Heh thanks, I had to find a slightly different way to get her to be neutral.
Whoops, forgot a history... *eagerly jots notes down*
History: There was a cave on the pack's terrain, its ebonite mouth daunting and mounstrous as the large cadre bedded down every night. There was one pup that would stay awake after everyone else and watch as the Alphen and Beta pairs awoke and would silently pad into the murky darkness of the cave the young wolves so feared. Every night the pup would follow and listen to the four talk at her post from the cave's lip, ears taking in every cold word and every stoney threat.
When the wolves had finished their talk, they would linger about in silence, giving the pup time to return to her family, and then finally creep back to their sleeping areas to catch up on their rest. They never knew that their plans were overheard and that someone knew what they were going to do...
The pup was used to spying on the four by the time she had reached her second year. She know understood the plotting they spoke of and the death threats they would throw at pack members and each other. After her twenty-sixth moth of living, she finally approached her sire and dame, the cadre's Delta and Gamma.
The alpha was aged and his leadership was constantly tested, much to the Delta's delight. The dreadful arrangements, in his mind, would be forgotten if the alphens were stripped of power. Soon, the alphena and alpha did lose leadership, but they stepped down so the younger Betas could replace them. They took the role of Iota pair.
The young wolf continued to follow the two couples, and, obviously, nothing had changed. She did what seemed best at the time to such a rebellious and foolish wolf: she attacked them. The spat did not last long because the snarls and yelps of agony were more then enough to rouse the pack. They found the cave silent when they quickly arrived, the new Alphas wounded but alive, the young wolf badly cut but otherwise unharmed, but the older wolves, the current Iotas, were dead.
The Gamma convinced the Alphas after days of debate that her daughter had meant no harm, but the two had many doubts. The attacker was demoted to Omega, a rank thought to disgrace any wolf's family. The Delta shunned her offspring after that.
The young wolf grew more distant from her pack, and over the next few years living with her sister and dame was quite difficult, more so after her sire died. The Delta blamed her daughter for the death, and then she was banished from the pack. Frankly, it was exactly what the wolf had wanted. She had loathed watching her sister being praised by their mother, and how her dame would speak of her sons, who had left months before to find lives for their own. On the night of her banishment, as she left the terra of her birth, a voice comforted her as she stopped for rest. She wept bitter tears, but the voice would soothingly talk to her until she fell into a light sleep.
In the morn, the wolf was intent on listening to the voice, allowing it to feed her burning anger toward her pack. She was directed back to the packlands and soon found her sister, who was proudly prancing about. The wolf slew her sister in her wrath, also taking the lives of several young wolves that had been around at the time. Satisfied, she left the area, forgetting about her previous life quickly.
She lived in darker terrain, stalking small prey and stealing the larger meat that she could not get herself from weak packs. Whenever she laid eyes upon another wolf, a cold rage would rise in her, the voice taunting and jeering at her. She never killed any of the unlucky creatures that met her, but often they would not part without a scar on their mug.
Finally, when she was nearing her seventh year, the lonliness seemed to draw her closer to the packs she usually stole from. She would watch the young scamper and play about, the elders merrily talk to one another, and she felt ashamed. She knew that she could not seek homage there, so she moved on to further places, content on watching the occasional pack. She became less hardened and lazy and focused on rebuilding her agility and strength before attempting her hardest task yet: to be rid of the voice. It was hardly possible, and now the voice was more like a rival instead of a companion. She was beginning to become bored with its talk of the Darq, and decided that she would choose neither side. She would not side with the Lights as her pack had, nor the Darq as the voice coaxed her to.
The wolf, who had spent years on her own, forgot the name given to her by her sire. She went by the name the voice had given her so long ago... She went by Javian.
{Ah yes, cheesy history!}