Biography
Born to fire and death. That is the memories I hold. My mother was a broodmare, her only purpose the production of pups fit to destroy and conquer; never met the fool who sired me only that he was whiter then snow and had red and pink eyes. Quite funny if you think about it, a demon of destruction made by a fluffy white pa and a mother who was so slick and stealthy to make one pup disappear in fire.
Pups only stay with the one who produced them till they can eat meat then your off to fight or die. Once asked that cur about litter mates and was told they were culled. Mat drilled survival knowledge into me the day my eyes opened till the fire. She was conditioned to the pack ways but wanted to make sure at least one of her demon spawn(that's honestly what we were called by her) escaped to free will.
The blaze was everywhere, smoke suffocating and causing my vision to blur as I pounded through clouds of fire. There was no end yet no fear swallowed me just the sounds of cracking wood from heat as the forest I was born to was eaten.
My pelt looks similar to one that is drenched in blood and eyes lit by fire that burn a soul. Others whisper how a demon covered in ash emerged from the flames of death.
An thus my freedom began. Death is no stranger to me and I make sure to sire a few unfortunate drifters, hopefully they fare well. Though raiding and causing chaos is a pure joy, my attention is on a story from a pack of a never dying wolf who comes back in a new form each life.
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