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Post by Haptic on Jul 22, 2011 10:17:42 GMT -6
Name: Cruentus. Age: Three. Gender: Male. Mutation: Fur coloration/elongated ears and tail. Appearance: Cruentus is a strange beast. From the front he's a dark creature, and although his ears and muzzle are stained with an inky blood red color, he looks relatively normal. It's in his figure, those slinking curves, that slithering walk, that sets him apart from the norm. He calls himself a beast of blood, his dark fur is stained red on his sides, and on his hind legs. The underside of his long fluffy tail is red as well, often left dragging along the forest floor.
His face is sharp, and never to be trusted. Those yellow eyes hold an eerie glow against his dark fur, a hard gaze that if one meets they will be surprised to see windows to this empty creature's soul.
Personality: "What are we but beasts of blood?" Blood torments his mind, lays upon his stained lips. His namesake even refers to bloodshed, rooted deeply in latin, a language that the lupine knows pieces of but much of it is simply lost in time and was not passed on by his family. A terror, the male was made to slaughter, to slink in the shadows and strike, to manipulate and pursue his victims until there was nothing left of them. He turned out a creature of darkness, but is missing the venome. The terror under his pawsteps, the bloodlust that should have made him even stronger. By no means is Cruentus a gentle creature, but he is not the murderer that his mother wished to give birth to, that his father wanted him to be.
He has a fondness for the young, and a trickle of compassion for the weak and downtrodden. A good samaritan at the best of times, he will stop and help a stranger if caught in the right mood. He is a terrifying sight at the worst, mouth splitting into an eerily sharp grin, words laced with poison, eyes so very full of nothing.
Background: His family consisted of many a wolf, each with an odd mutation that he missed out on. Along with their russet fur, they would have multiple rows of teeth. They were assassins, working for whoever would repay them in new wolves to add to the family -and or work to death or destroy- or in land. He slipped away from them after passing his yearling stage, but he knows that they still linger, both in the back of his mind and beyond the horizon. Pack: None Rank: None
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Post by ~Ice Blitz~ on Jul 22, 2011 12:40:37 GMT -6
Accepted! ^^ Can't wait to see what trouble he stirs up. XD
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