The two characters I roleplay with in Wolves of the Wind are like the different sides of me. I like the feeling that Eiwen is my dark and lonely side and Neira my cheerful, friendly side. They are my dark and light. Neira comes off as protective of others and friendly towards just about everybody who seems to have a fun side, wereas Eiwen is dark and distant, prefering to keep to himself even though he seems to always end up around others.
I guess if anybody reads my journals you'd still have no idea who these wolves are so I'll add my character profiles in here:
Name: Neira
Gaia: Athena_kitty
Wolf Age: 4
Description: average female build, slightly muscular and lean, white body with black paws, muzzle, and tip of tail.
Gender: female
Sexuality: straight
Background: Neira grew up in a pack that split when she was just a pup, so she was cut off from her siblings at an early age. Nowadays she wanders looking for a pack to join, nobody knows how she came to be alone, some say it was a harsh winter and she was the only one left of her pack. When among other wolves she is friendly, yet she does have mean streaks from time to time where she's rather unpredictable.
Demon: No, but is a wolf changeling, so can revert to other form; personal preference is wolf form.
Official backstory (finally!):
Crumbling walls and shattered ruins rose around the lone she-wolf as she wandered through its lost alleyways. As the warm glow of the sun finally faded upon the horizon, twilight descended as Neira wandered through the trees like a soundless spectre. The night.... It's been so long since I noticed it's actual presence.... Ever since her pack had slowly faded from her grasp, taken by winter's cold tendrils she seemed to cling desperately to her memories as if remembering everything as it had been would make the present seem more bearable. Lost in a fog of misgiving Neira had wandered for years on end, searching for a purpose....
Since the day her mother died --murdered by the pack when they discovered her daughter's gift-- Neira had denied her heritage, denied her birthright, the Change.... She was not like other wolves, or even the Cursed Ones; she was able to change through sheer willpower, a blessing transcended from the Ancient Magicks. It was an effortless slip between forms, one flowing into another and melding. These ruins held traces from the Ancient Magicks; she felt it in the very stones beneath her paws. It sent an odd metallic taste to her mouth and a faint perfume like soft white rose petals drifted on the air, reminding her of that day she had first changed.... The scent of roses seemed to be a trigger for the Change; it was like the Moon for Weres.
An unstoppable urge swept over her in a wave of pleasure, the sudden sensation sending even more chills up her spine like a cold wind prickling her skin. The white fur covering her body began to shimmer and glow as it receded and soft, pale skin took its place. Her black forepaws lengthened, toes turning into fingers with sharp claw-like nails at the tip while her forearm remained black as if she'd dipped them in ink. Her rear legs grew long and slender, with toned muscles and her feet ending in a paw-like form yet still suitable for upright walking. Her black-tipped tail was still present, and her ears hadn't changed even if her face had taken the appearance of a young woman. Her long, fiery-red hair spilled down over her shoulders and down her back in waves. Neira stared at her newly-formed hands as if they were daggers she'd just plunged into an innocent's heart; these, these things are the reason her mother was dead. Her knees buckled and gave way as she fell with a light whoosh as the thick carpet of leaves and moss enveloped her thighs. How could she have changed? She'd sworn to never do it again and yet here she was in the form she so despised; she'd once again been unable to control the Call of the Change. A tear fell and landed on her bosom, running down between her breasts as she silently began to weep. At least my Changed form isn't so crude as to leave me naked.... she thought through her empty sorrow. Her crimson dress, tied at her waist by a sash of the same color flowed out around her like a pool of blood. Her cream halter top seemed to sculpt her upper body into a pleasingly full form even though it didn't make any difference to her. Everything about her human-like form was strange and foreign to her, whether it was shapely or not, it made her feel as if there was a sort of veil around her that let anyone but her see her beauty. Among the pack she was just another pretty face in her Changed form; she felt like all the kindness she'd spilled forth was just a ruse to feel like she could fit in with the others, but inside her mind was clouded over with doubt as if it couldn't be true. She couldn't ever truely feel like an equal to any of the other wolves.
A flash of pain brought her back to herself as she realized she'd been touching a rose, stroking its pearly, white petals as she fell into the depths of its soul. Her hand had drifted downward slowly until she pricked her finger on a large thorn at the base of the shrub. A small drop of blood blossomed on the tip of her finger.
The strange powers she'd inherited came from an old Fae that had fallen deeply in love with a regal she-wolf; in exchange for his devotion she bore his children, passing on a strange and powerful ability which would lie dormant inside their ancestors for many generations to come. The secret to bringing forth this power was for a strong enough soul to be born into the lineage of their pack. Neira had unknowingly been born this soul. Why it was she who had become a Changeling and not her stronger-willed brother, is still a mystery....
The powers of the Ancients swirling around her compelled Neira to stand and she rose to feet firmly now, a change of mind sweeping through her as the power seeped into her very being. She felt as if a weight had ascended from her breast and she took a single, deep breath, filling her head with the scent of blood and roses. As she exhaled the breath suddenly rushed out of her and darkness folded in. It was as if an abyss had opened beneath her, swallowing her whole and leaving her without any senses except for sight. She fell slowly, as if time itself had slowed her fall as she landed with a slight rush of air and the leaves around her rose in a spiral column as the wind lifted them into the air to toss them around in an instant of a gale. A small bell sounded and as if from above and the wind suddenly died, the air going still and the leaves all fluttered back down to earth as Neira was left motionless, still unable to move and unable to stop staring at the blank space in the sky where she had just seen the most unbelievable thing appear....
^.^ Hope you like the backstory, I wrote it after midnight my time, hehe.... For some odd reason I guess I write better at night.... O.o Btw this will link up later with the appearance of another one of my rp characters whom I have yet to create, but I'm greatly anticipating it! =^o^=
Name: Eiwen
Gaia: Athena_kitty
Wolf age: 4 years
Description: If Neira, his twin sister is yin then he is yang. His coloring is opposite her's so his body color is black and his paws, muzzle and tip of his tail are white. He has green eyes where his sister has blue.
Gender: male
Sexuality: straight
Background: During his first summer his pack split in two and he was separated from one of his siblings. The next summer was especially dry and his remaining two sblings perished in an out of control forest fire. For the next year he lived alone with is father and uncle, all that was left of his once large pack. Now he has appeared within the territory of this pack. He's been seen wandering around late at night in the shadows, and he seems to be searching for someone....
Demon: No, however he has mysterious abilities to manipulate fire and shadow as well as to move exremely quickly and soundlessly. He is a strange Changeling who takes on a form that is not quite wolf or human.
So yeah, that's what I got to say, byes!
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