Post by Shadow♥-San on Oct 24, 2008 14:13:18 GMT -6
Eärlindë Séregon
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Name;; I was dubbed Eärlindë Séregon at birth but I have long abandoned that name, so I took on my nick name, Shadow Paw.
Age;; I have been traveling on weary paws for 1,947 days; five years four months.
Gender;; I made made up of two X chromosomes; female.
Pack;; A loner wishing to join the Darkrai Pack.
Rank;; I aspire towards a high rank (Alpha, Beta) but, I shall take anything.
Power;; I have been marked an Illusionist. [[If that's ok, of course. ^_^]]
Image;; --
Appearance;;
I’m a very… unique wolf.
A prestige pelt is as black as a night sky and holds not a blemish. My voids are the color of a thick morning fog and show no emotion because of that. The frame of which is my body, is very long but lithe. I am supported by my four slender yet well-muscled legs that take me to incredible speeds. Petite looking paws have taken me thousands upon thousands of miles, hardening the pads under them. Protruding from these paws of mine are lethal talons that I never retract for I find it to my advantage to leave them in the open for all to see their length, sharpness, and thickness. AT my rear, you can easily spot my long silky tail that is always swaying as if I am content but really, it means I am thinking; which is all the time. The charcoal pelt I have covering my body is long and thick but amazingly soft and always shedding. I have truly been built like an assasin, for I am quick and quiet. I am deadly.
Personality;;
Judge me if you like; this is just how I am.
This small female, is a closed book. Everything she knows, everything she feels, everything that goes on inside of her is kept a secret from everybody except for her. When you look into the voids of others you can see if they are in pain, in joy, grieving, and so on... However, for this female things are different. When you look into her voids all you see is their clouded color; no emotions. Plus she isn't the one to share them either. Shadow is of the quiet type, hardly speaking unless addressed to, or unless giving orders. Normally she strays away from large groups but she now knows she cannot do that anymore especially is she wishes to lead one day. For her age on this planet she knows a lot compared to others and she uses her knowledge to help her, and the ones she cares for. Yes, Shadow can care, though she won't necessarily do it openly. Inherited from her father, is a strong blood lust that emerges in battles, hunts, or even wounds but, I must say she has become better at controlling herself. She has a strong will and mind, never the one to tolerate being put down or disrespected. She is light on her feet and thinks quickly in tough situations as if there was never any danger or threat around her because to her everything slows down, giving her time. Surprisingly, she has a strong flirtatious side that she has been known to show when she deeply wants something and that's the only way she can think to get it.
History;;
My unspoken past!
The wind howled in the dead of night, echoing in the cave. A small female was giving birth, with many wolves surrounding her with her mate by her side. The female, had given birth to three pups, but only one was born alive. The pup born alive was smaller than the rest of the dead pups and the pack knew straight away she was a runt. But was she? The pups' mother, was a small black Canadian Wolf, standing only twenty-one inches to the shoulder, and the father was also black and consisted of a different breed; Mackenzie Valley Wolf. Twas a strange combination but who is to go against the natural force of love?
It was obvious that the only pup of theirs born alive, would be black just like them. It was not until hours later, while the mother, Fëawen Séregon, was cleaning off her pup did she realize it was a female. "Tis a female!" Her clear voice rang out, her pitch overpowering even the winds. The large male, Galadriël Séregon, licked his mates muzzle and turned to the nine wolves surrounding them and spoke with authority, "From this point on my daughter shall be known as Eärlindë Séregon, the heir to the Rouka Pack!" The whole cave began to ring loudly with the barks from the others, as they all crammed around the mother to look at their future ruler.
While all voids were drawn onto Eärlindë she was completely unaware of them for being so young, she could not hear nor see, all she knew was to suckle her mum's milk. But, as everyone was in a joyful mood and all congratulating their alphas, one wolf stayed back, one wolf was not happy. One-year-old Celebriän Fëfalas [Kohl], the alpha female's first pup from a litter of the past year with a different male, was fuming but also happy. He had been deemed heir to the throne, but now some new flesh and blood runt was taking it. However, he realized that maybe he was brought to the world to protect her!
