Wait. What? MORE Erani Relatives?

Number: 8
Name: Ellidos of the Nomads
Age: 4 years
Voice: Ellidos sounds like The Fray (A singer), a young and smooth voice, that usually can talk circles around ladies.
Scent: The black brute smells of eucalyptus, mint, and charred wood, along with the musky scent of moss.
Appearance:
At first sight, the Nomad is the valiant knight in a story where the knight saves the princess. He is tall and lean, with a muscular build for running, fighting, and hunting. A black blanket covers a gray base pelt, stretching over his tail, legs, paws, and ending mid-shoulder. Lighter highlights lie on the grey base, giving the appearance of a slight salt-and-pepper pelt, alternating between colors, but mostly lying over the highlights are gray, covering the white underfur. About his neck is a pure necklace of fur, long and soft, as well as his tail. In his well-chiseled face, lies a set of glistening eyes, his right eye a burning amber whilst the left is an icy blue, opposite tones, almost representing his two sides, amongst one of the few Nomads aligned at Chaotic Good. On his forehead, between the brows, is the fully trained mark in dyed in cream tones with the help of some dandelion sap.

Personality:
One of the few Nomads aligned at Chaotic Good, Ellidos is a brave fellow, always aiming to keep the Nomads and all other wolves safe and sound, healed of their wounds and free from the binds of pack life. Ellidos disrespects standard pack life, and has plans to find the Nomads a pack to live in together, just them, and their own territory, helping the other packs thrive with the assistance of their healing craftsmanship.

Ellidos is caring and protective of his fellow wolves, especially if they are wounded, elders, or pups. The brute will do everything to protect his loved ones and those that are close to him, even willing to die to protect them. He is a true friend to any wolf, always there to help them when in need, mostly in healing and emotional support. He will not ally with any wolf that is on the dark side, utterly hating the chaotic nature of their's.

Roleplay Sample:
Amongst the wildflowers, the dark brute felt contented for once, no wolf requiring assistance with wounds or herbs. His black paws skimmed the rocky ground as he padded toward the cliff side, of the Moontouched Cliffs. He would not fall. He kept leaning further forward. He knew his footing well from many nights of solitude spent here, by the sea. The saltiness of the sea stung at his nose and eyes, but he replied simply by closing his eyes and inhaling, welcoming the smells. Behind him, the wildflowers swayed in the wind, creating almost a melody between the wakes of the sea, the wildflowers swaying, and the wind blowing through the trees. Above the brute's head, the moon shone down on the landscape, turning the dew on the plants and the sea a luminescent white and blue.

A crunch in the bushes signified the arrival of another wolf, but there was nothing, but the bushes parted before he could turn away, it seemed the female that he had loved had come to visit him. A light figure took shape as the brute's paws only led him toward the elegant figure, on her back was the marking of wings. Tears began to sting at the large brute's eyes as he leaned forward to nuzzle the spirit. In return, the spirit nuzzled him, light to touch. The brute's bicolored eyes closed as he let tears run down his face. "Hun, I miss you so... Much...". The spirit briefly nodded, and the brute continued. "How can you still love me, when I caused your death? I should have killed that damned brute instead of listening to him and staying back, so he wouldn't kill you. I shouldn't be so naive. I just want you back here, with me... Please, Amara...". The spirit only whispered one word, Ellidos.... Before vanishing, leaving the brute alone.