Shadow Paw

[Jade]

Name: I was given the name Shadow Paw at birth.

Age: I have lived five terrible years, and three months.

Gender: Genes have created me a female.

Species I was born a Timber Wolf. [[Says so differently in her History though, sorry.]]

Pack: I have shelter nowhere, for I am a loner.

Personality:

Don't judge me, this is just how I am.

A closed book is what she basically is. All emotions she has, experiences, and portrays are all hidden and locked up behind her gray lifeless voids. However, she is capable of emotions- to an extent. Blood lust runs through her vanes whenever she smells blood- or is in a hunt. Her temper is great and she is not one to be angered if you value your body. Usually though, she stays back and observes and memorizes everything and tends to be classified as anti-social. Except, that is just how others look at her, they see what they want to see, not how she actually is.


To know the real her- get to know her. It's that simple. I will say this know, her mind is in constant motion; always thinking rationally. More times than one, silence engulfs her.


Appearance:

Don't judge by looks...

Her prestige pelt is as black as a night sky and holds not a blemish. My voids, are the color of a morning fog and show no practically no emotion. My frame is small with long, slender, and well-muscled pillars. Muscles that are ever-growing can be seen underneath her peltage of long but coarse fur. Talons are almost always unsheathed for she uses them all the time in killing anyone she can- and I mean it... My tassel is long, and is continuously swaying- when it stops, she is usually thinking hard. Shadow is lithe and slender, and as silent as an assasin- for she is one.

Because of her shape, her speed is extremely fast, as well as her stamina. Clinging to her pelt, is the sweet smell of honeysuckles all year round, everyday. That sent has always been there, has always been around her, even in the water, but she can't say why. Oddly enough though, she can walk through foliage and not even leave a scent and make it as if she was never there.

History

This is just how events unfolded for me...

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 succesful pack hunts, and was soon repsected 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 ble 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 sense 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.