Skills Hunter skills; trained in the use of bow and arrows, crossbows as well as in armed and unarmed combat. Archery, weapon design, acrobat, fishing, trapping, stealth, medicine.
Weapons Compound bow, crossbow, long sword, wolf daggers, guns, spear and physical hand-to-hand combat.
Personal Interests Gymnastics, archery, anything physical. Black and red roses, leather, weapon and tattoo design, motorbikes, red lipstick, video games, killing walkers, Spending time with her boyfriend Carl, and being around family and loved ones.
Personality Stella is a very mature, headstrong, feisty with attitude, loyal, independent, responsible, seductive, strong-willed, self-reliant and action-orientated young woman who'd go to great lengths to protect those she loves. Stella loves the adrenaline that rushes through her when she takes on risks, she enjoys rock climbing, long walks, jogging, and anything physical to keep her strong, especially in the apocalypse to stay alive.
The only child and daughter to Peter Wolf & Charlotte Wolf who is a retired nurse due to her deep depression after the death of Stella's father who was killed in action and she soon drifted herself away from her own child, she just looks at her and treats her like she's worthless and some complete stranger, she would always take out her anger on her child, she nearly killed her when she threw a glass vase at her but Stella managed to dodge it however when the glass smashed, some of it pierced through her skin causing her to bleed and one nearly took her eye out when a piece of glass sliced the side of her face, the scar still remains.
Charlotte started drinking a lot, turned violent towards her daughter and she remarried a disgusting vile man who's drunk all the time and is extremely abusive, they would both take their rage out on her, her mother didn't even have a care in the world of the 'things' he would do to her that she didn't want him to do, she's always terrified of living in the home she once thought was full of warmth and loving but now she thought wrong
Peter Wolf was an Army Soldier, he was sadly killed in action and was the real hero of Stella's heart, he was the first one to teach her how to fight with both weaponry and physical hand to hand combat so she'll be prepared for whatever's out there wanting to cause harm and danger to herself and the ones she loves and cares about most. As the years went by, Stella became an accomplished archer. The bow and arrow is her favourite weapon of choice, she is a highly skilled archer, weapon designer, acrobat and hunter, which she learnt from her father and she added fishing and trapping to her skills. Stella has very good reflexes, mainly when carrying a bow, she can draw an arrow and strike several targets with a good amount of speed and flexibility, she has become such the most dangerous and badass she-wolf in the group, she is vicious, fiery, quiet as a shadow when she targets down anyone suspicious wanting to stir up trouble.
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Stella is not like other girls out there, she has a dozen tattoos on her body, her largest one is a black wolf snarling showing its sharp teeth with dark angel wings surrounding the beast with the words 'I'm No Angel' on her back and she hates everything girlish, she hardly wears any dresses, she would take one look at them and burn them with one of her explosive arrows, she doesn't wear makeup all the time either only when she needs to and those girly-girls who like to gossip, the high pitched giggling and squealing they really do get on her nerves giving her the urge to just shoot them for peace and quiet but she's fighting herself from doing so even if it annoys the hell out of her.
The only makeup Stella likes to wear is red lipstick and just simple eyeliner and mascara, nothing heavy, she likes to have her hair in wild curls and she loves wearing anything black and leather as they make her look tough. Stella's also highly skilled in designing her own weaponry, some of her arrows are not like any of the others she carries, her arrows are colour coded to make it easier for her and anyone else who wishes to use them to tell which one is which, the red arrows are explosives and can be extremely dangerous that they should never be used when it's absolutely necessary. Stella is forever thankful to her father for teaching these things, he's one of the reasons why she's surviving, she's become a soldier fighting in the war just like he did.
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Things aren't the way they were before, you wouldn't even recognize me anymore.
Right before Carol was about to leave Alexandria behind, she heard a few people shouting but wasn't sure what they were saying or who they were shouting at. Having her foot on the break pedal about to let go of it when she heard a knock on the window, turning her attention to see Stella standing there and getting in a few moments later, listening to her words and demanding to go whether she'd like it or not.
