Name: Articous

Age: Four

Gender: Male

Pack: Loner

Postion: None

Appearence: Articous's hue is that of snowy white, perfect for the blending in his original arctic terra of which he owned such, so it seemed, a long time ago. His auds are small, his orbs golden lights flashing around large ebon pupils. His hue is thick and shaggy, his tassle long and bushy. He is slightly more compactly built than a normal arctic dwelling wolf, though perhaps not as sane, though who is?

Personality: Personality is something that is a little more hard for a bystander to pick out, even more so if that bystander knows nothing of him to begin with. Articous is quiet and thoughtful. He makes sure none of his breath is wasted into thin air. When he does allow himself to say something, he tries to make sure it counts,since conversing isn't one of his strong points. He normaly makes do with glares and nods any way when contact is needed. He doesn't like to see others be attacked unfairly, though he hardly does anything about it, his attidude is mainly to let others handle their own problems so long as they don't involve him. He has a softness for pups however, a strange trait.

History: He was born and raised in the arctic terra. He doesn't remember his parents, they were unimportant, driving him out to find his own in his youth like those of a normal trait. He was off, looking as a loner for a few months before he found her. She was a perfect goddess in his own golden orbs. Silver silk hue with stunning green eyes. He was leaping like a dumbstruck puppy at the first. Together they were ready to start a pack, she herself burdened with pups, his pups. He was never happier. He had his own roamings of claimed land. His terra a large clearing with a large lake in the center, tall mountain trees surrounding it and his icy cave. oft times they romped to it, and sometimes skid on the thickened ice for joy. But alas, their fun was not forever.
His fae of silver slid on the ice one perfect crisp morning, Articous himself following in joy, when they both stopped at a sound they'd not heard before. It started quiet, like a creeping mouse, but erupted suddenly into an explosive sound, and his love was gone! Gone. Beating his pads into the snow and bolting to the ice he jumped upon it, unheeding of its deathly thinning. He stopped, there was no hole, no trace of her. Just long white cracks on the transparent blue-tented ice. He heard somehting beneath him, a scraping of a horrid sort. Fearing to look down but doing so anyway he saw something that has troubled and stalked his mind and sleeps forever since. His precious silver fae pawing franticly at him through the ice. He fell forward and then tried to rip through the ice, anything for his fae to leap up with him again. It was hopeless, she sunk, she left him. Left his mind to ebb slowly away and his speech to fall to nothing. That, dear friends, is why he speaks so little. That is why he mutters and screams oft times in his sleep, pawing frantcily at the air he thinks is ice. he knows reality is there, and life is as thin as that prison holding his fae forever more at this very time.

*applauds* Bra-VO! Nice history...I'm not sure I've read a history quite like this one...*sniffle* so sad!