Post by Diablo on Dec 18, 2006 18:54:36 GMT -5
Name: Diablo
Gender: Male
Age: 5 winters
Rank: Leader of Rogues
Mate: None
Pups: None
Description: He is a huge wolf. His frame is matched by almost none. His paws are big, steady to hold him up. His tail is long, and he seems to have horns.(If ok?) He has two golden earrings, and a necklace with a tooth at the end. The rest of his body is dark brown. His eyes are also a white, making it frightening to see him in the shadows or dark
History: Most important part in history: Diablo exploded at his father's touch. For him, it was the last straw. He was pushed around for too long, this time, he, would pay. Diablo let out an earth-trembling hiss, as his eyes rolled back to the other side of his head. He was heavily breathing, as he targeted his father. With every once of muscle, he pounced to his father. He sunk his fangs into his father shoulder, as he slowly fell. Diablo backed up, and waited for him to get up, and when he did, he collided with him, sending him into a tree. A grin appeared on Diablo's face, as he approached he pathetic father. "What's it like now?" He asked, chuckling at the old wolf. The father arose, and lunged at his son, sinking his fangs into his shoulder. Diablo shook him off, than looked at the blood flowing out of his arm. He laughed menically, as he did his final blow. He father sunk to his knees, then layed there still, cold, dead. Diablo turned to his grief strucking mother, and disposed of her too. He couldn't stop, he attacked everyone in sight, until no one but him, was standing. He hissed at all of the bodies, then walked of his territory, thirsting for more blood.
Personality:Diablo is the silent type, though he is not shy, he just doesn't talk. Just from his name, Diablo, you can imagine what he is like. He is cruel, cold-hearted, obnoxious, mean, and could be the last thing you see. But as the saying goes: His heart can only be free by achieving a greater, higher love. But will it happen?
Friends: None right now.
Enemies: None, right now.
Admires: Blood, Fights, Deaths
Fears: He fears nothing, not even death.
Picture(opt.): Sig
Gender: Male
Age: 5 winters
Rank: Leader of Rogues
Mate: None
Pups: None
Description: He is a huge wolf. His frame is matched by almost none. His paws are big, steady to hold him up. His tail is long, and he seems to have horns.(If ok?) He has two golden earrings, and a necklace with a tooth at the end. The rest of his body is dark brown. His eyes are also a white, making it frightening to see him in the shadows or dark
History: Most important part in history: Diablo exploded at his father's touch. For him, it was the last straw. He was pushed around for too long, this time, he, would pay. Diablo let out an earth-trembling hiss, as his eyes rolled back to the other side of his head. He was heavily breathing, as he targeted his father. With every once of muscle, he pounced to his father. He sunk his fangs into his father shoulder, as he slowly fell. Diablo backed up, and waited for him to get up, and when he did, he collided with him, sending him into a tree. A grin appeared on Diablo's face, as he approached he pathetic father. "What's it like now?" He asked, chuckling at the old wolf. The father arose, and lunged at his son, sinking his fangs into his shoulder. Diablo shook him off, than looked at the blood flowing out of his arm. He laughed menically, as he did his final blow. He father sunk to his knees, then layed there still, cold, dead. Diablo turned to his grief strucking mother, and disposed of her too. He couldn't stop, he attacked everyone in sight, until no one but him, was standing. He hissed at all of the bodies, then walked of his territory, thirsting for more blood.
Personality:Diablo is the silent type, though he is not shy, he just doesn't talk. Just from his name, Diablo, you can imagine what he is like. He is cruel, cold-hearted, obnoxious, mean, and could be the last thing you see. But as the saying goes: His heart can only be free by achieving a greater, higher love. But will it happen?
Friends: None right now.
Enemies: None, right now.
Admires: Blood, Fights, Deaths
Fears: He fears nothing, not even death.
Picture(opt.): Sig
