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Valdrigue flew gracefully through the air, reaching out his claws for the young girl like a cat reaches for a mouse. Everything seemed to be going in slow motion for him, the embers from the fire mingling with the smoke. The target getting closer and closer until she was an inch away from impending doom that was Valdrigue's beast.

Everything suddenly took a leap to the left as the Demon was tackled out of the air and onto the ground by the large wolf, his world jarred momentarily. Snarling with rage that his prey had been snatched from him, Valdrigue grappled violently for purchase on the wolf's fur, grabbing a tuft in each clawed hand and hurled the wolf away.

Leaping up to his feet, Valdrigue whirled around to face Mara once again and growled, the lips of his great maw of teeth rippling to modulate the sound. When he pounced, the Demon fell short once again, voicing his fury loudly and in disturbingly strange bursts that echoed out. Each burst had absolutely no rhythm to it and only served to put people out of sinc.

The singing had started again and Valdrigue found he was going towards the singer with increasing speed. Shaking his large head, the Demon stopped and turned back to Mara but hesitantly, switching between the two targets.

By the way, I go to school at 8-4 New Zealand time so on those times and I this scene I give you permission to do what you would with my character

Prove it :P

Valdrigue snapped and flailed at the various people who sprang out of thin air to tackle him only spring back to put their hands around their ears, as if they didn't want to hear the beautiful song that was being sung by the girl in front of him. The Demon was now completely enthralled by the song, his mind only full of the enchanting notes.

The scents of blood and fear were still spicing the air with a mixture of smells that were just the right ingredients for Valdrigue to go berserk in normal circumstances but they were dulled, all of his scents now to used almost entirely on the music. It conjured up images of soft green meadows in the sunlight dotted with dafodils that gave off a sweet scent.

Suddenly, the entire landscape of flowing field was cracked and smashed, falling to pieces inside of Valdrigue's mind as Dai started to wrap the chains around him, quickly restricting his movement and making them so tight, the chains started to cut into even his thick skin, the metal biting in and drawing lines of black blood on his bulky arms.

With the spell of the song broken, Valdrigue snapped all four of his jaws repeatedly and at different times so that the air was now alive with the clacking of teeth being brought together. Both of the aforementioned ingredients for disaster had riled up Valdrigue and he managed to get one wing free as the tree came closer, which he lightly raked the side of the large wolf's fur with, not caring if it hit or not.

As soon as the very last of the song's magic was lifted from restraining Valdrigue, the Demon took on a crazed edge to his fury, snapping and struggling violently against the chain's, neck muscles standing out as he pushed his head forward. Valdrigue wheeled his head around to face Thye as he was the source of the liquid that Valdrigue was so crazed for.

With one last great pull, the tree creaked, the chains clinked and Valdrigue roared before settling back defeated, uttering a few final growls, but that of an animal in distress and grief rather than one of anger and fury.

Lathrain watched the proceedings with a look of scorn on her face that was directed purely at Lupe, the drunken warrior who wasn't even cut out for being a guard. The Femal soldier was tempted to take sodden piece of self-loathing flesh outside of the bar for a few lessons with her fists. Her anger was even visible as her breath had gotten so hot it showed up as mist in the air.

A grim smile showed up on Lathrain's face however when Lupe was denied a drink and got a cup of water in his face. Resting her armoured bulk on the bar seat beside Lupe, Lathrain pointedly ignored the drunk and picked at the dried blood on her gauntlet. When she was asked a question, the soldier looked up from her task and smiled hopefully.

"Could I have some ale please? Or am I under the same restrictions as this?" Lathrain asked, only ever polite to her sisters and gesturing disdainfully to Lupe.

Ok, I'm happy now ;)

Ooc: When I talk about the 'Demon language' I'm talking about actual demons and not just supernaturals, like Val and Dai and any others that are proper demons.

