Biography
Hello there, young wolf. I see that you're eager to meet me, though I can't imagine why. I'm just an ordinary wolf, but if you wish to hear my tale, I suppose I can share it with you.
I was born in a Pack that was dictated by a cruel, merciless female. She was crazed and brutal, and killed her own Packmates if they so much as looked at her the wrong way. Wolves who tried to escape from her were instantly killed. None had managed to slip by the alpha, who somehow always knew when someone was trying to flee.
So I stayed, terrified that any day, I'll be the next victim. A young male in the Pack tried to give me encouragement, speaking to me whenever he could, and we soon took a love interest for each other. Soon I was expecting his pups, which doubled my terror: pups were too young to hunt or fight, and therefore useless, according to my alpha. The months I carried my pups were dark and foreboding; I knew that the alpha was watching me, waiting to snatch the pups as soon as they were born and kill them.
The day finally came when I had two sons and a daughter, born on a late fall day that had dawned with frost everywhere. Of course, the alpha came to me, eyes wild as she prepared to kill. On impulse, I begged her to spare the pups and to kill me instead, but she refused. Her interest was sparked, though, and she chose to kill my mate instead of me, deciding to let me suffer from grief before she finished me off. I grieved for moons, feeling as though the world has fallen apart. Yet I stayed strong for my pups, caring for them with all the love I had for them and their lost father.
The cruel female let me mourn for a moon before striking again. In the middle of a dark, snowy night, she took my pups out of the camp and tried to kill them. I woke minutes after she had left to find two of them gone. Zerron. But Elari and Tiro were gone.
I haven't yet recovered from losing my mate, so this broke me to pieces. I couldn't bear to speak if the tragedy, even to young Zerron, and for a half moon I wrapped myself in a mist of my own misery. I soon came through and began caring for myself and my remaining son properly, but I never forgot the family we have lost.
Seasons passed, and somehow both me and Zerron survived the alpha's tyranny. Zerron was growing into a strong, intelligent wolf, valued by the alpha, and I became a hunter, providing food for the mad female. If I didn't bring her enough prey or took too long, she gave me and my son a beating. We were forced to work endless hours every day of hard labor, which permanently damaged many of my muscles and left me vulnerable. The alpha would surely kill me next, thanks to me not being as agile as I was before, and I knew it was time to escape.
My son and I crept out in the heat of a summer day, when the alpha was asleep. It was thanks to Zerron's brilliance and strategic skills that we made it out alive. We made it to the border before we heard enraged howling behind us. It was the alpha, who had discovered our absence. We ran for our lives as we were chased by her, but as we ran, we lost track of each other, and soon were alone. I searched for days for my son, racing around the forest until my weak legs gave out, but he never came back.
I though I lost my whole family for good, and I grieved yet again before realizing that I couldn't fend for myself. I was a Pack wolf through and through, and couldn't cope alone. I searched for a Pack to take me in, and soon joined the Whispering Willows Pack... and found Zerron there.
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| Personality
Sheloa is a living example of an unsung hero. She has suffered many losses and tragedies, yet she still holds on to her belief that everything will work out in the end. Steadfast and loyal, she supported her living sons as much as she could, despite Zerron turning evil before her eyes, and encouraged her timid son Tiro to stand strong and be proud of who he was. She loves her deceased daughter very much, and had she had lived, Sheloa would be just as supportive of her as well.
Through all that she has done and continues to do, she doesn't care about getting credit for her greatness.
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Song: Willow (Jasmine Thompson)
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