Of course Carol wanted to fight her on this, it was late out, it was dark, and it was dangerous. But truth be told, there was no time to be wasting on arguing about it. Looking seriously at the young female, she spoke sternly. "Stella..." Shaking her head. "I know you are very stubborn and don't listen, and I don't have time to argue because they could be in great danger, but if you are going with me, you will follow my lead and listen to what I say. Is that clear?" Carol questioned before driving away.
When they came to an understanding, Carol let go of the break pedal and pressed on the gas with her foot, the two started driving into the night away from Alexandria to go find Rick and the others. What seemed like longer than it was, Carol had been driving for a good hour and a half now, they were following tire tracks down the road that seemed to be going no where in particular, was she following the right tire tracks? Time will only tell.
Leaning his head against the back of the vehicle, Carl finally felt the vehicle stop, everyone was getting out and the back door had opened. These men were pulling them out of the truck and dragging them through some kind of parking lot. There was an old building in front of them they were walking closer too. Like an old abandoned warehouse of some kind. "Let go of me!" Carl struggled to get away from the men's grip.
"Shut up!" The man leading Carl gripped his arm tighter, enough to make him feel pain which made Carl wince a little, sighing. When they were inside the building, they headed down some steps and through the building some more until they reached a small room. There was some kind of office desk there that they had pushed away on the floor exposing a secret door on the floor that was covered by the desk a few moments ago.
One of the men opened the door, then everyone began to go down the steps except for one who stayed in that room to close the secret door back up and was the one to stay on guard with a walkie talkie. Carl began to shiver, it was cold and damp wherever they were right now. It seemed like an underground tunnel of some kind. Walking about a half a mile until they got into this large room and was pushed down into a chair and tied up with rope and tape over his mouth, as did Daryl and Rosita.
"Now what do we do, sir?" One of the men questioned the leader, standing there, smirking at the three and then turning his attention to the man with the curious question. "I don't know yet." -- "I'd say, let's torture them!" One of the other men spoke out. There was on response to that statement, Carl turning his attention to Daryl and Rosita, wiggling in his chair, mumbling under the tape, he didn't like this at all, what in the hell was going on? What did they do to deserve this? Was this some kind of payback to get at Negan? But if so, why? Carl and the others has nothing to do with Negan other than to supply him with what he requested every week and that was it. They were enemies, not allies.
Swearing at the side of the road, Rick was angry, kicking the car he was driving and Michonne trying to calm him down. "Rick, you need to calm down. We will find them. I promise, but you throwing a temper isn't going to help anything." A few moments ago Rick and Michonne was right behind the men who took his son, Daryl and Rosita, they were getting close to catching up when Rick hit some kind of sharp object into the road which made the car tire go flat, so they were no longer able to drive.
Sighing softly, Rick stared angerly at the vehicle when he saw some kind of light near them. "Rick?" Michonne grabbed his attention and pointed to the direction of a life was coming from, as if a car was coming into their direction. "I wonder who that is? I hope it's not Negan." Rick exclaimed, hearing the engine of the moving vehicle coming closer to them, he started to run towards it as the car was going towards him. Standing in the middle of the road, waving his hands as the car made a dead stop.
"Rick?" Carol spoke out loud as she saw a figure running towards her, stopping in front of the car and the headlights exposing who it was. Pulling down her window as Rick made his way towards the drivers side, surprised to see Carol and Stella. "Carol! What are you doing here? Stella? You two shouldn't be out, it's dangerous. But I'm glad you did, some men took Carl, Daryl and Rosita we need to try and track them down and find them and save them. I don't know who these men are but they have some kind of beef with Negan."
Michonne had gotten into the back seat of the vehicle, as did Rick. Carol nodded and began driving again. "What happened to the car?" She asked, following the tracks that she could see. "Hit something sharp with the tire and it went flat." He responded then looked at Stella. "Stella, I appreciate you coming to help but you shouldn't have come, it's far too dangerous for you to be here."
The same statement Carol wanted to say too before they left Alexandria, but there was no time for arguing, and seeing Rick was the leader, he had every right to state his opinion. Driving for another thirty minutes, Carol followed the tracks down a dirt road which eventually led to a large parking lot to a warehouse. "Rick." Carol spoke out, stopping the vehicle and turning the headlights off. "That's the car, that's the car that took them! They must be in there. Now let's be smart about this, we need to come up with a plan."
Things aren't the way they were before, you wouldn't even recognize me anymore.
