Username: elvishnation
Character Name: Erulissë Tharwaithiel (Air-oo-lee-say Thahr-wye-thee-ell)
Name Meaning: Grace Beyond People
Gender: Female
Race: Ly-Tel'Quessir (Lythari (
http://www.drgnscl.com/lythari.html,
http://forgottenrealms.wikia.com/wiki/Lythari, true lycanthrope (werewolf))
Classes: 15Ranger/10monk
Alignment: LG (CG tendencies when her enemy is around)
Age: 110
Appearance:
Elf form:
Race appearance: Wood or wild elf
Eyes: Mystical dazzling blue
Hair: Silvery strands through brown hair
Height: 5' 90lbs
Other: A glittering brilliance to her, a beauty like no other surpassing even normal elven beauty. Her body is small in build, seeming delicate but a spiritual strength deep within her. She moves with the woods, nature seeming to embrace her every step. The wolves seem to accept her entirely as one of their own, yet other animals knowing she's a predator. Her outfits are made of leathers and fur, a necklace around her neck of a small carved wolf on a leather braid. Often flowers and feathers in her hair giving her a truly wild untamed beauty in appearance. Her voice is soft, musical when she speaks though only speaking the tongues of the woods.
Wolf form:
Size: size of a pony, strong build
Eyes: Mystical dazzling blue
Fur: Silvery white
Other: She seems docile almost tame in wolf form, unless threatened or around her foe. A gentle giant of a wolf graceful and standing out amongst the trees as almost a symbol for something lost.
Side note: Any werewolf would know she's a wolf no matter her form, being able to sniff her out. Werewolves and lythari are natural enemies, werewolves long to eliminate kill any lythari due to the lythari's goodly being. She would also in turn be able to tell a werewolf from not, if people are okay with such.
Background:
Howls of wolves haunting the air, echoing off the trees of a deep old forest. Where the myths and rumors become truth. Surrounded by the warm fur of the wolves she curls up, a young child with light blue eyes and long wavy silvery white streaked brown hair. Never alone she'd walk through the woods, every sort of animal walking beside her at some point. Greeting her and welcoming her. She is nature. A part of it's beauty, a part of it's grace, seeing the world differently than all. Every so often, and over the years increasingly so. She would be caught at the land's edge and the water's beginning staring off towards another world.
They paced quickly through the woods, it was only the night before one of them fell. This new pack so young to outside the isle. Ran from their greatest foe. On one of the backs of the silvery wolves was the young elf. She kept low as they lead the pack. Howls rung through the trees, along with the howls of another breed. A breed terrifying and savage, with little control over themselves, the werewolves. Out numbered, yelps from more of them falling as some turned to fight. Fighting for the lives of the others. Blood sprayed from claws tearing into flesh, teeth snapping, and fierce growls, is what filled that night's air. The leading wolf with the small elf on back paused for a moment letting the elf slide off and they met eyes. Light blue eyes gazed into golden enchanted ones, one pair filled with fear and pain of a short few innocent years, the other panic and anger. The wolf snapped around quickly to face a werewolf bearing down on the two. The elf turned and took off. Running as fast as her legs could carry her, tears streak down her face as the dark woods swallowed her. In the distance she heard the result of the battle. A single howl reached out, breaking all silence, disturbing all life as the end draws near.
Few days pass as she wandered. Silently walking the trail. Truly alone for the first time ever, she calls out very softly hoping for an answer. She smells the air, the smell of blood still lingers. As she wonders is any still there. Her hunger grows as she is starved, but she endures. Softer yet she cries out once more, slowly becoming overwhelmed. Still there is no answer. Curling up beside a tree she stares through the woods, listening to the silence. Slowly she hears the softest of sounds, breeze through the bushes, breath of the grass, spirits of the trees. They guide her to food and safe water. Embracing her with warmth. Led to a stream she cups her hands to have a drink. Her head turns up to meet the eyes of wolf. A lone wolf. It is unheard of a wolf on it's own surviving in the wilds, but this one was different. It's fur coat shimmered with unnatural appearance, though comforting to her. She was led to other packs and other forests. As she grew she saw only the eyes at night, and then no more. She wondered often about that wolf. Wondering if she'd see it again.
She continued onward growing, and strengthening herself. Knowing someday she'll face again what haunted her past. Her greatest foe she'd strike them down. She didn't care for the fight. She'd rather avoid it, but she know in her heart she'd have to do what she needed to grow. Daily she hunted with the packs of wolves, drifting from pack to pack. She'd wander near the sparse camps watching from a distance though interacting little with anyone. She circled the camps searching for something, when nothing is found she'd move on. Soon myths and rumors spread of a silver shadow headed towards the old neverwinter woods, druids could spot her while blending with nature in their many forms. A silver streak in the distance hunting down a deer before vanishing again.
(Story idea and character taken from/based on this poem:)
Silent Paws
Gerri K. McCann
Silent paws trotting
on a well beaten trail,
alone in the wilderness,
so young and so frail.
Little yips go unanswered,
the moon is now his guide,
looking for ones just like him,
or have all of them just died?
He sniffs the dampened ground
and senses man everywhere,
the silence is deafening
no howls in the air.
Oh why did he venture
so far from his den,
while his pack fell silent
at the hands of men?
His stomach is growling
but the hunger he’ll endure,
his pack family is out there
it’s their blood he smells for sure.
He stops in his tracks
and raises his head up high,
the terror overwhelms him
as he lets out another cry.
But still there’s no answer
he can’t understand why,
he’ll follow their trail
or he surely will die.
For days now he’s traveled
his spirit and body gone weak,
he lies down in white clover
no more energy left to speak.
Soon the soul hovers
over this tiny, frail pup,
whose future now will be guarded
as his soul travels up.
What right does man have
to take life from a living thing,
that has no way to voice its defense
against a human being?
The wolf is a symbol,
a brother, a friend.
it’s time now for action
Before his existence comes to an end.
Soundtrack:
(warning naked woman
) She Wolf:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PVzljDmoPVswolfs rain! (broken):
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a_WKrbZ9XtM