Eärlindë surprised them all by growing at a normal rate, and developing when she was suppose to. Now, having full control over her body, being able to see and hear, she was eventually let out of the den. The world around her surprised her, scared her, and captivated her at the same time. Eager to learn more about it she would always test her caretakers or her mother on how far she could roam, but it was never far. Elders of the pack were always graced by her presence a lot as she got older in age, for she would ask them continuous questions about the world, what it was like for them growing up, all their experiences and so on. That is what she would do for hours until the elders got weary of her and said they had to sleep. Sitting perfectly still, blue voids would stare at them almost unblinkingly, audits perked up as best as they could and all her attention would be on them. Eärlindë learned a lot this way, much more than one her age should, or would know.
Play was something she never knew, for there were never any other pups and her brother, was never around... He had been exiled to Omega and not allowed to be near her or even glimpse at her. Why? Galadriël thought it unsafe, that he would try to kill her, but he couldn't banish him for fear of his mate leaving him to follow. Shortly after 12 months, she was finally able to go on hunts and that was where she shined. She was fast, agile, and a quick thinker when it came to the hunt, just like her mother. Only a little older than one, she was already leading many successful pack hunts, and was soon respected even more by all. Her personality was great, and she made friends with everyone and that included the neighboring packs.
Friends called her Shadow, not Eärlindë for that's what she was, a shadow. Soon enough, everyone starting calling her Shadow except for her parents who called her Sére. She seems perfect, doesn't she? Like every other wolf and creature in the world, she wasn't. She struggled with for many years with lack of sight as her voids turned from able to a pale green-gray. Fighting was something she could not do at all, as well as swim. Aqua-phobia is what she had and she refused to be near water that was deeper than her small and delicate paws.
Love was never in her sights no matter how many males tried to court her. They were all refused and met claws... or her fathers. Her relationship with her parents starting drifting, she was getting older, they were getting older. Soon it would be time for her to take over as she reached her fourth birthday. Knowing all she needed, Galadriël and Fëawen decided to step down in five months but Eärlindë had different plans. While walking along the beach with her trusted friend Soyumi, they decided to brave the fierce sea together to get rid of her fear. Little did they know of the dangers lurking in the cold and icy water.
Yes, icy. All around ice was starting to cover the sea and neither female had the since to not go in. An undertow lurked and waited as the two swam about, growing more and more comfortable with the water, Eärlindë edged out further until she was pulled under. It had gotten her, dragged and sucked her under with mighty force. Her body felt limp as she was subjected to the oceans every whim and soon fell out of mind. Waking up hours later cold and wet, pale voids stared out to a vast world of water. Feeling so small and helpless her small cranium bent down to see what she was on; floating ice. Feeling faint, she drifted back off and soon learned to grab fish from the surface a few days later to eat.
It was a long journey, but finally land could be seen. Mustering all the strength she had, Eärlindë jumped off of her barge and swam to the shore where she shortly after collapsed where a journey of many perils and fortunes would unfold themselves for her.
RP Example;;
Don't be afraid.
Blood flowed so easily from the soft fleshy tissue of the stag, tainting all around it. A cry of pain and anguish arose into the air from the dying creature. It's heart was strong and it wasn't giving up easily- just like its predator wanted. The hunter did not want it to be over quickly and painlessly, no the hunter would rather toy with it, watch it struggle to hold onto life to stay in the pathetic world of the living. For some reason or another, the stag running and crying out, urged the hunter on faster and faster at its heels. A whirl-wind of dead and fallen leaves was created as the two figures ran along a path which was being splattered in blood.
Long and sharp talons clicked in a continues rhythm as they kept hitting the stone underneath. A long, slick, and fluffy tassel swayed behind the hunter in satisfaction and eagerness. Voids of fog, which held no emotion, stared relentlessly at its fleeing target. Everything in the world didn't matter anymore, it was just her and the stag and she was going to win for that was the way of life; predator and prey. Slender and well muscled pillars of a small and lean black vixen bent back and locked like a loaded spring. Instantly, that spring was unlocked, sending a wolf arching into the air above a struggling creature. Although she was not heavy, the stag buckled under her.