Carol was standing beside Stella, questioning how she was doing and bringing her a light snack and a fresh drink. It was the least she could do for this mature young woman for doing hard work today on making weapons for them. Sighing softly, nodding her head, she hoped Stella was right. "Well, I hope you're right. It's passed sunset and they should have been back a couple of hours ago. Let's hope nothing happened to them." Standing in the middle of the garage they were in for a few moments before excusing herself to go back to chores, Carol couldn't help think about Rick and the others. Hoping they were alright.
When Rick was trying to reason with these men, it didn't seem to go no where. Instead, his men pulled Carl, Daryl, and Rosita out of the car, dragging them to a cargo type pick up truck and threw them in the back, closing the doors behind them. "I'm sorry we have to take your boy and your men Rick, but this is what needs to be done. Don't follow us, don't track us down. They are mine now." The man laughed, then took off a few minutes later. Carl looked around, sighing, looking at Daryl. "Why are we being held hostage for, what did we do?" The young male questioned in confusion.
The truck was driving away, leaving his father and Michonne behind. Rick looked at Michonne with anger because he wanted Carl back. "We need to go after them!" -- "Rick you heard what they said. If we follow them there will be consequences. I know you don't like this idea but we are going to have to call off our plan with Negan and try and get his help in finding Carl, Daryl and Rosita. The guy worked for Negan after all, maybe he knows where he is or something." -- "No!" Rick replied, getting into the car. "I'm going to find them. You stay here or go with me." Starting up the ignition, Michonne sighed, getting into the car.
It was now approximately ten at night now, knowing it was that late and they haven't returned yet for their supply run, Carol knew deep down something was wrong. As everyone was in their beds asleep except for two who was on night watch at the gate, she walked up to them and looked up. It was one middle aged male and a middle aged woman on watch. "Anything yet?" Seeing them shaking their heads. "No sorry Carol." -- "Then I'm going out." The woman exclaimed. "Something might have happened to them and I'm going to go find them." Carol walked away to gather some gear to go out, she made sure to keep quiet so she didn't wake up anyone.
Grabbing a rifle gun, swinging it on her shoulder and returning back to the gates about fifteen minutes later, there was one other running car outside that she would use to go find them. Standing at the gate, looking at the guards, waiting for them to open it. "Carol, I really don't think it's a good idea you go out there by yourself this late at night. It's dangerous." Looking seriously at them and narrowing her eyes at them. "I don't care what you think now open the damn gates and let go through. Something is wrong I can feel it. I'm going to bring them back."
Watching the two looking at each other, sighing quietly and nodded, one of them opened the gate for her, watching her walking passed it. Carol had walked up to the other vehicle, putting her things down on the back seat, getting in and grabbing the spare keys that was under the sun protector visor and started up the ignition.
The drive seemed to feel like an hour, Carl, Daryl and Rosita was sitting in the back of the truck with two men keeping an eye on them so they didn't do anything stupid. Carl sighed to himself, leaning his head back against the truck and turned to look at one of the men sitting in the back with them. "You know my father will find us and kill you all. I don't know what you have planned for us, but you don't know my dad, he's probably following us right now so he knows where place is." Carl folded his arms in front of his chest.
Things aren't the way they were before, you wouldn't even recognize me anymore.
Watching Stella leave to go take care of making weaponry for his dad to use against Negan, he looked up at Rick seeing him look down at his son. "Let's go." Nodding his head and leaving to go pass the gates, hearing it close behind him, he looked back once more, watching Stella heading down the road. He couldn't help but smirk as she walked, staring at her butt and then walked to the car that awaited him with Daryl, Rosita and Michonne inside.
Getting in the back with Daryl and Rosita, he looked out the window, his father sat up front as Michonne was driving the car. The five of them spent the entire afternoon hunting supplies. After a fight with the walkers in a shopping mall, they seemed to have everything they needed now so they left as fast as they could before they got stopped again by more walkers. The sun slowly started to go down, they wouldn't make it back to Alexandria fo r a couple more hours as they were pretty far away.