Valdrigue was a broken man, starving for the blood and flesh of either his enemies, friends or just some animal he can hunt for in the forest that he was chained to. The tree was old and sturdy, its bark rough and used to extreme weather, it being snow, rain or burning sun, this tree had seen it all. The Demon cursed the chains that bound him in a language that no one knew except other demons.

At least a shred of his old self was still inside the beast that was Valdrigue as he couldn't keep his yellowing gaze off of Thye and not just because the other Male was covered in blood. The feelings that Valdrigue felt for Thye were powerful and not superficial at all, they also incited an extremely jealous streak in him when others touched the male.

As soon as Valdrigue noticed Thye leaning back and being tended to by Nemi, he rocked back and forth and snapped at the newcomer with renewed vigour and uttered a vile insult in the Demon language
"Filth!" the harsh words coming from a throat that sounded dryer than the desert "thief of hearts! Disgusting wench!" the words sounding simply like some tribal chant to none Demons.

The insults steadily got less deprived of manners until it was little more than a mumbling stream of words unintelligible even to people like Dai, who had pretty good hearing when in wolf form. The low whisper of mouth breathing and clacking of jaws as they periodically snapped shut and then steadily opened up again, only to snap shut.

Valdrigue's only wish at this point was for Thye to come over to him as the Demon's heart was yearning for the bloodied one, was yearning for him to look at Valdrigue's face without flinching or looking away afterwards. The Demon pulled slightly and hopelessly at the chains and in the direction of Thye, calling in a mournful tone towards the Male.

Ooc: Just one second!

Valdrigue growled and grumbled under his breath until the song-maker spoke to him in his own langauge. Now whilst the small amount of constant thought that the Demon had was a bit dedicated to creating coherant sentences, it was mostly raw emotion and his speech took that in sonic form to express himself loudly and usually angrily.

Valdrigue highly disliked being chained up each night, in fact he loathed it and he loathed even more those who chained him up, which was usually himself. Bearing this fact in mind, it probably wasn't a smart move for Zoe that she tried to speak to him calmly when she was the one who tricked him into being chained to the tree he was currently bound to.

Letting out a snake-like hiss of dislike, Valdrigue whipped his head around towards Zoe, a whip like tongue a foot long snaking out and jabbing at Zoe's face.
"Insolent broodling! Binding me and then making talk with me? Pah!" here Valdrigue spat a globule of salivia that burned the ground "never speak with me this night again"

Valdrigue's threat and insult done, he noticed Thye sitting on the hard ground before him and relaxed, the fire dimming from his eyes and heart. Looking straight into Thye's eyes with nothing but a fond compassion, Valdrigue tried to speak but remembered that the two could not communicate. Instead, the Demon beckoned closer with his clawed hand.

When the other Male was close enough, Valdrigue opened his mouth once again and extended his tongue, brushing Thye's face gently except not with the burning venom that he had used when spitting at Zoe, but with something entirely different. Where his tongue had touched Thye on the cheek, a mark appeared in a dark ink of a crescent moon that quickly set.

Knowing that Thye couldn't understand him but for his own comfort, Valdrigue spoke once more. "Speak now and understand, I speak and you hear, your sense forever changed" his words curling around he incantation. "You should be able to understand me now Thye" the Demon said, again in his own to the but the magic should work.

Ooc: I'm ready go!

Well, I was thinking the mark would only be useful at night because, you know, that's when Valdrigue is in demon form. Because of this I thought maybe it would fade at daytime and come back at night. It could also change with the lunar cycle as a way for others to see when Val is most, shall we say, aggressive towards anyone except Thye?

Valdrigue slazily snapped at the fireflies and various bugs that swarmed around his blue head, vaguely annoying him but not to the point where he would actively struggle out of he lengths of chain the held him on the tree. The Demon watched in an interested fashion as the various members of the small group went to sleep before getting up when someone took their place on the ground.

