Biography
Name means "Red Tide" in Dutch. It means, like, a tide of blood :P
Get out of here, you mutt!
Aye, 'fore those were the last words my mother said to me while I was a pup. I wasn't sure of what went wrong, all I knew at that time was pain. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I sprinted away from camp, trying to forget my mother. All of my pup hood she didn't care about me, or any of my siblings. Let me tell you a story, of violence, but was of truth.
Rode Vloed ran through the foggy fall day. Her white breath misted the ground as Rode carried her posture low. "I'll show them, i'll show all of them!" She hissed to herself, and drew Rode's haunches to the ground in a stop. She paced back and forth in anxious angry circles. "Wait! I'll scar them on the outside." She grinned, but with false happiness only to hide her sorrow. "They hurt my feelings and scarred my emotions." She sniffed, but headed back towards camp. Rode's eyes were wide as she entered mainly with craze. "Rode Vloed? What in the name of the stars are you doing here?!" The alpha male snarled as she said nothing, but simply circled around him. He was her father, and a bad one at that. Rode continued trotting around him, as the alpha's expression changed to worry. "R-Rode?" He stammered quickly. The small she-wolf leapt quickly, and pinned him without worry. "Why did you want this?" She murmured in a sad, but calming way. Rode continued on as she sank her teeth in his neck. "You could have been kind. But no, you have to go on with being a rat." Rode sighed and stood up, lifting up her teeth out of his neck. Uh oh..... a wolf had wandered in to the camp. Her muzzle has covered in blood. Up to her knees in blood. The wolf stammered as she leap at him, roaring with sadness. Rode Vloed clawed at his flanks, ripped at his under-belly, and tore his throat. At last, the final words escaped the small males mouth, "Why? Why must the red tide be of me?" Rode stared with surprise. "Why... Red Tide?" he seemed to ask her. Suddenly, Rode Vloed ran off. Tears streamed from her eyes as she sprinted.
Many many years later, a young tortoiseshell male wolf found her in the forest. He approached with caution and asked her warily, "Excuse me, but who might you be? I'm Zonlicht." She opened a single eye and spoke. "A pack wolf? Aye, i'm....." She thought, and spoke, "I'm Rode Vloed." Zonlicht nodded quickly and stared at her. His light grin faded. "Why is there blood on your teeth?" He asked in a scared voice, ears pinned against his head. She spoke in a fake innocent voice, "Aye, but the blood on my teeth is far beyond dry. You wouldn't trust an old dog like me?" Zonlicht's smile returned. "Let me lead you to my pack." he said calmly. 'Maybe my killing days are over. Or maybe not?' She thought to herself. Rode flashed her teeth in a grin, but thought. 'Maybe i'll try out this new life?' She thought about it, but calmly follow Zon without complaint.
Breeding Info
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| Personality
Mean, abrasive, and unnecessarily hostile. Starts fights with no point, and doesn't care about kindness. Smart and intelligent, but also could beat you up in the blink of an eye. the kind of wolf you don't challenge, no matter what the circumstances are of the fight. Name means "Red Tide" in Dutch. It means, like, a tide of blood :P
"Shh, pup, and let the red tide of blood wash you over."
"Love is your only weakness. Give it up to join me and be the
strongest in the forest, or stay with your mate. Choose!"
"Aye, but the blood on my teeth is far beyond dry. You wouldn't
trust and old dog like me?
Preferences
Not gonna have a mate. Doesn't believe in "love".
Food: Anything. Ooh, the feeling of blood washing over her paws and muzzle! Anything that bleeds is so lovely, almost to wash the "purity" off of her stained, yellow and bloody teeth.
Area: Places with high trees, high reeds, tall grass. If she can hide in it to ambush the prey, it'll be alright. if she's able to hide and ambush, fine by her.
Battle: Battle moves that tortures the prey. Especially if it makes them bleed a bunch, or hurts so badly, they want to be put out their misery.
Special Skills
Oh yes, how I would love to tell you the way I kill. But alas, then i'd have to kill you. If you knew, it would be no longer secret the way I fight. My ambushing techniques? Oh, how everybody would know them If I told. Aye, so how about I don't tell you? My regal sinking my teeth into the spine? Everybody would know... so how about you leave this old dog alone, and don't bother me again.
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Summer 
Day Weather: 
Earthquake
