Night the wolfy.

Name: Night
Gender: Male
Dog/Wolf: Wolf
Rank: Loner

Appearance: He has owvergrown claws.
Personality: Selfish, rude annoying and arrogant, Night is just your typical loner, caring only for number 1. True to nature though, he won't abandon a pup in trouble. He despises dogs, thinking them human toys that have betrayed nature, but loaths humans even more.
History: Night's mother and siblings where killed by a bear, and he lived with his father in his grandfather's pack, until humans came and huntied the pack to extinction. His father survived, running away with his pup in his mouth. The found a great, powerfull looking wolf who forced them to join their pack. Seeing the danger that they where in, Leo and Night tried to escape, but Tiroska, the pack's alpha hunted them down, murdering his father. Night then ran away, becoming a loner and teaching everything to himself, learning the ways of the wild. He was captured by humans and forced to fight dogs, bears, lynxes, even ther wolves at times. That was where he cot the anklets. One evening, Night escaped, dragging the chain that held him with him, having bared it ever since.

Roleplay Sample: The black wolf entered the ring, looking around for his opponent. He was the undeafeated champion,having beaten every mangy mutt that entered the ring. He cocked his ears forward, snarling at the cheering humans. He froze and he heared a great snarl, barly being able to turn. A mountain lion. He turned, staring at it, looking for a weak spot. Without warning he lurgched forwards, snapping at its heels. The lion roared in anger and clawed his face, sending him flying. He growled and ran forward again, ignoring the sting on the side of his face. It fought using its claws and fangs by the size of them. He turned and saw some human sacks, piled in the corner of the ring for some reason. He lifted his head and began to mock his opponent, luring it closer and closer to the sacks. Once they where close, he turned and scrambled up them, puncing on the creature's neck from above, closing his fangs around its neck, scrabbling at it's back. The lion faltered and fell, defeated though not dead. Night threw back his head and howled, his voice echoing across the room. The humans thought it was a victory cry, but to any animal it was plain what he was saying. Save me.


NIGHT HAS BEEN TAKEN OVER BY THE DEATH GOD. HE HAS BEEN IN HIM FOR 800 YEARS. =3

ISH HE APPRAVED YET? DX

OHYAH SORRY Dx

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