|Name Meaning||One who dances first|
|Date of Birth||May 23 2005|
|Date of Death||Sept 11 2012|
|Subspecies||100% Canis lupus lycaon ortus|
|Current pack||Cour des Miracles|
Cour des Miracles
|Joining date||June 16, 2009|
|Most Recent Rank||Marquess|
|Previous Ranks||Chevalier, Comtessa, Marquess, Duchess, Comtessa|
Ayita Catori was a member of Cour des Miracles for over three years straight. She mothered several litters, the first by a fling with Leroy and two others with her mate, the king, Vigilante Haskel. She was finally attacked by Machidael Lykoi and later died of her wounds in the fall of 2012.
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Green Wood, a place of peace and prosperity a land froth with mystery and ancient rituals. Zafier Ayita's older brother and only other sibling was born to Othinia and Terigon the packs honored gods. But his time in the spot light was little when his sister Ayita was born to the pair the next year. The blue eye's little girl was more then just a sight to see she was a miricle. In their land of plenty they had been no little girls for years. Many of the females had come here from being loners or from neighboring packs.
The pack dynamics were weird and riddled with mystery on how this pack had thought of such dynamics. The over ruling power the final say were Ayita's parents the so called gods. For their family were the only ones in the pack with the ability to stand upright. Many found this strange and even the elders of the pack had not seen such things. They began years ago calling these wolves the walking gods. Being so secluded they were not very exposed. Next were the Alphas and the elder council and then the normal beta's deltas and so on. As Ayita grew she knew something was unique about her life here.
Ayita soon began to age quickly where her grandmother a very old werewolf would sit her down and teach her many things like french. She taught her how to hold her self in her lupus form and how to act around the higher ups. She even began to teach her the skill to shift easily from one form to the other. Showered and lavished with gifts Ayita was more then spoiled. Her grandmother would call it a princess complex and would tap her on the nose for acting like such a brat.
Years where going by as Ayita suffered the loss of her grandmother when she had turned two. She had promised to help protect the pack and learned many needed skills from her parents. Not only were they worshiped but they had promised to defend the pack from any harm an Ayita could not under stand why they should need to but she did so any way.
At age three war had broken out her pack vs. the neighboring pack. Her brother and her stood next to their father and mother. The lines had been clearly drawn wolves were fighting every where and Ayita looked horrified. Zafeir Charged in after his fathers lead fallowing after her mother then her the other pack was not as large but they put up a strong fight. Ayita let out a lingering howl in pain as she was struck by an opposing she wolf. Zafeir came to her rescue the two of them biting at her legs zafeir attempted biting at her maw but only managed to cut her little with his ivory. The battle raged many moons until the other pack finally ran with their tails between there pillars. Ayita had scanned the area her blue orbs glistening under the full moon. Zafeir, her mother and father were no where to be seen. “Zafeir mother father” her voice had called many a times. She saw a figure bay a rock then notice it was her mother she ran to her, her blood puddled the ground her eyes glazed over and her body cold with death. She ran far from this place she couldn’t bare it she ran hoping her troubles would fade. Zafeir watched from a distance hoping that his sister would be ok. Now She roams hoping to finally make it some where she can call home.
Cute and cuddly sweet and fluffy. Ayita is a female who is very kind and caring she has a heart of gold but a mind that is complex.
Ayita as was said has a heart of gold if you ever need a friend she's the one you'd want to call on. She has a very caring and compassionate always willing to lend a paw and do whats needed.
Loyalty is something she has. She never turns her back on her pack. She enjoys being around with her pack mates and family.
The one thing that seems to get her in trouble is her determination. She finds herself in so predicaments that she would rather not be in. She's willing to go almost to the ends of the earth for anyone and wont back down unless she is forced to.
Sexuality: Males though she doesn't mind females
Religion: She believes in fate
- Family: Catori
- Parents: Terigon (father) and
- Siblings: Zafier Catori (brother)
- Children with Leroy: Kable Catori and Amaranth Catori
- Children with Vigilante Haskel: Noah Haskel, Liam Catori,
Ame Haskel; Hati Catori, Skoll Haskel, Charlotte Haskel
Ayita is tan/gray with black top of head and streak down back mid length fur. Her eyes are crystal blue and you can tell when looking at them how she is feeling. He has a decent size frame and carries her self with grace and poise. Secui form is the form she spends the least time in for the fact she thinks it makes her look fat. Out of all three forms she tries to spend time in this one which allows her to do a lot more. Her mane or hair that sits on her head is a deep ebony and drapes midway down her back. She tries to put it up or out of the way but sometimes its hard for her. She can often be found wearing a Khaki colored skirt that runs a bit past her knees and a thick strapped partial torn navy blue tank top.
Eyes: Crystal blue, her eyes reflex very well what mood she is in and almost what she is thinking.
Clothing: Navy blue tank top and kahki colored skirt.
Ayita is tan/gray with black top of head and streak down back mid length fur. Her eyes are crystal blue and you can tell when looking at them how she is feeling. He has a decent size frame and carries her self with grace and poise. This is her preferred form.
Secui form is the form she spends the least time in for the fact she thinks it makes her look fat.
Out of all three forms she tries to spend time in this one which allows her to do a lot more. Her mane or hair that sits on her head is a deep ebony and drapes midway down her back. She tries to put it up or out of the way but sometimes its hard for her. She can often be found wearing a Khaki colored skirt that runs a bit past her knees and a thick strapped partial torn navy blue tank top.