"My heart, you ask? I feel nothing. My heart has drowned in my own tears, and the cold has frozen it to ice.... It has hardened further, into stone. Forever my heart is of stone."
t is almost as if Okami's heart froze to ice long before she was born. At least, that's what people say. Perhaps it isn't ice, but a level beyond that. Her heart is so cold, it literally turned to stone. For ice is fragile, and can easily break. Stone is nearly impenetrable, as is Okami's heart. She can feel almost nothing; a twinge of emotion here or there, but nothing too notable. Her soul is free of all feeling, including love, generosity, forgiveness, etc. Because of this, her facial expression rarely changes. Okami can seem cold-hearted, (We've already been over this, she is)and therefore, she also seems to be ruthless and cruel. But without any feeling, without any emotion at all, how could she know what was considered right and what was considered wrong? To her, she isn't being cruel. She is doing what seems necessary to survive, or doing whatever seems to benefit her. Okami has a rather solitary nature, never talking to anyone besides herself and the slaves she has gathered over the years. For whatever reason, she only feels happy and calm around wolves; whether in a pack or alone, and she can get along with it just fine. Okami is very intelligent and outrageously observant. Because she has no feeling, she will often say things that unintentionally harm people; not that she would ever really care in the first place. Though she can get bored easily if no one is doing anything interesting or anything that could possibly be of value to her. For instance, she will never be able to understand people who 'mess around' with their friends. She will often sit off in a corner by herself, and watch people do absolutely nothing at all. If that goes on for too long, she will leave the room. As you could probably imagine, Okami doesn't make friends easily. At all. Quite the opposite, actually. She has an uncanny ability of turning everyone against her, unless she has helped them when they most need it. She sees nothing wrong with manipulating people to her advantage. Maybe that is because she never learned the lessons that parents are supposed to teach their children. As mentioned earlier, Okami does not often feel emotion for anything. The only thing she has ever felt that is close to an emotion is boredom. It is also a fact that she cannot feel pain. For whatever reason, if someone ran her through with a blade, and blood spattered all over her clothes and face, she wouldn't feel any of it. Not the pain, not the warm feeling of blood dripping down her skin. That isn't to say that her body still wouldn't be damaged; she would still limp and such because of the disability to her body, but there wouldn't be a cry of pain or an expression of shock on her body to see that she had been stabbed at all. If something like that ever happened, Okami wouldn't ever let anyone help her up, or do anything that could possibly help or harm her. She will insist that she is perfectly fine, and that there is no reason why she wouldn't be, and go off someplace to heal herself. If she offends the person trying to help her, know that she doesn't know when something might offend someone, nor does she care in the slightest. It isn't out of pride or self-importance that she doesn't want anyone else's help, she just doesn't understand why they would want to help in the first place, and also she doesn't want to risk that specific person hurting her more. As I said, Okami is completely solitary, and she is named Wolf Girl for a reason. She resembles a wolf greatly in mind and spirit.
She doesn't have any weapons, obviously, seeing as she is being held captive by the witch. However, she has her two wolves. Now let me explain the ears on her head. Yes, most people think that she is a Neko. Which I guess she is; a wolf neko, anyways. She can shift into a wolf at any given time. When this happens she is a little bit smaller than Touketsu, and her fur is white tinted ice blue - the color of her hair. No one knows about this capability, and she keeps it to herself.
Okami was abandoned as a small child in the middle of the forest. She wasn't a baby wrapped in a blanket; no, she was five years old, wandering the forest all by herself. It wasn't like she wanted to be there; her parents just didn't want her, and deliberately tricked her into walking into the forest. Of course, she didn't realize this at the time, but as she grew older it became evident that they wanted to be rid of her. It was the middle of winter, when they were all getting ready to move. Omaki actually used to have feelings; she was gentle and kind, and completely innocent. "Hey, Okami, why don't you go and explore the forest?" They had told her, as they packed away the last of their belongings into the wagon. "We'll wait for you; go and say good-bye." Of course, she was indeed quite fond of the forest. So, suspecting nothing, she smiled, nodded, and ran straight into its shadowy depths. Of course, seeing as she was only five, she soon got lost. Two hours in, she was wandering around; she had lost sight of the path a long time ago, and it was getting late. The cold flakes of snow started to fall from the sky, falling in thick clumps. She didn't even have a coat, and she was in her pajamas; a shudder rippled through her body. As the wind blew harder, snow started to cover her in larger clumps, smothering her hair and her face, her arms, her neck. The wind blew, and soon the gentle snow turned into a full-scale snowstorm. "M-m-mommy? Daddy" she shuddered, lips blue. Okami had black hair back then; who knows how it turned blue? Exhausted, she collapsed face-first onto the ground. There was simply no strength left in her body for her to move; to do anything. As her eyes began to close, Okami realized that she was going to die...
Okami's eyes blinked open, a bright ray of morning light hitting her face. Struggling to get up, Okami did her best to recognize her surroundings...Wait a second..."Where am I?" she murmured, turning around as she stood up, only to trip over a furry white body. As she fell to the ground, the white blur jumped to its feet, growling. It took her a few moments to register the image of a huge white wolf, growing at her. "But... I..." she murmured, eyes dull. Was she dead? She clenched her fist. No, she didn't feel dead...
"You're welcome." A voice sounded in her head. "..." The wolf? How could that be? As Okami looked around, she noticed other wolves in the cave, rising to greet her...
That is how she met the big white wolf. The next day, the wolves took her to where she lived, only to find that her parents were gone. In the mailbox, there was a note.
'Dear Okami;
I'm sorry it had to be this way. If you are still alive and reading this, then that is good for you. Not that it really matters anymore. Your father and I just wanted a fresh start. It was nothing personal, sweetie, it was just too much to carry around all the time. You were too much; over time, I began to realize that my love for you was morphing, slowly, into dislike. I hope that you live your life in peace. I do not know why I changed, but I did, and it was meant to be this way.
Forevermore, Mom and Dad
So... Okami lived with the wolves. She proved to be intelligent and easily adaptable; she learned the wolf language, she learned how to be a leader. Not only did she become a member of the pack, but she became their Queen within six years. She now leads an army of over 5,000 wolves; they all live in a huge forest. But Okami has never been the same.... At the age of nine, the queen of the land found her, and they gave her mercy. She did not want to live in the palace, but they made her. She is their adopted daughter.
My heart, you ask? No. I feel no emotion. I do not cry. I do not care. My heart has drowned in my own tears, and the cold has frozen it to ice.... Except, it isn't ice. Not any longer. It has hardened further, into stone. I suppose you could say that I have died inside, for I die as I live, but I continue on... For what reason, for what motivation, I have yet to discover. I am not me, nor will I ever be me. I am empty.