Biography "Putnar is the tongue of ancients. It is the word for predators, as they use now. Lera is the former word for prey... These wolves have changed everything. Into bloodthirsty beasts. The enlightened are a dying breed; a special, delicate thread that needs to be strengthened. To be taught, and to be saved." Blood Poison recalled the words through reminisce. His appendages pulled back across his furry red head. His tail wavered before he turned to see the spirit wolves gathering behind him. Belphegore was the first Hope. Nobody ever had taken after her. Now it's his turn. He's older than any of the ancients, but, not the original KDW. He's a year youth. The red wolf emitted a howl that rang through the heavens, with his prowess of such love, power, and faith. It was deep with every dream and scar. His love is as deep as death itself. Bramble Poison smiled as more spirit wolves returned. The entire valley began to explode with the melody of howls.
This is Bramble Poison, your new friend, and maybe hero.
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Either he spoke, let the gauze be applied, or he spoke of the Sight. "Why help your enemy?" This question had Bramble snap into focus. After the bandage was firmly wrapped around the infected wound, the red male stirred, and sat beside him. "This is not my quest. Not my destiny. You are injured.... Dying. I must help you. It is of my love to help you," Bramble Poison murmured assuringly. Love. Vera felt love as the pain given. So what was it? The love to hurt or to heal?
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| Personality ~ Caring ~ Friendly ~ Kind ~ Obedient ~ Wise
DO NOT COPY THIS CHARACTER IN ANY WAY. IT'S CONSIDERED STEALING, AND PLAGIARISM.
Preferences "Break my spell, this curse, Within the sanctuary of existence, Shall one warrior find a hearse, Listen to the whispering mission."
"From Thy Past Alone, You've Done It. Destroy This Deathly Throne, See a Soul Moonlit."
Special Skills A Wolf With Golden Eyes, The Intelligence To Smite, Will Comfort Those Cry, Upon The Ancient Sight.
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