Biography
It was said that I was the heir. It was said that I would have taken fathers place in the hierarchy of the pack. Now, I'm alone. Abandoned. Left. I don't understand any of it. Why would they tell me that then leave me? I felt myself shaking, I was incoherent, my eye was dripping with a sticky warm substance that I couldn't name. The smell of death and unfamiliarity filled my nose. A looming shadow obscured my lifeless body and all I could do was die... As death do me part...
What was hope?
The youngster could be found wondering the forest almost aimlessly. His ribs showed prominently, his eyes slightly dull and bleeding paws telling the extant of how many leagues he has walked. Bloody paw prints trailing behind him ominously. It was snowing, of course it was. It was always snowing... The wind itself lashed and howled bitterly at the world, just like his heart, his soul, his mind. Eyes clenched; partly in despair, partly because the whipping wind slapped snow into them, he trudged through the ever deepening blanket of cold.
His name is Ghoul, he named himself that, mainly because he felt that he was one. He shouldn't have been alive if his pack wasn't. Oh, they didn't actually leave him; they died. He saw it happen too, in fact he has a missing eye because he saw too much of it.
A dark shadow perched up in the tree.
CAW CAW
It croaked the sound of death. The sound of Ghoul's Fate... They have been following for awhile now, determined o be the first to eat the new found carrion that seems to never die. This thought has always made Ghoul determined to not give up. To never give up. It steadied his defiant legs that had grown weak over the long period. The ravens saved his life, if it wasn't for their impatience; peeking and tearing; he wouldn't have gotten up from sleep. He wouldn't have continued trudging through the endless snow.
Two months of walking with the occasional rest; following the ever persistent but impatient ravens to other carrion that froze in the brutal forest, and sharing their meal. Again, he was saved by the very beings that wanted him dead. When he killed prey, even if it was small, he would leave some for them.
Ghoul found himself growing stronger in spirit and iron will as the days past. By year two, he woke to find that he wasn't scared anymore, he was never alone. Dark figures of life; not shadows of death, peered down at him from the trees. Waiting for him to continue walking... His destination was the mountains, where he would start anew, a pack of his own, and the Ravens led on. Flew above his head, croaked at him and encouraged... They were Fate... The mountains were destiny...
Theme:: https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=GFQYaoiIFh8
Breeding Info
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| Personality
The term "lighten up" comes to mind. Ghoul is serious; overly serious. He doesn't take a joke and he never takes the time to relax. Don't get me wrong, he's a perfectly devoted Alpha. I think deep down, he's not so certain he escaped the ones responsible for his previous packs massacre. He's worried for his own pack... Let's just put it at that.
~ Intelligent
~ Deep thinker
~ Angers slowly
~ Stoic
~ Overprotective
~ Loyal
~ Secretive
Preferences
Falling snow. Ghoul loves the falling snow, it reminds him of when he was a small pup. Him and his sibling always played together with his father or mother watched protectively in the distance.
Dawns... Especially spent with Spirit. Who will tell him elaborate stories about her past life. Mostly to fill in the silence at first, then she realized that he actually enjoyed them. Will tell her something about himself in return. (They are a new couple mind you. XD)
Special Skills
He works well under pressure. Meaning: In danger, he will not panic, he takes the time the force his thoughts into action, enabling him to find an escape route or plan an attack.
Great at keeping the pack under control, even with his quiet voice.
A natural leader.
Very observant. Whether its body language or a small scratch on a tree that wasn't there before. He will most likely notice it, watch some more, and if anything else that's suspicious turns up, he'll plan his actions according.
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Winter 
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