Eärlindë Séregon

[Suberu ♥]

Name: I was dubbed Eärlindë Séregon at birth but I have long abandoned that name, so I took on my nick name, Shadow Paw;;

Orgin:--

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;;

Overall description [eyes, build etc]:

I am not beautiful, I am not ugly; I am Me.

Shadow has a sumptuous black pelt that is as black as the midnight sky with a particular sheen that resembles the color of twinkling stars when she stands under moonlight. In the day her pelt is still midnight black, absorbing the suns warmth in the winter and oddly able to keep her cool in the hear. The fur itself is extremely thick come the colder days but even in the spring and summer it still seems thick enough to be a winter coat. Many however think that her fur is coarse just by looking at it but to the touch it feels like satin, like you would just want to get lost in it.

However her most compelling and most cursed feature are her deep gray eyes that resemble thick fog or smoke rising from a chimney. They are eerie yet captivating at the same time because when you look in them you see no emotion but weren't you suppose to see the soul through the eyes? Or did this mean Shadow doesn't have one? Because of that though many keep looking, hoping to see the glimpse of emotion hiding just beneath the surface, hoping maybe to see a glimpse of her colorful soul she keeps hidden. But to keep looking you have to put up with her relentless stare, the way it makes you feel as if she was seeing right through you or at other times like she was staring into a world only she could see. It was normally the later of the two. Although to her she resents her eyes, resents how it was her who made them the way they are, how they are only shades lighter than her pelt when they should be some normal color: brown, green, blue... But she wasn't normal, was she?

She's built like a runner, like an assassin and a spy. Her body is small, lean, slender and a little on the long side. Because of that many would assume she'd had short, almost stubby legs. She does not. Her limbs are long, slender, and muscular with small paws positioned at the end of them. The pads under her paws are worn from so much use, they are cracked from the many hundreds of miles of running and they bleed a lot these days. Her claws are dark, and like everything else about her body- slender. They are normally always out like a warning to anyone close and they are hardly sheathed unless around someone she trusts. With her long legs, slim body and, I forgot to mention a long fluffy tail, she's an excellent runner, a wonderful assassin in the dark due to her small size and color, but she is also silent. Silence is the key to everything. In the end though there is a simplicity about her that makes her beautiful in her own unique way.

Powers: I have the ability to hide in the shadows undetected, able to run and not make a noise when I am under their shield, and I have no odor. Because of that I am great at spying.;;

Wings: My wings are like the wings of a raven. The are small, although powerful enough to lift me, and they protrude from between my shoulder blades. Like my fur my wings are midnight black, and not a feather is out of place;;

Family:

• My mother is Fëawen Séregon; she is dead;;
  
• My father is Galadriël Séregon; he is missing;;
  
• My living half brother is Celebriän Fëfalas; he is searching for me;;
  
• My other siblings are worth no mention; they are dead;;

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; Timber 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.

Other: I plan to join Valley Springs or Pine Trails; maybe even claim them;;

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