Biography
"Why am i called Moonlight.. Well.. let me tell you about me.."
The granite male wasnt to be seen during the day, only during night. His grey-ish pelt blending in with the night fog making it easier for him to hunt and to kill prey. Most wolves were scared of him do to his strange appearance, he had large abnormal fangs that would just out from his maw, two different colored eyes, one a deep blood red, and the other pure white. Antlers would sprout out of his head, making him look even more intimidating. Spikes would show in a row down his tail, almost as if it was a weapon. A necklace hung around his neck, the teeth of his once prey, crazy right?.
It was a foggy night, a large male would stalk through the fog, his cranium held low, his orbs searching for any signs of prey. The rain would fall and slap against his pelt, making his fur all silky and wet, his nose would twitch, trying to pick up some sort of scent but it was hard due to the rain. A shiver would run through his body, the wind blowing against his fur. The moonlight lit up his way to see though, shining brightly down on him, his pelt glowing in the night. Upon seeing a small deer not to far away, he would grin, leaping forwards quickly, the mud splattering all over his body, which would also disguise his scent. Letting out a snarl he would latch onto the small
fawn, seeping his fangs into the fawns jugular, red substances spurting out, covering his face. Thump. The fawn would let out a wail of pain before dropping to the ground.
This was Moonlight. He would hunt and kill during the night, rarely to ever be found or seen, he covered his scent well and most wolves were horrified when they woke up to see dead carcasses everywhere the next day, not knowing who or what did it.
Writen by ColdStonePack #121025.
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Winter Month: 3 
Day Weather: 
Fog
