Biography
From his haunting volcanic-gold eyes that seem to frighten and stun, to his fluffy black-patterned feather of a tail that he holds high above the heads of his pack mates, levi is definitely one of a kind. on the surface, his fur is a sharp red, it intertwines with bits and pieces of his underbelly--which is smokey fog--but underneath all that is a richer, darker charcoal color. it can often be seen while he's running or the wind is blowing, this fur is thick, yet holds an odd softness to it that canÂÂÂÂ’t really be understood. his paws and muzzle are all soaked in a vibrant masking, which consists of red, ebony, and silver. his tail tip also has a hint of ashen that seems to fade in and out every now and then. his whole body -- other than his legs, face, and neck -- are covered in shadowy and smoke patterns. levi has eyes like a plasma moon, an oval shape with a pulsing, crisp orange base that leads onto traces of light mango and sun. theyÂÂÂÂ’re very hypnotizing if stared at too long, they almost seem to change color with the time of day.
his forebears were preoccupied with his siblings, and were fixated upon heredity and carrying on the bloodlines, in which they had done for centuries. he grew older, though spent much of his time as a solitary brute, roaming the forests he knew so well. he did not mind the life of solitude, however did not mind being in the company of others. he acquired needed skills over the course of two years, the brute heeded his surroundings, and became a skilled hunter; he lurked soundlessly, leaping upon his unsuspecting prey, executing it with a single blow. his paws with swift and inaudible; he knew to slow his breathing as to remain unheard, he needn't his forebears to evade and reject him for not being to first born or perhaps the strongest amongst his siblings. levithan certainly wasn't weak, and he took it upon himself to prove it so. he spent every waking moment enhancing his skills; then came the day he challenged his father for the alpha rank, killing him in the process. no tears were shed, considering looking upon the beast would imply that you thought you understood the hardships he endured as a child, though most chuckle and hold their hearts in beat when he begins to ramble on about the beatings and mutilations his scorned eyes have witnessed and lived through. leviathan did not grow strong overnight, for his body for forged of pain and anger due to an abusive father who tended to take his unsatisfactory thoughts out on his withering mother before lashing out upon the little pup with his own ambitions. now with his father dead, he has been leading his thriving pack, now he's in need of new pack members and a loving female to bear his pups. though the male is very difficult to please, just as his father was, he only hopes not to follow in his footsteps... but of course that never happened. he trailed down the same path his father did, calculatingly violent until it practically sent him crazy. he ended up with a new pack, a pack he's been beside for more than two years. they put him on the right path, or a path for that matter.
at first gaze, he appears a predator to all wolves, one to be feared. with eyes of orange glowing as if the devil himself possessed him; locked upon the unfortunate soul in question, those haunting orbs filled with a cross between remembrance of the darkest of strife and wisdom obtained from thus named troubles, the silver lips curled into a knowing smile; as if he is filled with knowledge and certainty; but his stance taut and guarded, as if one move could be the difference between a set of a teeth in the throat, or all of the knowledge in the world, this brute is certainly not easy to become acquainted with. if one does capture his attention or is forced upon him, he is almost always courteous and joyous - as if he is blessed with the presence, and he knows how to get what he desires at any costs, in spite of the degrading and terrifying rumors circulating behind his back. beware the fangs that are not seen, but felt all too late. but alas, he does have a good side, one that his merged with his shadier one to make him reliable in spite of the odds; the result is an odd mix that was carefully cultivated and brought to full bloom by his loving pack. levi is a brute that is hard to cope with; simple as that. to many, he is bipolar. his values are those that he loves, his family, comes first. he trusts a few individuals; simple as that. those individuals are his pack, which he deems family, any pack that shows him kindness and can gaze past his horrid interior and morbid ways. and when his trust is earned, he is an entirely different individual. the wisdom obtained through strife and misery he is willing to share; the mysteries of the world that he has insight on he is willing to converse upon; the young ones he would gaze a hungrily as if they were prey to be used become his own pups
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