her chains and slew the pathetic spirit, leaving a trail of black epherma behind her as she fled the cave.