Introduction
Brr! It's cold out here! You think, pulling your parka closer. You keep muttering to yourself, "Bloody weather!"
You look around and your eyes widen in surprise. In front of you is the biggest glacier you have ever seen. Excitement and anticipation seem to bubble over inside of you, and you can't help but run up to the glacier's side and sink your gloved fingers into the ice. You ignore the shock of icy-coldness and try and find a way to climb up the large chunk of ice and snow. Amazingly, a pick lies abandoned nearby.
Still excited out of your mind, you use the pick to try and climb up the vertical face. You peck a few holes here and there, shoving your feet and fingers into the footholds that you just made. Numbness spreads through your limbs, sapping all the strength out of you. You're surprised to soon find yourself at the top, peering over the side. A wave of nausea passes over you as you realize how far up you are...and how dizzying the ground looks.
A noise comes from the left side of you, startling you. You slowly turn on your heel, afraid some polar bear is ready to eat you. What you see is not a polar bear, but a wolf instead.
Quickly, you take in the features of the wolf. Its pelt is a grayish-brown, making the wolf stick out like a sore thumb. A pink gem is embedded in the wolf's forehead, glinting as the sun bounces off its polished surface. A desert necklace hangs around the wolf's head, and a matching braclet clings onto the wolf's paw--the wolf's bloody paw. It seems that the wolf is not hurt, and that the bloody paw is normal...almost as if the paw seeps out blood on its own accord.
Bright red eyes meet your own gaze, and a shock travels down your spine. Intelligence and grief swarms around in whirlpools in those eyes, giving you a feeling of unhappiness.
The wolf opens its mouth to speak, revealing sparkling, white, sharp teeth. "Hello, young one.
You're startled; you are greeted with a cool, calm, yet somewhat scared, female voice. "H-h-hi." You stutter back, realizing your stuttering is caused by the cold.
The wolf pads forward, looking you up and down. "You poor thing! You're freezing half to death!" She begins to rub against you like a cat, bringing warmth to your frozen limbs.
You try to speak through your chattering teeth. "T-t-thank you." The wolf looks up and smiles.
She sits down and paws the ice, leaving a bloody paw-print. "Sit down, please. Would you like to hear a story?" You nod eagerly, relishing her warmth. "Well, then, let's begin..."
The Story
My name is Eaneth, and I'm considered the Lupe of the Dead. As you can see, my paw is bloodied fromm constant use, though I do not know why...
Anyway, you might ask, why are you here? I'm here because I ran away, far away, from where I originally lived. Why? My past is a rough one...a very rough one. You might think, ha! There are people with rough pasts, so I don't see why yours should be any different! Well, it is...
I guess you could say that I'm not exactly what you think. I am a sixteen year old wolf, though some wolves might think that is impossible. The average life-span for a wolf is four to five years, maybe a year or so more. But, I guess you could say I've exceeded that limit.
My Past
Like I said before, my past was a rough one. Though I have two parents, which many of us do, their relationship didn't work out so well after I was born...
Both of my parents got divorced after I was born. My father kept telling my mother, "Leave the child. Ditch her; she is of no use to us." But, my mother had declined that with a vicious snarl.
She had said, "Why should I? She's my daughter, for crying out loud!" My father had merely shaken his head, muttered something under his breath, and left, leaving my mother and I to fend for ourselves.
My mother kept me for three years, teaching me, hunting with me, and all the other things a mother should do. Unfortunately, it stopped at the three year mark because of a certain circumstance...
It turns out, in the midst of Fall, my mother was killed while out on a hunt. We had split up to gather food for the winter, and that was a bad mistake. I stumbled across my mother after having called out numerous times. She was just a brownish-grayish heap upon the ground. Only when I nudged her did I see the slashes that had been delivered to her fatally.
I was so terribly upset, thinking that my father had done this. I felt so angry, at least until a low, mournful wail reached my ears from inside the clearing. I had turned to see where the wail/howl had come from, and I gasped. My father was hanging from a tree by his neck...dead.
After seeing that, I ran away from that place. I donned the desert necklace and braclet to protect me against ghosts...and the thing or person that killed my parents. I ran away, scared, without anybody there to take care of me or to comfort me.
And the thing was, I was alone...
About Me
People often ask about my family. I am hesitant to talk about my dead parents, as many of the wolves that ask the question have parents of their own...live ones, anyway.
I don't exactly have a home yet, but, hopefully, I'll be accepted into a pack. I know that I might be strange to look at *points to paw*, but that does not matter. The comfort of those around me is what I seek and what I need.
If I were to describe myself, I would say that I'm shy, scared, weak, and many other things. My personality is one that is clumped together under one subject--fear, I think. As I said before, I'm shy, scared, weak, and sad, yet I'm friendly. I would not be one of those wolves who bite other wolves' heads off! *not literally*
Wolf name: Eaneth
Species: Spirit wolf
Eye color: Bright red
Pelt color: Grayish
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Significant Markings: One front paw covered with blood and a little pink gem on forehead
Crystal/Ability: Unknown
Family: Dead...
Significant others: None
Love: Viper
Pups: Iagnei
Occupation: Spirit
Background: My parents divorced and my mom kept me. My dad warned my mother to get rid of me, but she still kept me for 3 years. During fall season, my mother didn't come back. I looked around and I found her lying down, dead and slashed. It might have been my father, but he's dead too. I noticed him hanging from...
Other notes: I have a desert necklace and braclet to protect me from ghosts or the thing/person that killed my family.
Likes: The Quiet, Lieing down, Ice, Softness
Dislikes: The Loud, Theieves, Fire, Hardness
Eaneth Pictures
This is where there are drawings, sketches, etc., of Eaneth, if you can't get a good enough perspective of what she looks like from the background picture!
NO STICKY PAWS!!!
Coloring and extra Accessories by Gold_dragon_101213, Original Template by Neopound