Luckily they had enough gas with them to fill up if they needed too, but that was probably not necessary. Getting halfway back to Alexandria, Rick was driving and he had the car at a stop. Wondering what was going on the road was blocked by many large and thick tree branches. Then they could hear the sounds of whistling in the distance. "Dad, what is his deal? I thought if we got all he wanted he'd leave us alone." Carl questioned with a sigh. "I don't know stay here."
Watching Rick leaving the vehicle, Carl and the others watched, Michonne had gotten out too because she was stubborn. Watching the two just standing outside near the car, waiting to see what happens, a group of men had came out from the darkness. They were coming out in all directions. In front of the car, on each side of the car, behind the car, they were surrounded. Then a larger man had came out from the darkness and stopped close to both Rick and Michonne. It was not Negan. Nor none of these men. So who were they?
"You're not Negan. Why do you whistle like him?" Rick asked. Carl was about to get out when one of the men closed the door on him and kept him from coming out. "No, you're right. I'm not Negan. But you see, I used to be friends with Negan, I used to bow down to him. Used to call myself Negan. But, that son of a bitch turned his back on me and that was the end of it. So I gathered as many men as I could who didn't like Negan and formed my own group."
The other male explained, pacing back and fourth slowly. "Okay so what does this have to do with us? Let us go we have nothing to do with you or Negan." Rick replied as the other male laughed some. "That's where you are wrong, Rick. I know all about you and you're group and Alexandria and I know about the other communities that he has control over. You have everything to do with that bastard." Before he could continue speaking Rick interrupted. "Look, I don't know what kind of problems you have with Negan but that's you're problem to deal with not ours. Now if you don't mind we have a community to go back too. All we do is get supplies for Negan and he leaves us alone and we leave him alone."
Carl in the car looked at Rosita and Daryl. "We need to do something." -- "Like what, Carl?" Daryl questioned. Shaking his head, the younger teen didn't know how to answer that. He looked out of the windows, trying to listen to the conversation that was going on. Meanwhile back at Alexandria, Carol had gone to check on Stella, and also to ask her if she seen Carl and the others who left early that morning for a supply run. "Hey Stella how's it going with the weapons?" She asked. Waiting for a response. "Have you seen Carl and the others yet? They should have been back by now, I'm starting to get a little worried."
Things aren't the way they were before, you wouldn't even recognize me anymore.
Once the two had made their way up the staircase and stood at the top of the stairs, outside the bathroom, he turned to look at her, smiling at her, looking into her eyes deeply and seductive. Feeling her movements, her hands stroke around his face, he placed both of his hands on each side of her waist. Their eyes still locked into each other. The chest of the lovers had touched, their lips had met each other, moving at a steady and soft, romantic pace, his eyes closed, wrapping his arms around her body, keeping Stella close.
Carl couldn't help but chuckle, slowly inching his body away to get a good look at her with a smile. "I know, me too. But we are back at home now, we will end up going for round two. Not that I wouldn't enjoy that but don't think my dad and anyone else would appreciate that." The male laughed softly. "Dream of me while you are in there." He winked. Their lips had met once again, Carl giving her a few seconds of a romantic kiss. Once their lips had broke apart, they both embraced each other tightly. Carl tightened his arms around her for a few seconds before letting go and kissing her forehead.
Watching as Stella walked away to go to the bathroom, seconds later he felt a pinch upon his ass which made him jump like anyone would if they weren't expecting it. "You'll get your payback eventually." The young male smirked with a soft chuckle and winked at her once more. "I can say the same for you. If we weren't here or we had the place to ourselves, you'd be in big trouble." The bathroom door was finally shut, separating the two for the moment, he headed back downstairs and got something to eat to curb his hunger and some water to clench his thirst.
Returning back upstairs, he headed to his bedroom and sat down on the bed, eating his snack and taking a couple sips of his water. Once they were both gone, he just leaned back with his head resting against the headboard, waiting for his turn to take a shower. Carl could hear the water running from his room so he'd know when it was his turn to take one. About ten minutes later, the water had stopped running, he stood up from his bed and grabbed some clean clothes, hearing the door open to the bathroom and his girl's voice. "Thank you, babe."
