Margaret(Peggerty, Peggy) Tallan<br/>Female<br/>Irraka<br/>Hunter in Darkness<br/><br/><br/><strong>Appearance:</strong>Peggy is what one would call a bonny lass, she has curves where women should have curves though one would consider her frame athletic, the girl is tall too, though sometimes one might wonder if her presence makes her seem taller than her true height. A smattering of freckles dance over her face and body. Her skin is sunkissed from her times on the boat or on her board. The girl has an easy smile and blue green eyes that light up when she is happy or laughing, though seem to grow darker in anger just as the sae which she loves so much.<br/><br/>Peg Usually wears surf or skater gear, and when mountain biking a helmet. It is not so much trendy more that it is practical and in her opinion looks cool. Her hair is red and she wears in in long dreadlocks though on occasion Peggy will dye one or two another colour.<br/><br/>In her wolf form she is tall and leggy, as if she still needs to grow into that skin. Her fur like her hair is red though there are darker streaks in it. Her eyes still remain as the sea.<br/><br/>http://images.inmagine.com/img/thinkstock/q0017814/c0017287.jpg (http://images.inmagine.com/img/thinkstock/q0017814/c0017287.jpg)<br/><br/><br/><strong> Background</strong>Peggerty was born in a small fishing village in Cornwall, she lived in a white cottage her maternal Grandmother lived in the cottage next door. As a child she was brought up on old tales, of mermaids, selkies, and the old man of the sea. The girl was told of the Blue Annis that gobbled children and the knockers in the tin mines as well, as well as heroic tales of the old heroes and the smugglers.<em>Watch the wall my darling as the gentleman go by</em><br/><br/>The young girl lapped up these tales and always the old man of the sea sang her the most precious of songs, she loved him and he in turn called to her, but Peggerty had respect, for before she was born, the one that would have been a second brother was drowned she knew that however beautiful the sea was , however it called to her however wondrous the wild horses upon the foam were they bore a kick, and those that were not courteous those that did not understand how to ride them would fall.<br/><br/><br/>The girl was also given lessons in knitting sewing and general womanly duties...as her family was traditional. Whether she found it boring or not did not matter, Nana said it was important to remember the old ways. Which Peggerty certainly did, for somewhere deep inside, she felt a strong heartbeat, something primal. It was perhaps then as she knitted and sewed with the light of the moon shining upon her something was beginning to awaken.<br/><br/>At festival times the village would still give offerings to the sea...yet every Sunday they would all be in Church, they rather liked to ‘hedge their bets’ as they had for many centuries. Still the graveyard reminded them all that as well as the collection plate the old man of sea needed his own collection.<br/><br/>Peggerty's grandmother died before the girl was 10 and with the true matriarch gone Peg began to get her father to take her out on the boats to help...he was more than pleased after all times were hard and paying someone else to do the jobs that she and her brother could help with was a Godsend. The only problem was that the more Peggy went to the sea the more she wanted to be there, which meant she started to duck out of school, rules were never her thing... However her father was not too worried about after all he had, had little schooling himself and he managed. Yet the truant officer was always poking her nose in.<br/><br/>This went on for a couple of years but usually Peggy was able to avoid too much trouble after all her youngest sister was the star of the school, and said if school were  be honest they were rather glad that the girl did not always turn up. For she was somewhat disruptive during certain classes.<br/><br/>Thus all things were good until the night of the terrible storm, her father and brother were called out on the lifeboats...The Storm Cat had them…for they had no singer on board to clam its rage…There was none, not even a cat to sing a sirens song. They never came back, the sea again had taken its toll and however much she wanted to, Peg could not hate it. No for it was also a parent some how. In fact because of her mothers grief she was drawn yet more too it.<br/><br/>Without anyone but a 12 year old to man the boat, there was no money coming in. After a year or so Peg, her mother and her sister Kitty had to sell up and move to Newquay so her mother could find work. They were able to buy somewhere to live but it did not have the same feel as their old house and Peg hated it right up until the time she found surfing and skateboarding...<br/><br/>Peggy looked a little older than she was and soon she was hangin' with surfers and she was pretty good, her skateboarding was not too bad either, which meant they liked her, that and her easy manner. School meant nothing now and the girl drove her mother to distraction coming in late, missing school, thumbing her nose to any rules that were laid down. Peg even got work either on the beaches or a few hours at the local surf shop...what did she need with school as far as the girl was concerned she was going to save up the money to travel and catch the best waves...as well as try out those extreme sports she had heard so much about.<br/><br/>It was the night Peg was caught smoking something that had a rather sweet scent; her mother reached the end of her tether. She could not deal with this 'creature' that Peg had become. (Nothing more than a wilful teenager really.)<br/><br/>About this time Peggy's mother got a call from a distant relation in America that had not been seen since the girls christening. The woman said that she should send her daughter there. Of course Peg was horrified, there was no way she wanted to leave her friends and the surf, but there was nothing she could do when this fat bitch of a woman came to pick her up. Peggy tried to be as abusive and unpleasant on the journey but nothing worked. She whined, she cried she sulked but still nothing...the woman was fuckin' stone<br/><br/>So that was how the girl ended in America, it might have been cool …<br/>Peg was not keen on it here, but something about her 'uncle' scared the living shit out of her and so Peg tried to behave. Try being the operative word, she would sneak off to the local bar, and thegirl still at least she did have the skateboard though it was not the same... and that was often taken off her as punishment.<br/><br/>Her change, though not proud of what happened, her little bastard of a cousin deserved it, he broke her board… so he will likely have a limp for a long time, at least she didn't pull his head off. Strangely he was in more trouble than her, after all one does not constantly push the buttons of soon to be forsaken even if they are a new moon, without consequences. Her uncle thankfully arrived in time...or she might actually feel bad. (She got a new board too...)<br/><br/>Damn but being a werewolf was a pile of crap, worse than being at school, all those rules and still no surfing. Why have great forms and not be able to use them for that. What a lot of bollocks really…she remembered the song once more…<em>Watch the wall my darling while the gentlemen go by.</em>Or it would be bollocks if she was not so drawn to sacred places, to places of power.<br/><br/>For reasons best know to the totem wolves Peggerty was taken by the dark one, by the wolf of shadows, by the hunter the black wolf Hikaon –Ur…just as the dark moon had whispered to her from her birth.<br/>