Shadow and Sinister {WIP}

[Lady Shad]

Main Character

Name;; Shadow
Age;; 554
Gender;; female
Breed;; dire wolf
Gift;;
Pack;; Rogues
Rank;; Leader
Physical Description;;

Shadow, as a pup, is black, with lighter areas on her pelt, like her tail tip, ear tips, and slashes on her cheeks and shoulders. Her eyes are the same icy blue, just darker, she can still glare down the strongest warrior, even as a pup. She wears bandages around her front legs where they had been lashed down with scars she was born with, causing confusion in her pack. Remember where the wolf in fire used to be? In it's place, a Japanses character stands, but you'll have to figure out what it means youself.



As she grows older, the lighter tones in her pelt turn white, until the lower part of her face is white to her chest, along with her back paws and her tail-tip. The rest of her pelt is so black you could see it at night, at least this mortal relm night. Her eyes are blue usually, but when her necromantic powers come into play, her eyes go white. Her plet has grown out thick and beautiful, her figure slender, deadly muscle hidden under her beautiful coat. Her tail is thick and long, her overall looks are alluring, and she knows it. Her claws are black and sharper than a usual wolf's, catlike. Her fangs are stark white, though less noticable against her now-white maw.

Personality;;

Though once evil and currupt, Her centuries of sleep has givin her insight to her life. Not that she's a philosipher now, though. She is still dark and cuning, but no longer as prideful as she was in her younger days. She tends to be quieter and more thoughtful, usually a distant look in her eyes. Her violent habits are less often now, but she isn't soft. She just prefers actions to talk. Without memories of her past, she has a strange fasination with death, though she doesn't know why, and this distances her from others. However, she wants to be apart of the wolves, not looked upon as a dreadful creature. Her heart breaks whenever somewolf glares at her, calls her a monster, though she would never show it. However, she isn't a sweet, loving pup. She will be just a cold-hearted as she ever was, she's jsut not as critical.

History;;
Shadow was born to a long-forgotten pair of alphens, with her sister Nyra. After a time, the black pup, though an unknown necromancer at the time, became her sister's sworn protector. They all lived somewhat happily at the time, as the packs where in a time of peace. Though Shadow had always felt like something was missing, she was always malcontent. But one day, the sisters and a hunter where out in the territory, hunting near ngithfall, which was a danger in itself. But then they encountered an enraged Polar bear, and they had no chance, though they fought. Shadow was the last that lay dying, but that was when she discovered what she was, thriving in the death and blood that stained the snow red.

She came back, inhabiting a just-dead body, and began to build herself an army with her clouded-leopard partner, Zmey. Together, they built the Great Rogues, now which there are great stories told about, and their demon leader Shadow. They led their wolves against the packs, and might have won, if not for the god's intervention. But before that epic part of the battle, a mysterious wolf came, fighting at Shadow's side before making them both invisible to the outside world. Though from here, I believe Shadow's story is best told in Flashback.

"What do you want? Who are you?" The black fae growled, nervous. anyone with enough power to make the battling wolves around them had great streangth indeed, perhaps more than her. This frightened her. "Calm yourself, pup, for I am Nightmare, the God. I have come to help you, as you are my great granddaughter. Now listen closely. You will die here tonight, but first you have something to do. You see that Aquarious brute over there, cornered by the Flamier trators?" He said, looking over to a white brute frantically fighting for his life. "He is the ancestor of a new necromancer. If you do not step in tonight, he will die, though you live. Yet, through yourselfishness his necromancer decendant will never be born, and the actions of his other decendants, the other necromancers shall not live, either. So live, or no longer be the last of your kind. It is your choice," He said, orange and blue eyes looking back to her. Her own Blue eyes looked back at his, defiant as she tried to look up into his eyes, though she was so much shorter than he. "Why do you tell me this?" She asked, truely wondering, though her tone challanged him. "Because. I trust you to make the right choice, though no other will. You are not the evil one they all make you out to be, lovely Shadow. You are not who you make yourelf out to be. Now, go embrace your destiny," He said, fading. Shadow was shocked, though she knew what she had to do. she turned, barreling through the Flamier wolves, then flipping around to face them, standing between them and the white Aquarius wolf. "If you value your heads, get before I can rip them off your worthless pelts!" She snarled, white teeth bared. But of caurse the enemy wolfs laughed at this small fae who thought so highly of herself. They lept, and Shadow took them on, though by the time they lay dead around her, she stood trembling, blood dripping down a gash on her neck. "You.. saved me!" The white wolf was clearly startled, clearly knew who she was. Shadow slowly turned her head back to look at him with one dimming blue eye, no longer feirce, but now just pitiful. "I did... But understand, I did it for my own reasons..." She collapsed, a dying heap of a once-proud necromancer, and as she heard started howls and yelps, she knew Zmey was feeling the effects as well. "Hey! Hold on... I can help you, I'm a healer," He said, frantically searching for her wound, but she growled at him. "Leave me, It is my fate to die here, now.. so that you may live. Run, run to the safety of your pack, and don't look back, and do not pity me. I have died before, and in most likelyness, I will die again, though it is vital you live. Run, now, before I change my mind and kill you myslef," Her voice was merely a whisper at the end, threat empty ash the light faded from her eyes, and the great last Necromancer died once again.

Spirit

Name;; Sinister
Age;; 554
Gender;; male
Breed;; Raven
Physical Description;;

Personality;;

Sinister is much more outgoing than he was before. He now isn't just a pawn to do Shadow's will, but an equal to his queen. He enjoys to sing, as a Raven, he learned the language of wolves and amazing Mimicry. he enjoys it so much, the territory is often filled with songs of his composing. However, he also holds the fasination of death both common to ravens and necromancers. It just facinates him, he can't explian why, just as it does with his wolf. Also, he loves shiny things, he'd do near anything for something that catches his eye, even tear it off a wolf's ear, so beware.