Biography
Wraith... Wraith was a being that seemed to be there one moment, and gone the next. A life long taken away from another, yet given a second chance.
This little female was born into a dark past, present, and seemingly to her, future. She glides across the ground without a sound, as if a whisper in the night. Her paws seem to fly with each step taken, her clear blue hues gazing into the innermost parts of your soul.
And yet? She was cold. No warmth seemed to ever enter her body. Be it physically, or psychologically. It was if she weren't even..there.
Wraith was alone. She wandered the planes of the earth seeking others, yet they ran away as if she were some sort of disease.. Or more commonly, a ghost. It's not her fault she was like this. It was just.. Who she was.
One can only wonder what truly happens when someone comes across the fair furred female known as the Night Terror, despite her lack of trying to terrify others.
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Rhiannon is the Welsh Goddess of horses, creativity, inspiration, movement and sovereignty. Her name is said to be derived from the ancient Celtic Goddess Rigantona which means "Great Queen". Rhiannon is often depicted as a beautiful woman riding her otherworldly white mare with mystical birds that fly at her side. These birds sing songs of enchantment that are said to lull people into a peaceful sleep.
In this myth we can see that Rhiannon has to carry the burden of blame even for something she did not actually do. Though she gets through it carrying the weight of it on her back and in the end when the truth prevails she is stronger because of it. This teaches us to always be true to ourselves and through this we achieve strength. To not be true to ourselves is a heavy and unnecessary burden to carry. Through truth we achieve freedom.
Rhiannon is a lunar Goddess and is also associated with the underworld. She rides her white mare while guiding souls back to the spirit world to ensure their safe passage. Both horses and birds are viewed as otherworldly creatures in Celtic myth. Rhiannon is associated with the Gaulish Goddess Epona, also a horse Goddess, whom the Romans worshiped as well. She is also viewed as a faery Queen and has associations with the Lady of the Lake.
Rhiannon is a creative Goddess and can be called upon for any creative endeavors we are taking on. She can also be called on for those seeking to explore the magical realms. Let her guide you with her mystical white mare and sweet singing birds. Since she is connected with movement in general you may also call on her for any kind of travel. She can also help you on your path for self truth.
Breeding Info
N/A
| Personality
Pups she has given birth to:
-Sikari (Female)
-Praesul (Male)
-Zeffar (Male)
Their father: Bryjourn, wanderer.
Preferences
Prowling the biomes is a nomadic pack. A pack with the unwanted. Wolves with birth defects, personality disorders, and even the misunderstood. Together, they unite to form a power. A force that would not go unnoticed. They are the...
Pack of Misfits (PoM)
Alpha Male: Poltergeist (Creek Pack)
Alpha Female: N/A
Beta Male: N/A
Beta Female: Wraith (^Batman^)
Gamma: N/A
Council Wolves: Aela (Blue Ridge Pack)
Head Healer: N/A
Healers: N/A
Head Delta: N/A
Deltas: N/A
Seer: Kenya (Vine)
Subordinates:
-Twist (Lunabae)
-Sheena (The Dream Catchers)
-Snowstorm (Sunlight Stars Pack)
-Felicity (Apothecary)
-Silvershadow (Potato)
-Cujo (~Halsey~)
-Amargo (Andy-Deer)
-[LEFT] Kenji (Vine)
-Haden (KoreanWarriorz)
-Hila (MyRpPack)
-Laika (KnowTheLingo)
-Patterned Extinctions (Bill Ciphers Demons)
-X (Competible Desires)
-Harenam (Crimson Nightmare)
-Darkyis (Gothic Nightmares)
Juveniles: Murmuring Heart (xxRavenstormxx)
Pups: Survivor (DragonSlayers)
Omega: N/A
Special Skills
"Like I haven't faced with those who've tried killing me. Even if Kenya wanted to, she could not hold her own in a fight against me." Wraith utterly quietly, get long, tattered fur floating about around her. "Now, are you going to keep spewing out words so as to convince us to make Kenya leave, or will you shut up before I force you to?" Her voice was flat. She then turned away. "It is Kenyas choice. Not mine, not Polt's, and definitely not yours."
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