Name: Selene
Age: 6 1/2 years
Gender: Female
Appearance: A massive silver fae she was. Muscle literally rippling in every movement she had made. He pelt shone silver as the moon rays on a clear night. Her fur having a silky, smooth texture, and seemed to shine with metallic luster in the light. Her paws were as well as massive as her frame, her ebony daggers sunk into the ground with surprising ease. They were thick, and sharp as no others. Her eyes resembled the sharpness. A crisp steel blue eyes glowed within the night. Holding back many feelings, emotions and thoughts behind a violet vale. Her eyes held deep secrets that had run through her generations, a secret no other could unravel. Her audits were all perfectly intact, and stood erect over her crania, taking in everything slowly and carefully. Her ivory pearls gleemed in a deadly flash, her large sharp fangs imposing a challenge. Would you take her up on it? Or would you just crumble into dust between her mighty jaws. A silver goddess of pain. A scyth of the gods.
She had been through many battles, many victorious fights, yet no scars were visible for her fur had cleverally hid them. She seemed she never was in a fight, but in closer examination you could see a long jagged scar running from her left shoulder down to her side, close to her soft underside. Another set of scars ran from her right flank, running down with the grooves of her muscles. Just one more set of battle marks that never wanted to fade from memory was from her right most side of her neck, running its length to her shoulder. She seemed to be flawless from afar, and inexperianced, but all would find out, the hardest way they would ever come to realize could be.
Personality: Shes a sweet, innocent looking wolf untill one gets to close. Her real personality is dark, darker then the nights of winter. Colder then the frigid weathers of the north. Shes not evil, no, but mean, cruel, and yet understanding. She likes to talk, but only to those she could trust, and sadly, there are not alot. Many wolves who come to know Selene view here as sometimes incoherent, or maddening by her ways of dealing things. She enjoys the silence of the wilderness. Most times she could be found lingering near a creak, or near a dense thicket of trees. She is hardly seen communicating many wolves, seeing how she ends up killing most of them by her apparent 'dullness' or 'incomparisons' of her to any other. She is a smart, tacticle thinker. Liking to think every step out, every move, dictate what the other wolves would do if she takes certain actions. She always has a back up plan, she always is prepared for most things. She would hardly, if never, get taken by surprise by a sudden action. Her hard temper, her dark humor sets her within the categorization of being evil. Though she just uses that to get what she wants. She has the patience for it, she knows how to play the word games, just aswell as the physical games every wolf plays.
She would only show her kindness, her loving, and caring side to her mate or her pups, if she ever were to bear a batch. No wolf tried to tame her, no brute tried to romance her. Not one would try and cetch this lily with thorns. No one has tried to hold her venemous gaze, or tried to out strength her jaws, and lives. No, she likes to kill the weak, seeing it unfit for them to live alongside her. When she dreams of a mate, she dreams of a wolf that could match her temper, her skill, her strength, but also captures her interest with words, and the soothing speech of love. Though its just a dream as she knows none will take up her as a challenge. They would all rather die under her might. She loved this sadistic ruling power, she loved it, and uses it to her advantage.
History: Since she was a pup she stood out, the largest pup of the batch. And possibly the whole pack. The pack was aligned of goodness, but even as a pup, Selene was disgusted by this. Her mind grew incredibly quick, she was the first to speak, first to walk, first of everything within her pack. A eerie, powerful aura surrounded her. Her parents were weary of this, scared of what she might become. As they had heard of a wolf from the past from the same pack has grew into a powerful, evil ruler. Despite all these things they tried to bring her up, and change some of her darkened ways already. But sadly they only achieved in making it worse. She didnt let them see this, oh no she wouldnt, she would let them believe she was being kind and sweet. Only when she did this, her insides churned in pure disgust. She saw no point in being kindly to all wolves. Its didnt make sense to her. Not one single bit of it.
She began to grow larger then the others, quite quickly in fact. Began to learn more about the past of her pack. How the pack, one instance had gave up a mute pup. A pup she could not be let known of his name. She desperately wanted to know, as it would be her brother, a brother she wished to see, maybe learn about. Though her dreams would go to naught as they told her he was a good as dead. But time worn on, and soon rumors amongsts different packs, allies and enemies began to spread about a mute wolf, who had came to the most extreme power, residing over a land no one Alpha was able to control. The fear and feriocity of this wolf intrigued her so. She desperately was now looking for a way out of her bonds to the pack, and find this one wolf, a wolf she had an eerie feeling about.
Not much longer she had run for her pack. They were disgusting her too much for there sweet kindness. No guts for war, or thirst for blood. She wanted out, and got out. Her travels would hopefully bring her to him, this wolf she now viewed as a idol, a wolf that may be connected to her in some way. A replacement for her past family. But the trek was undoublty tough, as she now had a habit of running into wolves of the wrong sort. Wolves who attack for no reason. She survived all the fights and so forth, but she did not go unscathed, but her wounds lessoned over time as she grew more experianced with each encounter. She had to learn on her own, learn the ways of war by defeating others. She had hidden scars to prove her worthy as a fighter. But she knows that her task will not stop with the battles, or her death within a battle.