Post by Shadow♥-San on Oct 28, 2008 18:02:35 GMT -5
Eärlindë Séregon
(Air- ral- lin- da Sara- gone)
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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.
Species: --Unknown--
Pack: Either Azhar or Azrael but I have not decided.
Rank: I would like Theta or Gamma, though I'll take anything.
Gender: I made made up of two X chromosomes; female.
Age: I have been traveling on weary paws for 1,947 days; five years four months.
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.
Height: I stand only 2 3/4 feet tall to the shoulder.
Weight: I am small and lithe, only weighing sixty-five pounds.
Description:
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.
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 wolf of an unknown breed, standing only twenty-one inches to the shoulder, and the father was also black and consisted of a different breed; one that is not known. 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.
Family:
Mother;; Fëawen Séregon
Father;;
Brothers;; Celebriän Fëfalas ;;
Sisters;;
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.
Likes:
- Pups
- Utter darkness and the moon and stars
- Silence
- Space
- Having a say in things
Dislikes:
- Other females
- Light-hearted males
- Happy go-lucky wolves
- Pure wolves in general
- Loud places
- Disrespectful wolves
Powers: Shadow can become almost a ghost, taking shadows and wrapping them around her already black pelt. By taking the shadows she can travel undetected but if she is touched by sunlight, her cover is blown.
Weaknesses: Shadow has two weaknesses, her brother Kohl and deep water.
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