Lethal weapons hit home; directly into the neck. A lovely red liquid flowed now from both neck and hind quarters and in the mind of the female; Shadow Paw, it was a sweet and "beautiful" thing to see. For one to fall to the superior was always a great thrill. Growing bored of the thrashing deer, she ended it with one malicious bite to the airway. Suddenly, dark brown pupils rolled back leaving only the white of it visible. Ivory canines bit, tugged, and tore at the meaty flesh as her mind drifted away to someplace far away...
Blood, howls, fighting and more bloodshed. Day after day, experiencing and seeing it all unfurl around you. To know you are safe, is an understatement. It was a cycle of life and death, the hunter and the hunted, or in this case, wolf against wolf; cannibalism. It was always constant bloodshed and fighting, with the same three figures always there, Adrian, Kohl, and of course Shadow Paw. They would sit there, her and her brother, and watch it all with wild and open voids. Even so young, they had to fight, they were an open target for the enemy and they had to fight them off.
It was easy to say that she loved the thrill of her first wolven kill at such a young age and the feeling would always bubble up inside every time she began a chase. Loving every minute of it from the moment you make eye contact, to the moment talons strike and the last breath is taken and in the end- there is only satisfaction. Yet, at the same time, she seemed so pure and even innocent. Sure, she did not think so, but others did. The world was a cruel place to her where only the best and the fittest could survive in, excluding some of the "lesser" animals.
This peacefully seeming female, Shadow, had a heart as black as her charcoal pelt and felt no feelings towards anyone. Lies. Her life was full of them; just like everyone else even if they have never realized it. Make-believe was a perfect word she used to describe herself around others. She was in their minds, perfect, but only because she was making it seem that way. So many tried to court her, and so many failed as they followed her on her quest to find a home. A shiver went down her spine as she finished devouring her meal and was now licking herself clean. Cold like ice was her heart and voids, but only one seemed to melt them both.
A male like no other, Deadly Nightshade, took all her worries and silent fears away and made her feel like she was starting life over again. She could see into his soul when she looked into his violet voids, and he into hers. It was scary how it had only been a mere two weeks. However, in those two weeks she was able to find and see so much about him with no words being spoken, than someone could in a lifetime of trying. He had his secrets, she knew, and she had hers. Secrets that could, in her mind, even make him wriggle in disgust. In a way though, she had finally learned the word "love" even in spite of herself. Nothing about the world made much sense to her now as more questions bubbled up each day, but those questions would have to wait- for now.
Audits as black as a night sky stood erect as a howl emitted over the lands coming from north of her. To her, the howl was a sweet yet deadly melody calling for her and only her, and that made her feel special. Black paws hit the ground delicately and almost daintily caring her perfectly poised small black body with sheer elegance it was almost creepy. A response was not given for she had made a promise to him when they met, " Say the word, and I will follow you." The howl to her was a word, a word that told her to come to him- and she listened. Minutes went by and soon enough her small body and silky pelt blended right in with his, "Your dark petal has returned." Soft lyrics flowed from her like music, warming everything around them.
Her body, small and light, leaned gingerly against Nightshade's large frame as pale voids looked up at him- searching. Despite her feelings now, she still could not help but to be dragged down. Dragged down deeper and deeper everyday by the encounter of her brother on the faithful day she met the brujo standing elegantly next to her. "I do hope you are satisfied." That statement was pointing to two things... One was of his hunt, and hope he had eaten his fill and two, that he was happy with the lands that he found- surprisingly open. Shadow would wait, long tassel swaying slightly, cranium titled up looking at his facade, and silent, awaiting his vocals that she longed to hear.
Family;;
Mother;; Fëawen Séregon
Father;;
Brothers;; Celebriän Fëfalas ;;
Sisters;;
Other;;
Mate;; I was loved by one- but I have forever lost him. Deadly Nightshade Now she seeks another.
Pups;; No, I lost them before they were born.
Codeword;; -admin edit-[[<-- I think that's what I saw 0_o it hurt my eyes trying to decipher normal from bold letters.]] [/color]
