One who knows something but knows nothing, Eruru

[Mello]

Name:

Eruru

Age:

48 long and cold moons.

Sex:

I was born a female.

Species:

I am a Artic Wolf, as white as snow.

Pack:

I am in the pack of Skyla

Rank:

I show promise in the care of other Wolves, I am a Shaman.

Appearance:

Two twinkling green eyes hardly give justice to my emotions. They are sometimes dull, but sometimes jaded like ice. I am small, hardly a fighter, but a runner. My ears, are snowy white like the rest of my body, but marred. Four small paws lead of to thin and small legs, which leads to a furry body.

I walk with a limp, something I am cursed with. My back leg is riddled in scars. My muzzle pure white is normally open in a snarl. My tail is long, yet bushy to cover up years of bite marks. My fur, in the moonlight is a radiant beam, and if I would have a happy personality, this would be a reflection, yet I am not, and it is a cruel joke.

Personality:

I am a strange wolf, a cruel and malicious fighter, has chosen of my own free will to be a Shaman, somewolf that cares for the sick. My green eyes alwasy sees the truth, as nothing gets past my mind. My leaders, who ever they may be, can trust I will say nothing to overthrow them. No matter how many times my loyality has been tried, nothing has broken it yet. Do not expect me to be kind. As I am not.

I am cruel, caring very little for your cries of pain. I however, know no cruelity on small pups, as I would give my life for them in a quick hearbeat. I am full of advice, as my years has given me, and my knowledge of herbs are nothing but astounding. Come to me for advice? Sure, but don't bite my head off when I tell you what you're afraid to hear. When it comes to some one I care about, I will go through anything to keep them safe. Yet, that won't be anyone anytime soon. Watch out, I'm watching you.

History:

A long history to be sure, as I am not a short lived wolf. My name came from the flowers, my sister being Aruru. We were cursed in a frozen wasteland, my mother and father stupid creatures. My grandmother, Tsukuru, was a selfless Shaman with much knowledge to teach my sister and I. Back then I was a happy pup, even though I was strange amoung my fellows. My mother was quite the mother as I was at least her twentieth litter. She was aging. My father, who knows who he was...My father could be a rougue or member of the pack. Who knows.

My sister, was the same age as I, but clearly there was something wrong with her. She was extremely slow, as a pup should never be. I always thought leaps and bounds in front of her, yet she never cared. My sister, no was not born the same time as me. She was born two years after me. Sadly, she disappeared into the frozen tundra.

I was hearbroken, and angry that my mother laughed at my sister. Soon, my mother suddenly died, from a poisonus artic rabbit. I was extremely happy, something that was obvious. My grandmother however, seemed not to care as she taught me everything in my life. And I will never forget it. When she died, I was sad, but I avenged her, by killing my clan and walking out to the same direction my sister went missing.

Traveling I ended up in Skyla packlands, and I my thirst for knowledge led me to want to join...After all I wouldn't join some idiotic pack like my own.

[`Senna]

Accepted !

You may now roleplay your character in the Skyla Lands. :]