Deacon Labyrinth - Erebos

Labyrinth's persona, in a sense, is rather a mix of things jumbled into one body. At a majority, she is poise and collected due with the pride she has for the power she was gifted with. Far, more rarely from that side, is she a lively individual. Those feelings of her are not seen as often now as one would wish, as they are tucked away for safe-keeping to when someone would come along and find that in her. She seeks to possibly find love along her travels and settle amongst her elemental brotherin. Normally, she is found daydreaming when not on duty, and her habits include pacing a lot of the time while she is very well into thought about something that has been bothering her. Fortunately and unfortunately, the color of her eyes usually tells what is wrong with her, or how she is feeling directly in that moment. She's very secretive and mysterious in some ways, and tends to never accept no as an answer, unless given through her superior.

Appearance: The feminine wolf is like no other. She defines beauty, summarizing it and displaying it just as the word it's self was designed as. Her features are majestic and fawned by the eyes of many, for she is the labyrinth of the mind, and her name is perfected for that reason. Upon her shoulders holds a mysterious aura as black as her pupils and the whispers that are embedded into the walls of her mind. She is averagely built, and her strength is limited just as everyone else. However she is very unique, no ordinary stone to be washed up the sea, but something more complex than such as that. Instead of her fur being entirely dark like most of the darkness element, her coat is a blend of magenta's, dark blues, sunsety oranges, and horizon-lit pinks and white fires to accent her body. At a majority, her coat is thick and full of a bright violet, and her eyes are that resembled to two orbs of bright pinkish silvers. Along her sides is lined a thin strip of hot pink, and a few spots are located just beneath it and up around her cheeks. Her snout is blue and towards the end of her tail, much like a fox's tip, is phased into an array of evening sunset colors.

Story: Within the harsh snow and ridden forestry, a nervous Exorcist male paced outside the walls of the caretaker's den, waiting and frantically walking back and forth as he waited for the news to be brought. When he had just to begin to think she had not made it, one of the head caring wolves slowly emerges from the darkness and welcomes him in with a warm smile to see the litter of one laying at his mate's side. It was their first, but not of the last that were soon to come in the future they prayed. The pup was female, and held the looks of his own, aside from her mother's deepened pinkish hues and small body, she was a spitting image of her ancestors alone. When introduced to the pack, they took her under their wing and brought the fae their blessings of welcome, and soon enough putting her into immediate training at teaching age. Being the Exorcists', they taught her at first paw how to fight and survive, and when she was put at the pack's attention of what she liked to do most in, she proved her greatest abilities in fighting over all. Her name was Labyrinth, unknown of the reason behind it, besides the likeness it brought to some attention. Strikingly beautiful she seemed, but she was best described as a sly fae, easy on the eyes, but more or less a fox-like wolf when it came to small talk.

At the age nearing two, a terrible case of diseases spread throughout the lands and as the weather climates shifted, so did the position of the wolves within their pack. Lost on a blizzard, they parted unintentionally, and Labyrinth was forced into never seeing her other packmates again. Their Priests being the few that were with them, lead the other wolves, as well as her, to be put in the state to rank further up so they'd have someone to lead. Thankfully, the Deacons took hold and led them to safety. Labyrinth and the rest worried furiously to fill the pack's supply of food and prepared for more drastic times to occur, and at last, it resided to spring a whole another month later. More and more wolves would join, and soon they flourished into a wonderful pack like they once were again. An elder, much older and wiser than she mentored the younger fae until she reached eligible age, taking on the amounts of training and controlling her powers to survive perfectly by herself. She is now more of the independent type, but when things are too tight to judge or complain, she worries of nothing else but to get the job done correctly.

When time slowly moved along, a wild-fire struck up in the summer through one of the elemental fire packs nearby, scorching the fields easily with one strike until it caught onto wood. It spread rapidly, and Labyrinth and the rest were left with no other choice but to run like the wolves they were. Running away, she suddenly heard the cries of a mere pup, howling and whining to be freed as she discovered it was caught underneath a small branch. Quickly, the Exorcist removed it and grabbed the offspring before another a-blazed branch could drop upon them. She panted, sprinting this time with the violet pup's burned scruff between her teeth. A gasp screamed from her mouth as a huge tree fell over in her path, flying up ashes to burn in her eyes, whipping her head away so she could soon see, but tripping over something short to loose hold of the pup. It screamed when it hit the ground, and Labyrinth got to her feet, widening her eyes in fear and horror as the small wolf fell into the fire and went up in flames. Before she could do anything else or shriek, the fae broke out of her revery and shook her head, howling on her way out of the fire, where she then began to start her long journey to shelter.