Making his way out of the room, seeing Stella wrapped around the towel and headed into the room she stayed in. Before Stella closed the door, he rushed behind her, giving her a slap on her ass under the towel, so his hand met with the skin of her ass. "I'll see you in a bit." Heading into the bathroom, placing his clothing down on the side of the sink, he began to get undressed, he was naked now, leaning over to turn the water on he got right in and felt the warm relaxing water hit his skin. He didn't waste no time as he got himself wet, covered his body with soap before rinsing it off and adding hair products to his hair.
After rinsing his hair out and he was clean enough he turned the water off, getting out and dried himself down with the towel. Once he was dry enough he got himself dressed and left the bathroom. Peeking into Stella's room he noticed she wasn't in there so he headed downstairs and looked around. Seeing she was in the kitchen he smiled. "Feel better? I know I always do when I take a shower." Carl chuckled some, and heard the door opening up in the house and turned his head to see who was walking in. It was Daryl.
"Where have you two been? You're dad is looking for you both." The elder male stated. "Let's go." Watching as the man left the house, Carl turned to Stella. He couldn't help but chuckle a little and follow Daryl outside. He knew he'd probably be getting in trouble now, but he didn't care. It was worth it, and he was growing up so he should be able to make his own choices now. Since he was becoming a young adult now. Walking through the streets of Alexandria, he turned his head when he heard the sounds of biting into an apple from Stella and arched a brow.
"You enjoying that apple?" He asked, chuckling softly. Daryl turned his head at the two of them, shaking his head and rolled his eyes. Bringing the two to Rick who was waiting for them at the gate with his arms crossed, looking at the three of them. Clearing his throat and looking at his father. "Yes dad?" Rick was so busy with taking care of things around Alexandria that honestly he didn't notice the two of them were late getting to their duties. "Where have you two been? I been trying to find you. Carl I need you to go with me, Daryl, Michonne and Rosita. We are behind on supplies and Negan will be here tomorrow. We need to get that stuff before he arrives."
Turning his head towards Stella. "Stella I need you to stay here. I have an important task for you. You told me once before you can make weapons, am I correct?" He asked. Rick looked at a few of the others that stood beside him by the gate, then back at her. "I need you to make some. And it will have to be done by today. Because tomorrow, that bastard is going to die."
Things aren't the way they were before, you wouldn't even recognize me anymore.
Carl smiled at her, still swinging back and fourth on the porch swing. "Well, I'd hope so." The young male chuckled softly and leaned his head back against the back of the swing. "You're more amazing and I'm glad to have spent that with you too. You're also my first." He replied.
Seeing and feeling her sit down on the porch swing as well. He took her hand into his also, interlocking their fingers together and stayed close as they rocked back and fourth. Taking in the beautiful scenery of the empty field in front of them and the sun shining through the trees as it was rising for the day.
Once hearing her speaking, he turned his head to look at her and nodded his head in agreement. "Yes. We are very lucky to be living in a small town that still has water working. I'm not surprised that this place doesn't have water working cause it's hard to find a place with running water these days...Me too, babe." Carl smiled.
Enjoying her touch as she gently stroked and kissed his cheek, he turned his head and gave her a passionate kiss upon her lips before getting up with her, still keeping their hands together and started to walk towards the stairs of the porch and walked down them to get back to Alexandria.
Upon reaching the dirt ground, the both of them began running towards Alexandria. Thankfully it wasn't too far so they didn't have a far run. Carl has been doing a lot of running these days in order to survive so he became used to the running and wasn't out of shape, so this was nothing to him.
Seeing the fence surrounding Alexandria approaching them, they stopped nearby and sat down on a tree stump for a moment to catch their breath before sneaking back in. After about five minutes, he was fine now, looking down at Stella and smiled at her. "You ready to go back?" He asked, hoping she had was rested enough now.
Looking around their surroundings for a moment, the male walked to the fence and climbed up and over it, so far he didn't see anyone around so just maybe they were able to get away with sneaking out last night and head back to their homes to get a shower and start their daily duties.
Unfortunately though, as soon as they both climbed down and facing the fence still before turning around, Carl turned around to see Maggie standing there with her arms crossed over her chest. "And where do you think you two were going?" She asked, looking at them seriously.
A soft sigh escaped his lips as he looked at Maggie. As much as he wanted to lie to her, he just couldn't, Maggie was a friend and knew she could keep secrets to a certain extent. "Please don't tell anyone. Neither one of us could sleep last night so we snuck out last night. But we are back now and going to be going to our duties as soon as we take a shower."
