SoulDead

[koh]

Name:
Souldead

Gender:
male

Age:
3years

Pack:
none

Rank:
loner

Personality:
I am often called cold, due to my quiet and easy going manner. Never really bothering with others because they have always judged me. Their words made me cold and made me seem heartless, but the shell of ice melts when I'm around others who are like me and know the pain of being called something they weren't. But a difference separates me from them, the words broke me, cut me down. But they, they stand. Just as they did when it happened. I envy them. Their strength and their wisdom, their loved ones.

I'm often frowned upon for my loose tounge when it comes to challenges. I have been hurt inside, why should I care about the rest? I love my friends, my pack. They don't know it, is it real? I wonder this much and it makes me feel worse. I'm not cold, not cold like the ice that coats the land during the winter. But similar in some ways, I hope to find the light of my world to melt me, take me away. I am souldead, that is who I will stay. Cold to others and wishful to be saved, from my self and from the cold feeling that I can't chase away.



Description:
Souldead, a Mexican wolf, is a lean but has a strong build to his body frame, quite filled out since his younger years. Soft Grey fur, tipped with black, covers his light skin underneath and is long enough to flutter with the wind. His amber eyes are like frozen fire and his teeth are healthy and his gums are pink. With paws bigger than normal, he struggled with them before, now they only add to his uniquely developed features and help him run through the winter snow. His ears are thick with his fur to keep them safe and warm, his pads are tough and strong with years of wear to them, that seemed only to improve how well they worked.

His voice, like velvet, soft and low. His ears short and his neck long and mobile. He is perfectly adapted. He is beautiful, handsome, lovely. the way his muscles flex when he moves, everything as it should be. Not a hair out of place. His snout long and his flank fluffed, he is a true example of a wolf, appears to be surviving well in his environment. But looks only get you so far, Can the strength that lays doormat in his muscles save him from a rouge life as a wolf?


History:
I am called cold, my heart is said to be broken and old. This is true. I am tired, tired of the lies I have been told about the love that all wolves are treated with from my pack, tired of being pushed around. When I was a pup, life was cruel and I was faille. Deemed a unstable runt with no chance of survival. But, in a twist of fate, here I am. My mother, she was lovely. A beautiful young female named Hushedsong. My father isn't in any of the faded and worn memories that I can bring back, I don't believe he was ever in them. I remember my siblings and what happened to them too. My mother had given birth in a dusty cave that the alpha pair no longer used. She had left, for food maybe, memories fade. I remember calling out with them for her, and the alpha female coming and taking us one by one to the icey river at the edge of the territory, and to protect her own kin, she tossed us into the tumbling rapids, tossed us in to die.

But, just as before, the faille me didn't perish. I remember the pleas for help from my siblings, then the pain of my lugs crying out for oxygen. A young she wolf, soft and black, who was not my mother or anyone I know, she pulled me into the air. She saved me. A female from the Icey Hills. She brought me home, gave me a home. Like my own mother could not. And now, without her, after she was killed on a hunt, I am alone once again to ponder the idea of fate. The faille one survived. But he is SoulDead.

Parents:
Refilan - father
Mukiana - mother
juneua- sister
klirent - brother


other:
None