Biography
Flarena " A voice whispers soft and sweet as a wolf's eyes open to revile a ghostly white as no life is in her soul " who are you, " The wolf asks.
" where am I ", the wolf gets to her paws the snow around melts " the snow why does it now melt," the wolf asks calmly as she looks around, " I revived you no longer dose the cold hurt you," The voice says.
the little wolf comes to a frozen stream it melts the face of a flaming pale wolf is seen.
" In life, you and I were friends sisters sadly when the hunters came I was killed you lived as did brother you were so young when they came, " the voice says calmly.
" My name was Arlantcia, " the voice says as a wolf appears with glowing white fur eyes white do you remember him your brother ? " the wolf asks.
" No I I can't remember anything my name ?? " she asks calmly tears in her undead eyes " mom is alive your name in life was flarena " the ghostly wolf says calmly.
the glowing red wolf sighs looking to the river ~"VOLRERCAN " a red wolf cries to her brother as he fails to swim so young when death claimed him a wolf lays on the frozen shore his eyes closed.
" Brother ?", " I'm cold it's cold I feel my life faded please sister I don't want to die I want to live, " the young male says as his eyes open but close again sadly he takes his last breath~ " I failed him my brother he died I tried to save him but I could not," the wolf says.
" I froze as I could not make it to a sheltered place when the winds blew and the Ice rained I died in the cold night all alone I fell no one to know," the wolf says calmly.
it's said that she wanders the land looking for her family she dawns the name Ghost Flare
Breeding Info
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| Personality
in life she was loyal and kind she was so young to see her parents die her sister before the humans she was so happy than all she loved died her brother died before she did
in death lonesome and sad as she is looking for the family she thinks she still has sadly her home is gone all dead at different times
Preferences
none as shes gone nothing good ever to come to the spirits of death sadly its to late for her
Special Skills
Fire
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Spring 
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