Biting on his lower lip, studying Maggie's expression and waiting for a response, Maggie sighed and nodded, allowing them to walk passed her to do what they needed to do without saying a word. Seeing them both walking away, Maggie left to do her own duties and didn't say anything.
Reaching the porch steps of the house they were staying in, he opened the front door once they got to it and headed upstairs after Stella. "I suppose we better take a shower one at a time since we are back in our community. So you can go ahead and take your shower first." He stated to Stella with a smile.
Things aren't the way they were before, you wouldn't even recognize me anymore.
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Smiling at Stella's words, he was enjoying every minute of this just as much as she was. Closing his eyes feeling her fingers stroking through his hair, he continued to thrust back and fourth slowly but soon began to pick up the pace. It felt good, he couldn't think of a better moment than right now. His breathing began to escalate harder while he moved. This went on for awhile, but he wasn't in no rush to stop.
Leaning down to give her a passionate and deep kiss upon her lips, he smiled softly against them. He felt her walls tightening against his d*ck, he wanted to climax into her but he wanted this, their first moment to last a good while, he was enjoying her, he was enjoying the intense moment between them. Running his hand and figures up and down her bare leg, he leaned down to kiss her thigh with a little nibble.
Carl looked into her eyes, now his movements became faster and harder, his breathing became rough on him, he couldn't hold on any longer. Moaning loud and biting down on his lower lip as hard as he could, he began to climax into her which made him groan in pleasure. After letting his warm juices flow into her he rested for a moment to catch his breath. He could feel his body all hot and sweaty but in a good way.
Letting his body collapse beside her, he allowed himself to calm down and cool off a bit, smiling over at her. "That felt good. I'm glad we did that. And I'm glad I got you. I didn't want to do that with anyone else."
Leaning over to kiss her head and closed his eyes. Even though he was tired earlier before they left Alexandria but couldn't sleep, he was more tired now and could probably get some rest now. He was wore out from their special moment and needed his energy to start a new day tomorrow. "As much as we should really get back before we get in trouble for leaving and not telling anyone, I don't want anyone to worry about us, but I don't want to get up." He chuckled softly and looked up at the ceiling.
Within a few minutes, Carl had started falling asleep on the floor next to her. He had no control over that, he was tired and exhausted and needed the sleep. He wasn't aware of what was going on around him in that moment. He didn't know if Stella went to sleep too, or if she stayed awake and laid there, or if she got up and left, he didn't know, but he hoped that she was still by his side until the next morning.
The next morning the young male could feel heat on his face, he sighed and struggled to open his eyes, the last thing he remembered was laying in a dark room and now he was waking up in a brighter room where his eyes were completely adjusted to the sun yet. Looking around and seeing Stella still asleep, he smiled and got up from the ground and stretched his body out hearing the crackling in his body from being on the hard floor.
"I wonder if there's anything here to eat or drink?" He asked himself, walking to a room in the house that looked like the kitchen, once inside, he started to rummage through the counters and cabinets, but found nothing. If they wanted something to eat or drink they would have to sneak back into Alexandria which would be hard to do at this time of morning now that everyone was awake and probably fulfilling their duties.
Walking back out of the kitchen, he bumped into Stella and looked at her. "You scared me, I didn't hear you wake up. You sleep well?" He asked, looking at her. "I don't want to rush you, since you just got up but we should head back to Alexandria soon cause there isn't anything here to eat or drink and plus everyone is probably worried about us since we didn't wake up in our beds this morning."
Carl smiled, he allowed her to wake up a little before going on their way, making his way towards the front door, he walked over onto the porch to a porch swing that still looked like it was in okay shape. Already he could feel it was going to be hot today, right now it felt good cause it wasn't too hot and it wasn't too cold, he could feel the cool breeze against him.
Swinging back and fourth on the swing ever so gently, he saw Stella coming outside and smiled. "That was fun last night. I hope you enjoyed it too?" He asked. Hearing that she did enjoy herself, that made him grin even more. "I'd say we are both gonna have to take a shower now. We kinda smell like...Sex" He laughed softly and looked over at the empty field, it was nice to look at, and he hoped one day he could live in a place like this.