Valdrigue looked around at the various people standing around that came and went like some sort of curious cat. The Demon had never slept since his creation and didn't even have the capability as his night form was active all the time it was out and his day form couldn't sleep during daytime, so Valdrigue was defiantly not a morning person.

The moon was low on the horizon and Valdrigye could sense his change about to happen, his own mind coming back into his body as the beastly true form of himself retreated back into the shadows of his mind. For a moment, Valdrigue was his old self in his true body and there was a moment of horror for him as he remembered what he had done in the night.

The Demon's small moment of regret had to be ignored as a greater task was at hand, transforming back without waking anyone. Again, the beast transformed, but it was like in reverse , all his features returning to what they were before the night, skin growing back over his wings, leaving a lage red mark that faded quickly, and finally the mark on Thye left his skin for now.

Valdrigue hung his head as his transformation finished and he went back to his day form. His original cllothes growing out of his skin and onto his body, as warm and crisp as if they had been freshly pressed and ironed. Valdrigue's self esteem was the lowest it had been in his entire existence which was an extremely long amount of time.

The Male drooled slightly as his chains were loosened and he smiled, despite his current mood. He raised his head and looked straight at Zoe.
"You know, I'm not asleep. I haven't ever slept over the course of my entire existence and that, let me tell you, is a very long time"

Valdrigue looked straigh into the eyes that had bleed enough for an artery and smiled again, this time warmer and nodded before dropping to the ground. The drop in altitude was sudden and surprised him a bit but he didn't let it show on his pale face. The only the emotion on the Male's face as he stood up straight under the tree was the terrible feeling of a bomb ready to explode.

Squinting, Valdrigue shielded his eyes from the sun that was now almost completely over the horizon and his mood darkened even more. The Demon's face was likened to a thunderstorm over the mountains that could either go away eventually or just roll down the valley and onto the town just as easily, all it took was for someone to wave the lightning rod.

It was looking to be a good day and that only made things worse for Valdrigue. The only thing that could make him more annoyed than seeing the devastation he had caused was harsh sunlight. There was a reason that Valdrigue only came out of his house late in the morning and he could see the reason coming straight for him with an angry look on his face.

SMACK

The sound of Dai's fist connecting with Valdrigue's cheekbone sounded like a shovel hitting wet cement and the taller man only moved an inch. A red mark started to bloom where the punch connected and the Demon turned his face back slowly to look Dai straight in the eyes, a death stare on his face and a locked jaw. The next thing he said was in a voice so low and full of silent aggression that it would have made a bear roll over.

"I have been around for more than a thousand times your age, even a thousand times her age" here Valdrigue gestured to Nemi "and you have literally no comprehension of how f****ing hard it is to find people who accept you. Even other Demons hate me and the only way I could stay accepted was to hide my true self from every single person I met.

What do you think would have happened if I told you all that 'oh, just one thing! Each night a turn into the Demon of the Night and want to eat each one of you' huh? What do you think would happen?" At this point, Valdrigue's anger was apparent as his voice was getting louder and louder with each phrase until it was a shout that was straight into Dai's face.

"Because if you think that nothing would change! That's complete and utter BULL****!" the voice was now a roar.

Valdrigue breathed heavily as he finished his speech, all of his energy put into one outburst. Even breathless and being assaulted by many people and defended by others, the Demon still had a spark of anger inside him, just a candleflame of apprehension that rose to the surface and didn't waver under the gale-force winds of Dais' ferocity.

When Rose turned to him and tried to scold him, Valdrigue didn't cower or was terrified, he simply narrowed his eyes and matched Zoe's glare with added intensity. Only looking up when someone spoke to counteract that statement 'We could have prepared, pah! You wouldn't have even bothered to find out in the first place if you knew about me!'

The vicious thoughts only inflaming Valdrigue's anger, but in a strange way. No long was it the hot and fiery anger that he usually had, no, now it was cold and dead anger as he watched Dai spit and hiss his resentment. Valdrigue's candle growing into a black flame that didn't give off any heat. It had turned into the sort of fireplace you use to heat the oven in where you cook people in.

