DirgeSinger

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  • Name: DirgeSinger
  • Gender: Female
  • Species: Tundra Wolf
  • Age: 2.5
  • Size: Average
  • Height: 32"
  • Weight: 110Lbs
  • Fur Colour: Creams and Whites, tans and pale grays
  • Eyes: Pale yellow
  • Relationship Status: Mohir's Maiden
  • Personality: Introverted, appears deep, quiet, mystical
  • Pack: Viking
• "Let me sing your soul to rest."
  
  
  Unsullied bloodline ran pure in tundra maiden's viens, warmth suffused in pale gilded gaze merely a coating to the soulful radiance eyes could reveil. Youth kept agile body spry, the lines of limbs clean and undamaged, muscle corded and taut, neither lacking from reduced rations or soft from under use. A vision in gleaming ivories and downy caramel, embellished with honeyed highlights, celestial beauty with otherworldly air. Voice held all the magnificence of the northern lights, capable of conveying sorrow so deeply as to coax the wind to weep.

• History

  A simple tale of life in the north. A young female of no particular rank to a large pack of 12 members, one of 3 surviving members of a litter of 6. Normal. Save her habit of speaking to the wind, what her mother called wind chasing.
  It was her odd habit of sitting off to herself, listening deeply to the arctic breezes that saved her hide. Literally. While hunters came in to relieve her family of their pelts, Dirge was just far enough away to run like the wind when the noise of the gunshots rang out, and just distant enough that the men didn't hunt her down too. Days later, when she returned to where her pack had been clustered, there was nothing to be found but slaughtered furless corpses. After singing their dirges to the wind, she started her lonely trek, chasing down the wind where ever it led.