Sphuul

[Sphuul]

Sphuul

"Listen my friend, to the sound of a sweet melody
Doesn't it seem to resound like an old memory?
Screamin' and cryin', we'll have none of that
You had your chance, now just sit and relax
Don't you wanna sink to the bottom with me? "

this is me in the flesh,

NAME: Sphuul
NICKNAME(S):
PRONUNCIATION: Sfool
POSITION: Freior

taste the sky,

AGE: 2 Years
GENDER: Male
BREED: Grey Wolf
HEIGHT: 30 Inches
APPEARANCE: Sphuul is built with long legs and a slim build, giving him speed that has saved his life many times. He has a thin pelt, to give less weight and wind resistance. His pelt is a silvery color, mixed with a very light tan and darker greys near his back. The back of his ears are a rusty brown color, changing to grey at the base to frame his face. His face is mostly white, and his eyes, amber in color, are ringed with black, giving his face a dramatic look. His eyes seem to pierce through you, and his gaze can be frightening. Grey runs down his muzzle to his nose, which is a dark ebony, surrounded everywhere else by light fur.

His pelt is darkest around his shoulders, where it appears almost black, and fans out across his back, going down to his tail, which is also dark. He has big paws to easily walk through snow, and he is very surefooted and graceful in his gait. His muzzle is long and thick, strong muscled and full of ivory teeth that easily saw through flesh.

thoughts that make me go insane,

PERSONALITY: Sphuul is a relatively quiet male. He will speak if spoken to, but doesn't care to voice his opinions unless he feels strongly about them. He has a dry sense of humor, and it's quite hard to make him laugh. Others would describe him as dry and boring, but if you interest him enough, he can become quite a character. He prefers to be alone, and does not take well to meeting strangers. He will not trust anyone, no matter the circumstances. He is kind to those who are kind to him, and he has a very short temper. He will come out of his shell if he feels threatened or angered, and he will fight if he is forced to, although he prefers to not.

Sphuul often finds himself suspicious of others. He questions their motives, their every move, and it often exhausts him. He knows what can happen when trust is put in the wrong wolf, and he doesn't want that to eventually hurt him. He keeps his distance from wolves, physically and emotionally. He does, however, have a soft spot for pups, and his sweet side will come out around them.

all over my shoulder,

FATHER: Name is unknown.
MOTHER: Name is unknown.
SIBLINGS: No living siblings.
HISTORY: Sphuul was born into a mute family. His mother and father had both suffered accidents that inhibited their ability to speak, so he never talked. They perished shortly after he grew old enough to leave, so he wandered by himself for a long time. He came upon a few wolves along the way, and slowly learned how to speak his mind, although he usually preferred to keep quiet.

He met Reyna not long afterwards, and fell in love with her. She never returned his affection, but he trusted her wholeheartedly, and gave her anything she desired. He was content this way, oblivious to how he should have actually been treated, and she used him quite like a slave for a long time. When she grew tired of him, she let it be known, and attacked him with overwhelming force. She had been stronger than he had, and it had come unexpectedly. He was badly beaten and scarred, barely escaping with his life. He managed to find a den and slowly healed, surviving off of mice and other small animals he managed to find. This eliminated all aspects of trusting someone for him, and although his wounds were hidden by his fur, the mental scar of that infringement remains, never to be forgotten.

[⋆Ravɛn]

Accepted!