Name: Moonshaft

Gaia name: Shatters_Reality

Age(in wolf years): 3

Description: ] What cannot be described in the picture below, I will do so for you in words. Snow white fur covers his body, his bottom paws stained a darker color from the wane of travel until washed in some sort of riverbed. If pushed up against, one can clearly feel the thin layer between his ribs and skin, although the excess of fur hides the minor detail with waves of fluff. Ice blue eyes, sometimes given the hue of turquoise blue under the dark shade of a tree or brush entitles him to the rare curious stares from others of his race, of course, when he is being noticed.
Picture I have edited for roleplay refference

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Bisexual

Background: Born in a den of snow dug by his feverous mother, Moonshaft was birthed two other brothers and one sister, one of his kin dying within a days of birth due to reasons unknown to him. Within a half year of their growth, his father returned from an unsuccessful bout of hunting to find his mate all ready halfway down the path of pushed aside snow, heading towards a cave in a far away retreat. Convinced through a pushy Tiana that his remaining pups had died of hunger, he followed her into the wilderness, unknowingly abandoning the children that he helped raise to the cold chills of the winter air. Convinced that the situation could not grow any worse when he awoke to find his parents gone, his sister curled beside him in an attempt to stay warm, and his brother snarling savagely at a hare in an attempt to devour it whole. Their attempt to survive on their own took its own toll, Tomẻ falling prey to starvation, which allowed Moonshaft and his sister to commit the unthinkable under a snow covered, moonlit night. Not many a month had passed later when he awoke to find his sister gone, paw prints leading to the same distant place that his parents had gone so long ago, a silent vow to eventually find them and question their intellect burning inside of his chest with great intensity. Finding nothing left for him in his eternally snow filled valley, Moonshaft left his childhood home to seek more distant places; covering the terrain of lands that he had long dreamt of and ached to see with his own bright eyes. Starting his journey was easier than it seemed, although, the hardest was to stop and breathe. To stop and acknowledge that he may, someday, require a permanent home.

Demon or no (aka powers or not): Unfortunetly, except for sharpened wits and warped sense of reality, no "demonic" power holds over him, a somewhat of a normal dog he is!