Soul was an average loner, she travled from pack territory to pack territory. She caused trouble and loved it as she did, she scared the pups and challanged the alphas. She was well known as the shadow wolf who didnt know any bonderys. What no wolf knew, was she had two side, though most knew her as a black demon of the shadows, she wasnt always this. Her secret of powers of changing to the form of witch she normaly was, was an evil power that continued to haunt her. As she was stuck with it, she looked out ways to destroy the wolves of the great forest who'd ruined her pup hood. Her seek for evil to over come this world of peace for good, and start it out as every wolf for themselves.

Some wolves have started to get onto the drift that the legendary Demon Soul was an actual wolf out to ruin their pact of peace within everyone. As Many packs are starting to join to geather, some search for her, to help and to destroy. Soul the elusive wolf is known now to every wolf, as idol and as criminal. How many will follow her, and how many will rise to stop her?












Soul tred silently over the stark snowy terra, her white fur blending perfectly in the stary night. As she padded forward, her nose worked precautiously, sniffing out scents up to a mile away from her. Her auids were perked high, listening for the slightest heart beat, the slightest twig, the slightest breath or pawstep, anything that meant someone was coming. She was on high alert, her maw had a slight tint of pink on the fluffy white fur, the scent of the blood long gone after she'd rolled in a puddle. Her fur was now fluffed aswell, poofing and soft as she padded through the night, the moon watching her.
Her dark crimson orbs flickerd around, as she lightly turned her head to look back behind her, making extra sure that the pack she'd just attacked hadnt sent scouts out after her. She wouldnt be caught by such a small pack. She was at least safe that they thought her fur was black as night, for she'd attacked while in her demon form.

When she was in her Demon form, her fur would change from pure snowy white, to pitch dark jet black. Above her head would be a dark purple glowing halo of a fallen angle. Her tail, even in her normal form, was shaped like that of a demons, skinny and pointed at the end. Her teeth in Demon form became sharper and seraded, ripping what ever they touched to ribbons with the least amount of pressure needed.