Biography
Here we roam,
P r E t T y L i T t L e DeMoNs,
Here we roam,
L o V e L y L i T t L e MoNsTeRs,
Here we roam,
H i D i N g I n T h E ShAdOwS,
Here we roam,
A n D I' m T h E M a S t E r T e M p T r E s S...
A young she-wolf walked down through the forest, light brown and white fur blowing. Her startling blue eyes took in the landscape, a grimace on her face. How did she end up in this wretched area? Quite pathetic honestly. She smirked, the lighting giving her pale fur an angelic glow, eyes bright and cheerful.
So that brings the question, who was she? Well, a better question yet. What happens when an alpha falls, and her children fall right in line behind her? Something like The Temptress as she called herself. Real name unknown or never given, the real creature she was, a mystery.
Egomaniac? positive. Possessive and obsessive? Of course. Insane, who wasn't nowadays? Actually, quite a dumb question. Lots of wolves had a far better view on sanity than she did, so lots of wolves aren't insane. Yet, lots of others are pathetic hypocrites though, judging others on not being perfect, and failing at perfection themselves. Exactly why she didn't bother, she just believed she was perfect and that was that. Oh, and she persuaded others to believe so too.
She sighed, deciding to sing to herself. "Here we roam, lovely little monsters, here we roam, hiding in the shadows, here we roam, evil little beasties here," She mumbled as her bright blue eyes caught sight of a wolf in her territory. A pathetic male, nobody would miss him. She smiled as she held out her paw, sharp claws glistening.
Next was nothing but a silent howl as she smirked, placing her bushy tail over the dying male's muzzle. "Ssshhhh, you wouldn't want to get a pretty wolf like me in trouble, would you?" She asked, blue eyes almost hypnotizing. The wolf quieted down, shaking his head as he slumped over. "That's a good lad, I'd say sweet dreams, but doesn't seem like you'll have any," She said smirking. "And I'm The Master Temptress," She hissed finally finishing the song. That's how you knew she had killed her prey, the song was finally over.
(CL)
Breeding Info
N/A
| Personality
Cruel
Corrupted
Dominant
Obsessive
Falling to pieces
Mad
Overly suspicious
Easily jealous
Knows no fear
Broken beyond repair
Shattered mind
Is a poor lost child
Flirty
Charming
Manipulative
Tense
Always alert
Preferences
Quote:
~Call me the Queen,
because you're dying either way...
Status: Always Scheming
Favorite Color: Bluish tinted silver or just plain gold
Favorite Place: On her throne
Favorite Pack Member: 16 Ways to Die
Favorite Child: Killer Snow
Mother:
Why should she care?
Father:
Pathetic
Mate:
16 Ways To Die
Exes:
No Heart
56 Wishes
Children:
No Flaeme
Killer Snow
59 Problems
____________
Corruption
Siblings:
Doesn't care
Grandchildren:
Pond
Topaz
Special Skills
Manipulative and cunning
|
Spring 
Day Weather: 
Heavy Rain
