Solune

## Application Sheet

Solune is a white and pale beige she-wolf with green eyes. Twin sister of Twyla, Solune served as a Cleric in the pack of Mhor. Her story is ongoing. She was created and RP'd by Lachtaube.

## Personality

At first turn, Solune can be cold and aloof, but she has a well-meaning heart with plenty of room to spare. The young ones are not sure the word 'fun' is found in her repertoire, though.

* ***Cautious & Enigmatic.***This white wolf treads lightly, though only figuratively. She is leery of new acquaintances and can be downright hostile to strangers who step out of line or show any signs of aggression. Solune will rarely make the first move however, opting to observe her surroundings and peers to acquire as much information as possible, while at the same time holding her own cards close to her chest and revealing little to nothing -- nothing of importance, anyway. Her morals seem just, but no wolf has quite gotten close enough to know what she's ever really thinking when she goes quiet.
* ***Protective & Thick-skinned.*** Not exactly quick to anger, Solune will always be willing to put herself between a threat and its quarry. Physical combat is used as a last resort, or so she claims, though she finds it easier and easier to exercise her physical prowess which is admittedly impressive, even among males. Until a scenario reaches the point of making contact with tooth and nail, she will intercept any verbal or emotional blow if it means keeping the souls hidden behind her out of harm's way. She is especially prone to gaslighting. Apart from being mindful of others who cannot protect themselves, Solune is particularly protective of her own secrets.
* ***Earthbound & Macabre.*** Solune doesn't consider herself spiritual, but she does have a deep-rooted belief that all wolves are connected, both to each other, the earth, and the other inhabitants of this world. She has a grave respect for this connection, and mars the lines between the living and the dead. She collects skulls and bones of other animals, studying them to learn from them. She also spends much of her time observing other creatures, examining flora, and expanding her impressive collection of dried herbs (for both medicinal and recreational purposes.) Even so, her approach to life is more physiological than holistic. Oh, except for the ghosts. Solune definitely believes in ghosts.
* ***Loyal & Courageous.*** 'Kin before clan, clan before kind' is the mantra she grew up on. Solune is not a subservient wolf, but upholds deep respect for hierarchy all the same. Her protective nature makes her fiercely loyal, and she is not quick to abandon duties, responsibilities or the lives of anyone in her pack. Without a family, everyone in her tight-knit pack is on equal footing of deserving her loyalty, as far as she's concerned. She would be the first to volunteer for any dangerous task, seemingly more out of self-discipline than self-worship.
* ***Unkempt & Vacant.*** Her fur and den are both usually rather dirty. She places no value on her own physical appearance (there's far more that matters -- like having a good head on your shoulders, even if it's littered with twigs,) and often looks overtired, coming across as older than she actually is. Her manners are left wanting, especially her table manners. Solune can be food aggressive if tensions in her party are high enough. It is, so far, the only time she may slip into a rage, and when she does it can be trying to snap out of it. She can at other times be so emotionless as to come off as callous, but not to intentionally hurt the feelings of others, unless of course, they've earned it.

## Pre-Group History

A perfectly normal childhood in a perfectly normal family -- elsewhere. Solune grew up with her siblings, her parents, and their parents--among cousins and neighbors in her birth-pack. They brought her up on their belief system -- to respect the land, their food sources, and the ways of nature, instilling a deep respect for the earth in the young pup.

As a yearling, Solune became betrothed to a neighboring wolf. Unlike many arranged marriages, Solune was delighted by her prospect. The wolf she matched to was kind, generous, and was wonderfully nice to her in their every interaction. She did not get to see much of him due to his duties as a hunter, but they would on occasion take a walk or watch the stars together late at night. They became close friends, confiding in one another their secrets, their jokes, and their dreams. As their binding date drew nearer, Solune noticed a sadness in her betrothed, but this was the one secret he would not divulge. The more she tried to get him to share what was on his mind, the more he evaded her. He became scarce, flighty, more and more anxious every time he saw her. Maybe they didn't have much romantic chemistry together, but she was under the impression they had at least become fast friends... Admittedly, she was a bit heartbroken over it.

On the morning of their binding, Solune's mother returned to the den just after sunrise with her head hung low. Her mate had apparently fallen in love with another wolf in their pack; they had been meeting in secret for months, unable to pull away from one another until finally the guilt of it all boiled over. He admitted to his father what had happened, just before running away with his beloved in the dead of night. He had already been removing himself from Solune, so the blow, while surprising, was not as earth-shattering as one might suspect. How could she blame him for falling in love with the soul of another, other than for not telling the truth sooner? It was his sudden disappearance on their binding date that struck the deepest chord, rather than his transgression. She knew he was gone for good this time, and would be too ashamed to ever see her face again, however forgiving she might be. On this she dwelled more than anything. But then came the chatter.

They were the talk of the whole pack, naturally. Solune was a good sport about it, smiling and shrugging it off, laughing about it at her ex-mate's mild expense when it felt appropriate. She even accepted a formal apology from his father, assuring him that there was no harm done, and that she hoped he would return home soon when this all blew over. By the end of the evening, Solune snuggled in with her brother and sister, actually feeling some relief. She finally knew the reason for his distancing, and told herself she could feel pretty good about herself, in light of all that had happened. Right?

She did not sleep that night.

The next morning, with a big smile, she informed her family she would be off to see the world, now that nothing was tying her to the pack. It was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity she said, and told them she would return soon, after she learned a thing or two. Though initially concerned for her emotional well-being with so many big and sudden changes, her parents were deeply proud of how well she had taken the mishaps of the last day, and sent her off to the edge of the pack with cheers and tears, wishing her well and relishing in her bright, forgiving smile.

With tears in her eyes, after disappearing over the hill, Solune turned her head away one last time and that big beaming smile fell from her maw to shatter forever. And finally, without witnesses, she fell to her knees and wept.

That was a little over a year ago now. Toward the end of Solune's ambling travels to find Anywhere But Home, she encountered a small mobile band of wolves traveling northward. The group had apparently just experienced a traumatic coup of sorts, and some of the wolves were suffering from an illness they could not shake on their journey, not with their constant movement and so few healthy paws to help out. Solune offered recommendations for herbs and weeds to cure their ailments, or at the very least their symptoms. In return, the pack's leader offered her a spot at the rear of the caravan where she could more easily stray into the wilds to pick the remedies herself. Her fortunes would find them enough medicines to lower some of the fevers and stifle the coughs and bellyaches of the sick pack members. As she continued to pick herbs for them into the winter season, she learned more about them, both collectively and as individual members. She came to appreciate most of their qualities, but learned early on to keep mostly to herself to avoid prying eyes from peering too deeply into her past. It was a fine relationship; she helped keep them well, they helped keep her fed and safe. She figured she could get used to traveling with them, for as long as her good, sturdy legs would allow.

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