Biography
You wonder through the forest. It's dark and the air is freezing. All you hear is the "caw caws" of the crows as they flew overhead. You remember the stories the elders told you and your siblings when you were a pup.
"Careful when you are out at night, young ones. Some say the crows that fly through the trees work with the packs that own the territory about the intruders and natural threats in the area,"
You pray that the crows you hear are not warning any packs in the area. You continue your way through the forest until you hear a low, fierce growl. You spin and saw nothing. The air goes still and all life seems to fade. You begin to back away from the direction of the growl and then turn to run.
Your escape is cut short by a loud snarl and sharp teeth digging into your scruff. You let out a yelp as you are thrown against a nearby tree. You let yourself sink to the ground and you force your eyes to open just enough to see a large wolf. He's pelt was blood red and with black legs and throat. He stands over you, with a sickening grin on his face. You feel and smell his warm, rotten breath on your face as he whispers to you,
"Night Night, little rat..."
You fall into a terrifying, unknown darkness. You are positive this is your end....
Breeding Info
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| Personality
Chaos is a Dark, Deadly wolf. He is very protective of his pack. He always was. When he was a pup, he was almost killed by the Alpha for attempting to kill his son. He has a large amount of aggression and no one, not even his parents, know where this insane aggression comes from.
Preferences
Chaos can often be found lurking in the shadows. But, he is sometimes with his mate, Dark Ravon. He also enjoys wondering around through his pack territory and hunting any trespassers.
Special Skills
As stated before, Choas has a large amount of aggression. Ever since he was a young pup, he would take play wrestling too far and the play would end with his mother or father prying him off the terribly wounded pup. As he aged he was exiled from his pack because of his aggression and lived life as a rouge. He would attack anything that stood in his way or whatever he felt like fighting.
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