Biography
I was introduced to the evils of the world soon after I could see; I watched a wolf go rabid.. Glazed out of focus eyes, Foam around yellow teeth, and mumbling nonstop... I was fascinated at the way he changed, not scared. Strange creatures hunted our pack with shiny sticks, I found them to be annoyance. I was separated from my mother, barley weaned from milk.. I lay their in the snow of the first year of my life, and I realized if I didn't move. I would die... after wandering the wilds for many moons I found that packs fall apart so quickly and that some feared Albinos, and other birth Defected wolves... while others use them for their own gain... I personally don't care, death is interesting an I would rather have fun watching others then partaking in meaning less things... though fate seems to like throwing me in to the middle of every thing... Death fallows me... I've come to except being a bringer of Death
Breeding Info
N/A
| Personality
Kind
Humors
protective
soft hearted
watchful...
Can turn his emotions off an become nothing but a killer, an annoyance, and a total dick
Preferences
A hidden cave that he has hidden in many times: medium sized cave covered in moss and ivy, the entrance hidden by a bolder an vines... it was what he could call his first home an den
Special Skills
I could feel my mask slipping in to that deadly look.. that blank look with no emotion... I had only seen that face once on a dark rainy night... on a lakes reflective surface, blood red pink eyes emotionless snowy; white pelt speckled with blood
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Spring 
Night Weather: 
Clear Moon: 
