Biography
The face of death. The heart of a demon. The ghost of a smile hints at her face.
Once upon a time she was happy. A lively pup born into a seemingly normal pack, but that all changed on a cold night in July when she learned what she really was and what she was born to do.
The wind whipped the leaves of the trees making a carpet of red on the dirt forest floor. The moon was full. A large bonfire was burning in the center of the camp with the entire pack dancing wildly around it. A young fae crawled out from her den. Curious at what her pack was doing, she trotted over to the bonfire. Two large wolves came up behind her, clamping chains on her legs. They dragged her to the blazing fire where the alphas stood on their thrones of bones.
The black wolf sitting on one of the thrones finally spoke, "Let's quite down everyone! This is a special night. Tonight, Murmur will loose her soul to the devil! Murmur, welcome to your soul ceremony!"
The horror could be seen in the dark blue eyes of Murmur as the pack roared wildly. She was chained to the ground, her whole body shaking. The howling, whooping and yelling of the pack was ear piercing.
"Let the ceremony begin!"
The witches of the pack chanted, bringing the spirit of the devil into the woods. Then, a large wolf walked into the circle, carrying a syringe of black liquid.
"No! Please don't do this! Please!" Murmur's voice was raspy and full of fear.
"I'm sorry sweet darling but this is what you were born to do. You will do the deeds of the devil or you will die. But nobody can do the deeds of the devil if they care, if they have a soul. You will need to remember what you need to do and you will have to see what the devil needs you to do. This black liquid will make that possible. One of your eyes will be seemingly dead to normal wolves, but it will allow you to see into the underworld," he snarled.
The black wolf walked towards her as she squirmed in the chains weighing her down. She looked at the wolf before her.
"Please don't do this!" she pleaded.
"This will hurt a little bit." And he plunged the needle into her left eye.
The pain was unbearable. Her black and white pelt hit the ground with a thud. Her whole world went black.
She couldn't remember what happened. She couldn't remember her past. All she knew was that she had to follow orders and her name was Murmur. A cold wind sent chills up her spine. A branch cracked and she jumped to her feet growling. A rabbit looked up innocently at her. She shook her head and turned around. A puddle caught her eye. Curious, he glared into it. Her left eye was white, her right was blue. Then words appeared. "Find a pack, find refuge..." she whispered to herself.
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| Personality
"Some scars fade, others stay with you your whole life to remind you of the battles you've been through."
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Special Skills
She wears a necklace of teeth around her neck. Each one is a trophy from every one of her kills.
She has four pet ravens Ebony, Eros, Dawn and Damien. Don't tick them off as they have a tendency to peck peoples eyes out. You have been warned.
She had a pet rabbit at one point but as you can see, she killed it... R.I.P Billy
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