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From the depths of evil itself, the currents rise, hungry and relentless. The time has come to lose all holds on sanity and the waking mind. It doesn't matter anymore. The soul has been sold, condemned to the  beast within the murky, corrupt waters. Peace at last, peace at last.

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The night had befallen on the forsaken land. The extensive shape of the full moon was just visible among the shadowed clouds. Eerie, yet enchanting light made its way down from the obscuring clouds, only to illuminate the ocean. You turned to face the murky, dark waters, which hungrily lapped against the shore from the strengthening tide. You released a sigh, relishing the calm essence that seemed to be prevalent here. All was quiet. Perhaps, too quiet?

Unsettling thoughts about your lost family raced through your mind. The screams, your mother's shriek of your name during that storm.. You closed your eyes, as a single tear slipped down your cheek. With a shaking, deep breath, you told yourself to calm down. It was over. Nothing would ever bring them back. Ever.

You turned to walk the remaining length of the shore in hopes of finding a shelter for the night. Then, a single, lonely voice was heard. Instinctively you turned, the voice continuing. It was hard to make out the sound, but the words were clear. "Come, come. Come..." How bizarre. In the middle of the night, what could possibly making that sound. And from the ocean? No, you reasoned with yourself. You came to the conclusion that you were tired and was just imagining the voice. As you resumed your walk along the shore, the voice returned. Now, it carried more intensity, more emotion. It seemed almost morose, but soothing at the same time... As if your mother was coaxing you during your pup hood... You turned to face the ocean, in the direction the song was coming from. A perplexed expression was plastered upon your face, but you couldn't bring yourself to move. The melodic voice carried out eerily, "Come, don't fret. Come to me, my dear. I'm oh, so lonely out here. Come..." Slowly, but surely, it seemed as if an invisible force was now controlling your movements. All thoughts in your rational mind seemed to drift away. You struggled to regain your memory, your identity. Then you stopped fighting against it, it was no use. Now, the only goal in your mind was to walk, walk, walk deeper into the waters...

You started to walk through the clouding, dark ocean, towards that beautiful, enchanting voice. The waves roared besides you, but you were oblivious to that. The water lapping against you seemed to encourage you onward. The voice continued, "Yes, yes my dear. Good. Come to me..." All holds on the rational mind was gone. Your eyes were clouded, and was swaying side to side in a heavy trance. It seemed as if the voice had cloaked around you, leaving you no escape. Suddenly, ripples were dissipating outwards at a rapid pace. Rising from the waters was a pitch black head, then the rest of a voluminous wolf. Without wavering her bright emerald green gaze upon you, she said smoothly "Oh, you have come to the right place. I knew you'd come." The inky black wolf looked down, releasing a low, sinister chuckle. Raising one of her paws, the one with a serrated nail sticking out, she caressed your cheek. The cold feeling of her nail passed through the side of your face, as your eyes closed. Your legs nearly gave away from under you, but a sharp force stopped you. The foreign canis lupus spoke sharply, her voice clipped, "You're mine, now." The charm from her voice was gone. You started waking, but it was too late. She lunged at you, immediately snapping your neck in a fury of teeth and nails, all so fast. You lay broken, and was slowly slumping into the nefarious waters. She grasped your jaw, and plucked out your longest fang. The female mused, "This could come in handy.." And with that, she gave your nearly dead body one last stare. She grinned, and released your face, causing you to be swallowed within the waters, forever.
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Lethe is a voluminous, elegant wolf who wholeheartedly believes in the Greek Sirens. Her voice is pure, beautiful, and extremely captivating. Lethe has an amazing power of manipulation and persuasion, enough to lure any unfortunate being within her grasp. When night falls, she lurks within the murky dark waters, releasing her sinister voice. Carefully, silently, she ruthlessly kills her victims. At times, her hypnotizing influence can easily make her prey forget anything; hence her name. Beware, for one day, you may find yourself in the paws of this malevolent creature.
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Name: Lethe
Meaning of Name: The River of Forgetting, located in the Underworld
Species: Gray Wolf
Age: 4+ years
Orientation: Purely dark, light appeals
Occupation: N/A; inactive
Religion: The Greek Sirens
Theme:                                        Mad Hatter
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Physical Overlook Lethe is a medium-sized, female Canis Lupus with a dark navy blue underbelly. Her ebony pelt is a a mechanistic variant of the Gray Wolf species. With unusual emerald green eyes, flecks of enchanting gold compliment them. A small vermilion scar crosses her muzzle. Her demeanor is regal, collected, and daunting. Lethe's glossy, angelic pelt drapes over her sturdy, well constructed structure. This colossal female has a plume like tail and serrated nails that tend to stick up awkwardly from her paws.
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Personality

⚜Secretive⚜

Lethe is extremely secretive, even around familiar wolves. She isn't open to share anything, and doesn't like to engage in conversation. It is common to find her alone in her own world, and can therefore seem very moody.

⚜Apathetic⚜

This unique wolf displays little to no emotion, no matter what the circumstance is. Even it s something tragic that would happen to anyone in her pack, she won't show any devastation or despair. Lethe shows no sympathy or love by all means, and absolutely hates when someone acts towards her with empathy.

⚜Mysterious and Sinister⚜

Sleek and cunning, Lethe tends to slip away from anyone's view, Her everyday motions might seem a bit bizarre, and her high intelligence is used to contemplate nefarious motives.
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Agility 🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌕🌕

Self-Control 🌑🌑🌑🌑🌕🌕🌕🌕🌕🌕

Swimming 🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌒

Manipulation 🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑

Fighting 🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌓

Hunting 🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌓🌕🌕🌕🌕
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Mother: N/A
Father: N/A
Siblings: Equinox (inactive) 
Mate: N/A
Offspring: N/A
Other: N/A
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