The Demon's face was now one of complete ice and snow, a wall of winter that didn't react to anything, much less another attack on it. When yet another person stepped into the small space between Dai and Valdrigue, the taller Male was surprised when he saw a mop of white hair in front of him but he didn't let it show on his cold expression.

Whilst Thye was speaking, a realisation came to Valdrigue that would have scared many other people if they had it and especially towards someone that they had lived with for at least a few years. The Demon slowly raised the side of his shirt and gripped the handles of his two Kama. The twin blades looked like small scythes and they were just as sharp and easy to kill with.

A dark cloud grew over Valdrigue's mind as he looked at the retreating back of Dai, imagining what the wolf Demon would look like if he was bleeding out in the grass with two blades sticking out of his back. Valdrigue unsheathed the weapons, looking even more intensely at Dai's back as if he was aorking out where he would lodge his Kama, under the shoulder blades Valdrigue thought.

Mind now almost entirely clouded by thoughts of death and murder, the Tall Demon took a few steps forward before shaking his head and looking down at himself, horrified that he would succumb to his own dark side whilst in the sunlight. Shaking his head once again, Valdrigue made the decision to leave and turned around before walking the other way.

Ooc: Ok guys and gals, I'll be going to supervise a junior camp to the next week so this is my last post and I honestly don't have enough muse to make a decent post so I won't even try.

Valdrigue the Demon of the Night yet again walked way from a burnt village and a group torn asunder by his secret. The ground was littered with black dots of ash and charcoal that crunched as he trudged through the gathering drifts of grey soot. The 'Great Demon of the Night' was ironically being pushed out into the wilderness because of what he was.

Valdrigue was a swirling twister of emotions and along with the tornado came a dark and stormy cloud of depressing and anger. Anger at himself for tearing apart yet another friendship and for not telling anyone about his condition. Anger at Dai for not even trying to understand and a pitch black fog of suffocating depression as he realised all he was good at was creating death and destruction.

Valdrigue clenched and unclenched his fists as he walked along the beaten path away from the ruins of the village. As he walked, the Demon realised when he went to wipe some moisture off of his face, that he was crying. It was a thing that he hadn't done for hundreds of years and the last time he had done it was when he lost his first love.

Valdrigue felt a yearning in his heart for Thye and the friendships that he had worked so hard to create among the others in the group, and ignored it. Part of him said calmly and without any emotion that it was stupid to go back, that it was suicide and it would just be painful, both physically and mentally. The other part longed to go running full speed back to his friends.

The Demon walked endlessly until he got to a town. He didn't speak to anyone, he didn't look at anyone, he didn't even respond to people when they tried to converse with him, he simply walked straight in and out of the town, a solid brick wall. Eventually, an old man met him on the road and stood straight in front of Valdrigue, the old man's skinny arms on his hips.

"Sit down lad" the cracked voice of the old man said, its owner gesturing to two chairs on the side of the road. "I be waitin for someone like you on the road. Not a traveler, a troupe, nor even an entertainer. Nay, I be waitin for a wanderer. Someone like you, lost their home, their friends and who have stony eyes with none but the smallest bit of emotion. And even then it's anger"

At this point the old man stopped his speech and took out a battered old pipe which he filled with tobacco and lit it with a gnarled piece of flint along a blade. Valdrigue sat down on one of the chairs and said nothing, staring off into the distance and not focusing on anything. After taking a few puffs on his pipe, the old man sat back and looked critically at Valdrigue.

"Ye got the feel o' age about ye. You're ancient, and you've seen death many times, am I correct?" The old man asked confidently. The Demon simply nodded. "Well whatever ye may be, you're running from something and whatever it is, you'll find piece if you simply walk. I don't care where. I don't want to know. I just know you will eventually find piece along this road."

The man finished yet again and didn't move much except for turning his head to watch as Valdrigue stood up once again and started walking.

