Australian born beauty
Twenty-nine years young
A fat, spoiled goldfish named Rocket
A heart of Gold
"She is rare because she is real." - Mark Anthony
She hails from the arid lands of Australia, an island continent surrounded by vast unpredictable oceans and inhabited by everything that could possibly kill you. Including the Drop Bears.
She was the first. A hybrid brought to the arid lands of Australia in the womb of her mother, a convict from Great Britain convicted of theft and prostitution. As heavy machinery replaced hands-on workers, more and more people were laid off from their jobs, meaning that more people turned to petty theft; stealing anything over one shilling - a day’s wages for a working person, the cutting down of trees in orchards or stealing livestock was punishable by transportation. Due to the overstocking of prisoners in the jails, many were sent packing, bound for Australia’s penal colonies and Botany Bay.
Thus begins Abigail’s story~
Abigail’s birth came with complications. Her mother would survive the ordeal. But barely. For months after she would be kept under the watchful eyes of officers and a nurse, a gentle, able-bodied older woman with kind features and a heart-warming tone that settled even the most uneasy of nerves. Abigail was kept in a small carrier alongside her mother during her stay in the medical station of the camp. Conditions weren’t great and disease wiped out of a lot of the earlier convicts. A reasonably sized tent with a raised bed was given to Abigail’s mother along with a carrier. This made the other convicts green-eyed with jealousy. By the time Abigail was a year old, she was walking and starting to talk. Her red hair had thickened, the color a bright and unnatural shade and her green eyes were wide as she explored the world around her. By the time she was three, Abigail had developed much faster than the other children. Raised by her mother until her untimely death in ‘65, Abigail was left in the incapable hands of a woman that had traveled with them on the Prince of Wales, a transport ship that carried fifty convicts; one male and forty-nine females in total. Abigail would be conceived on this ship after one of the transport officers, a man named Josiah Windsor, repeatedly raped her mother then abandoned them once they’d made port. He was never to be seen again. Abigail was born less than a year after their arrival. Unlike her mother, Abigail was born with striking features; bright red hair, emerald green eyes and skin so pale it looked as though she’d been kissed by the moon itself. Her mother was nothing special and many of her fellow convicts wouldn’t bat an eyelash at her. But Abigail was something else.
She calls herself the She-Wolf.
Teeth bared at the first sign of danger.
Abbey is explosive in this form.
All that pent up aggression is unleashed and the damage has often left her having to vacate her residence. It is because of her wolf that she tends to avoid relationships at all cost. With too many bridges burned and heartache caused by unfaithful and untrustworthy partners, she tends to keep to herself. Which is kind of the opposite seeing as the job requirements for being a Butterfly meant that being flirtatious and overtly sexual was part of the job description. Thankfully she was just a waiter and not one of the other higher paying women that either went topless or opted to give men up close and personal lap dances.
Her last lover had been the abusive sort; the kind that puts on a front that leaves one wondering just what he's thinking about or getting up to. Before work colleagues and friends he was this ambitious, down to earth gentleman who worked hard and played harder. But at home, behind closed doors, he was a madman. Dangerous, easily angered, and unafraid to lay a hand upon a woman if ever she spoke back or raised her voice at him.
Abbey had been his most recent victim.
But she is a survivor.
"...once a monster. Always a monster."
the Southpaw Pack
the Wolves of Botany Bay's Convict Colony.
No one knows just how many shapeshifters stepped off the ships that year.
Abbey was one of the few born early in the colony. A number of other children were also born around the same time, some able to shift long before herself. They were more often than not taken from their parens and separated into stationed quarters for observation by officers and medical personel.
"...you won't always be protected, Abigail." Raynor snarls. He rears up, jaws snapping viciously at the shifter. There's nothing she can do, her 'fight or flight' responses have failed, so fight it is!
He lunges for her throat.
For a moment she's got the upperhand. Throwing out her paws and snapping her jaws at the elder wolf. She hasn't done anything wrong. Hasn't done anything to deserve being case aside.
She just wants to be part of a pack.
Part of a family.