The Werewolf - High Fantasy/Medieval

Alright, I've played werewolf for as long as I can remember, and I play her in both modern and medival settings. I probably get the most joy from playing this sort of character, as it's my favorite out of all the characters I have. This post covers the -

Medieval Werewolf:

Name: Meka
Age: Appears to be in her early to mid twenties, in actuality she's going on a few hundred years old.
Sex: Female
Appearance: 

(Little out of Date, as I have a new skin, but this is about it.)


What's she like?: Though Meka wears clothes, she hates to wear them, she'd much rather run around in very little, or completely bare. She's a little rough around the edges, some times to the point of being unrefined and hard to deal with. Though her heart is in the right place,she's not really as soft and squishy on the inside as she looks on the outside. 

History: She'd been young when it happened, not so young that she couldn't remember, yet young enough that she wished to forget, and young enough that she couldn't do anything but run. She had pack, brothers, sisters, Aunts, Uncles, and a young lover. Everything a young wolf needed. Her father was Alpha, her mother of course his mate. It was perfect, or so she believed. She'd not too long come into adult hood, received the spiraling tattoos across the bulk of her body that marked her lineage, where she came from, and her place within the pack's monarchy.

Yet her father, the residing Alpha was becoming older and weaker, his own younger brother coveting the position he held. It would have been natural, as in all packs, either Weres or normal wolves, for one of the Alpha's offspring to take position over the pack, assuming any showed the potential and temperament to be an Alpha. Yet, her uncle, the beta would not see it so.

Running through the forests had been a mistake, she'd stumbled upon a secret meeting between her uncle and a group of hunters, hearing their plans to take her Father's life she meant to warn him. Yet they easily caught her and bound her, her Uncle leaving her to be slaughtered by the men.

She couldn't remember what happened after that. Next she knew she was running for the 'den', at full speed, bare as the day she was born. She nearly reached it too, until she was tackled. At first she fought the mass that sought to stop her, until she realized it was none other than her Father's age mate, and closest friend. He told her to go no further, that what lie ahead was nothing for her to see.

She should have heeded his warning, yet she didn't and trudged on. The smell of blood and burning flesh seared at her nostrils, it alone should have been enough to warn her away, yet as she crouched in some brush what she saw forever was burned into her mind. It was a slaughter, her siblings her mother robbed of their lives, placed up on pikes. Those that were loyal to her father had fought and fell as well, the rest falling into line at their new Alpha's feet.

After that she was dragged away, told to run, that she was no use dead. He would send for he promised. So she did as she was told, she ran.

Months passed and she'd heard no word, when finally she did, her heart sank. Her father's friend was slaughtered, the pack was nearly destroyed, others were moving in on the territory to take it over. Her Uncle fled the area, and since then she left as well, vowing revenge on him. So far she's been unsuccessful in her hunt, moving from place to place as she gets leads.