As he walked, Valdrigue felt the icy tingle of something tugging at him to go back, to return to his friends. He tried to ignore it but it kept coming back and it was something he couldn't shrug off. When he looked down at his hands, the Demon realised his skin was starting to turn blue in an attempt to take control of his body to go back.

An instant realisation gripped Valdrigue and he turned back and broke into an amazingly fast pace that he could still keep up for hours. Speeding through the town and passing the old man, Valdrigue struggled to hide his increasingly blue skin and his other changes that were starting to happen. Fortunately, his wings broke free of his body and burst through his shirt, beating to help him go faster.

Running full tilt with help from his wings, Valdrigue was now completely blue, his wings were fully grown and his talons had burst through his shoes. He sped past the village, stooping to grab the chains off the tree on the way and following the scent of his group like a bloodhound through the forest and out onto a large road that looked as if it had been used recently.

Now almost full demon, all that was needed was for Valdrigue to grow and get his extra jaws, he ran on all fours up the road to a large house where he could smell the group, tail streaming out behind his blue body. Raising a path of dust behind him, the Demon ran straight up to the door before his limbs gave out and he collapsed in a heap.

All of his skin was blue, his shoes and bottom of his pants were torn to shreds. There were black bloodstains on his shirt where his wings had burst through and all of his hair was gone. Valdrigue was in the process of completing his transformation whilst completely and utterly exhausted and yet he still called out, voice rugged and rough from lack of water and hard breathing.

Valdrigue was covered in dust, ash and blood but he still went on. The harsh voice slightly garbled the one word he spoke as the Demon's extra jaws were coming through but it was clear what he was saying.

"Thye!"

Ooc: I'm really sorry I left, personal reasons have sort of crushed my muse so much that I couldn't even really make anything.

Valdrigue looked up at the Wolf-demon with a look of complete and utter exhaustion in his yellow eyes. The Demon of the Night was too tired to fight, too tired to move, too tired to even think. Every muscle screamed in protest at Valdrigue when he moved so loudly that he cringed every time the Male even twitched. The amount of Lactic acid in his muscles at the moment could have filled a pool.

Mind buzzing like a corpse in the desert heat, Valdrigue's sluggish brain was stirred into action at the sound of Thye's voice. The fatigued and broken down machinery of the Demon's brain was kicked repeatedly until the rusted gears and cogs were forced to squeak around noisily for at least a small amount of extra time before finally breaking down.

Valdrigue saw the shoes of Thye from the Demon's prone position before anything else of the other Male. Visibly straining and in pain, Valdrigue raised his smooth and bald head up and towards the dying light that silhouetted Thye's head in a soft shadow. The yellow eyes squinted in effort as a classed hand was raised unsteadily to hold Thye's chin briefly before Valdrigue finally, and for the first time in his entire existance, he slept.

I will track and make a form when i get back home (Am getting yelled at by teacher for writing this shhhhhhhh)

Erm, could I reserve the king o the Werewolves please? I'm onto the history and I'm taking one day at a time for each of those big bits so I don't lose interest.

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Nickname(s);;
"Völf, but only friends call me that"

Gender;;
"Are you blind? Male!"

Age;;
"That is of no consequence to you pup!"
42

Date of Birth;;
"I find these questions quite, quite aggravating"
28th of February

Sexuality;;
"You dare question my ability to have children?!"
Heterosexual

Species;;
"Werewolf you stupid meat sack!"

Power(s);;
N/A

Alliance;;
"Vile WRETCH! You dare accuse me of betraying my own clan and species?!"[/fancypost]

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Height;;
"I refuse to cooperate with an insufferablerunt like you"

6'4

Weight;;
180 pounds

Hair Color;;
Silvery grey

Eye Color;;
Yellow

Body Modifications;;
A tattoo of his pack symbol, a wolf's head in front of the full moon, on his back[/fancypost]

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Written Description;;
Standing quite tall, Völfgang looms over most people and uses his impressive height to intimidate and stare down potential threats to either him, his friends or his own pack. A permanent scowl on his face betrays the fact that Völfgang snarls far too often than is usual when speaking to others as there are many people who deserve a snarl.

