Name: Astarale
Breed: All breeds, but no breed, all at once
Age: Ageless, for she is indeed the ruler of Oupavos.
Gender: Fea

Main pelt color: Bright, shimmering white, almost blinding to the eyes.
Orb Color: A dark, almost black blue, with light, almost white blue specks.
Markings: Black forepaws grey back paws. Ghostly, white feathered wings. On her forehead is a 9-pointed star which is a slight redish hue. Her ears are tipped with gold

Age When Death Occured: Astarale never died. She’s the ruler of Oupavos, and is a goddess, Goddess’s don’t die.


RolePlay of what happened to kill your wolf: SHE DIDN”T DIE!!! But I’ll do an RP Sample 

Black and grey mitts hit the terra of Oupavos with a slight thump. A blindingly white head lifted, gold-tipped auds lifting. This fea was indeed a Goddess, and she looked like one. Such purity could never be found in any vura, living or dead. Black and white auds flickered for a moment, recognition? Maybe, but most likely, just boredom. The fea had ruled Oupavos for the better part of her life, but she was alone. All alone, she didn’t mind, but alas, she’d like to have someone other than herself to talk to every so often. The fea sighed, and split open her great feathered wings, a slight sigh escaping her maw. Happily she began to beat her wings, rising higher and higher into the bright blue skies. After a little bit of flying, she landed again, tipped back her blindingly ivory head and let a long, mournful howl escape her maw. Then she stood, waiting.

History: COMING SOON