I am a wolf named is Sola which means "she who is alone". I hate my name, as a matter of fact I probably would have changed it by now if it didn't fit my situation perfectly. That's who I am, I'm she who is alone. You see when I was born my mother and father disliked me from the beginning, and it was obvious that I was unwat my beatiful white fur started to burn and before I knew it my body was covered with all these weird markings. I remember feeling a flash of angrer when I suddenly blacked out. When I woke up, she was dead. And everyone was looking at me in horror. when I looked down the markings were gone. Then suddenly everyone started to shun me, no one would even tell me what I did wrong, or why I was hated. Then one day I snapped and the markings came back. I blacked out and when I woke up the marking were starting to disappear. When I looked up everyone in my pack was dead.
What scared me the most is when I was looking down at all the dead bodies, I felt the sudden urge to burst out laughing. I did as my instincted told me and to my supprise my laugh came out more visous than I had ment to make it. And I as I stood there feeling as if I would never stop laughing, tears started running down my face as I realised that I was laughing out of happiness and sadness at the same time. I was finaly free... but at what cost?

Fursona of Sola (Anthro)

Height: 5.8 feet
Weight: 108 lb.
Fur color:White
Eye color: Golden Yellow
Personality: Easy going, but likes to have fun, and happy
Likes: I like to laugh, and to draw and role play, and I am very into anime (VERY).
Hates: Ass-holes, enough said...