Völf's hair is a short and well groomed, looking as if he spent a while on it. Unfortunately for many other people if they were in the same position, the amount of scars and old wounds that cover his face and scalp mean that Völfgang's hair is in strange tufts between the patches of silvery skin that mark old battles and skirmishes, either with Vampires, Hunters or even other Werewolves.

Völfgang has a large and well muscled build and his wide shoulders and long legs compliment each other to make him seem much bigger than he actually is, which is still quite large. Even in human form, Völfgang is hairy and a thin coat of silvery hair covers his entire body, giving people the impression that he is much paler than most.

Völfgang's skin is tanned but was originally white and the skin on his palms and on his feet as well as on his fists is well weathered and rough. If you were punched in the face by him, there would be no doubt that he could kill you, or at least break several bones, starting with your nose. If you saw him, you would know, the he wouldn't even flinch.

When Völfgang transforms into his Wolf form, he retains mostly the same shape. For instance He keeps his bulk and still has the ability to walk on his hind legs because they are bigger than a normal Wolf's legs. Völf still has his imposing height and expression and the only real differences are his fur, his head, his legs and arms and his tail.

Völfgang's head changes shape to that of a wolf's, his muzzle packed full of large and viciously sharp teeth that can crunch through bones and tear through muscle in just a few bites. Völf retains his humanoid shape, although his legs look like large canine legs that he can walk on, but can still run on all fours. Völfgang grows claws on his hands and paws for feet as well as sprouting a large bushy tail.

One of the most interesting things about Völfgang and his family is that the males in his family have always had a blood-red coat when in their Wolven forms but not any other time.

Personality;;
Savage, cruel, brutal. All of these words have been used to describe Völfgang and usually used by people outside of his own family and by those who have been beaten by him in a fight and are still bitter, Werewolves from another house and outsiders who don't know how things work. They are all true of course and the people who say them don't make them any less true.

Völf is savage in duels and in hunting, practices severe punishment upon those who commit crimes and is extremely brutal when it comes to killing Hunters or their 'pets'. People loo upon Völfgang and say
"There goes a sadistic psychopath" but just because he does all of these things it does not mean he like doing them.

On the contrary, Völfgang absolutely hates harming his own kind no matter where their allegiances lie, cringing every time he beats someone in a duel because he regrets that tensions rose to the point of violence. On no accounts is he a sadist and, whilst Völfgang is prone to issues with his anger and sometimes has violent outbursts, he has never hurt his own family in his rage.

Deceptively calm, the Werewolf may seem angry because of his features but he is really quite calm and composed to make sure he doesn't make any wrong moves. Völfgang is loyal to a fault to his relations, friends and pack. He will always take a bullet instead of his pack, falling into injury instead of the lowest Omega.

Whether the bullet be steel, silver, social or emotional, Völfgang will try and heap them upon his already over-laiden back.

History;;
From his birth, everyone thought that Völfgang was going to be the King. He was strong, healthy, intelligent and above all, the Eldest. The CrimsonMane family had been Kings for generations upon generations and they had always ruled with an iron fist. Fortunately, the CrimsonMane's were smart and they made sure that no one tried to overthrow them by being generous to those in need.

Völfgang was schooled by his various female relatives, usually his own mother, to write and read. He was also taught language and how to pronounce words correctly and so on and so on. After that, Völfgang was given over with his brothers to the adult male members of their family and pack, being taught how to kill, how to hunt and also how to kill Vampires as well as Hunters.

Bright-eyed, the younger Völfgang was much different to his adult counterpart in personality as well as physical features. For instance, back then, the Werewolf was a careful listener as well as a face that was always smiling whereas now a permanent scowl is plastered upon his face. Two major things happened to bring about this change of character.

The first thing that happened was a terrible thing to happen to a Werewolf let alone the pack. Völfgang was 23 years of age at this point and was still friendly to all and helpful, whilst also being very calm and stable. He was out on a hunt with his friends and a few of the 13yr olds who were on their first hunt and running ahead, despite being told to stay with the older ones.

"Get back here!" Völfgang growled at the quickly dissapearing figures of the pups. The snow crunched under his clawed hands and feet as he ran at a pace equivalent to a jog for Werewolves through the dense woods. There was a cool atmosphere and Völfgang like those days, so he wasn't going to get angry at the pup's playful running.

"Kids eh?" Said Völf's brother beside him
"Yes, well I can remember not too long ago that you and I would do that, run ahead. We don't need to worry, we'll find them" came Völf's reply with a smile in his voice. No sooner than he had spoken, Völf heard a horrified scream from one of the pups and multiple of them yelping in distress.

Instantly, both of the adult Werewolves put on the pace and sped towards the sounds, Völf with a look of fierce determination on his muzzle. The scene that met his eyes was a Hunter, stuffing the pups into cages, with an adult Werewolf by his side. 'Pet' thought Völfgang with enough mental venom that he could have meant 'childkiller'

The very definition of wrath and anger, Völfgang rose from the bushes and tackled the Hunter to the ground, leaving his brother to deal with the pet. Opening his jaw wide, Völfgang pinned the Hunte to the ground, lowered his head, bit down, and ripped his head back up, blood spewing from the Hunter's throat. Muzzle now covered in blood, Völfgang turned around to face the pet.

Launching himself a second time, Völfgang saved his brother from death and bit into the pet's leg, tearing off a chunk so that it couldn't run away. A pained howl went up from the pet just as the rest of the hunting pack arrived over the ledge. The crippled pet tried to back away from the pack but it couldn't move properly. It simply lay down and waited.

Völfgang immediately turned around and snarled wih sub ferocity at the ret of the pack that was drawing closer and closer that they backed away. "No! I alone will bear the shame of killing another of us!" He snarled before turning around, looking into the pet's eyes, and killing it.

After that day, Völfgang was never the same and became what he is now.

Kin;;

Mate: Open for someone or she will just be an NPC
Father: Deceased
Mother: Deceased
Brother: Alive (Open)
Sister: Alive (Open)
Brother: Deceased
Daughter: Alive (Open)

Likes;;
•Hunting
•Weaving
•Playing with pups
• Debating

Dislikes;;
• Unnecessary violence
• Arrogance
• Vampires
• Hunters

Talents;;
• Is an excellent linguist, always good at calming people or reaching a mutually beneficent agreement
• A good fighter as well as tracker

Strengths;;
• Is a natural leader
• Fighting
• Talking

Weakness;;
• A little too loyal
• Dislikes violence
• Hates pack to be harmed[/fancypost]

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Turn ons;;
• Blue eyes
• Tolerant personality
• Blonde hair

Turn offs;;
• Arogance
• Smooth skin
• Weakness

Crush;;
"Excuse me! I have a mate!"

Boyfriend/Girlfriend;;
"When I say 'Mate' I mean it, not just 'Girlfriend"

Spouse;;
"Are you deaf as well as blind?"[/fancypost]

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Username;;
[color=peachpuff]eaglehood

Screen-Name;;
[color=peachpuff]Eaglehood

Activity Level;;
[color=peachpuffat least one post a day and usually not more than that[/color]

Muse Level;;
[color=peachpuff]I generally do 5-9 paragraphs

Other;;
[color=peachpuff]Not really much, other than I'm going through a difficult stage so I might just suddenly leave without saying anything, but I promise I'll be back. Also sorry I didn't provide an image but my iPod can't do images unfortunately so I tried to do a good written description[/fancypost]