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Name: Reaper

Gender: Male

Age: 8 years old

Rank: Elder

Appearance:
Standing at 95 cm from paw to shoulder, he is a size able wolf. He weighs 150 lbs. Since he has the mixed genes of a Timber wolf (from his father) and Eurasian wolf (from his mother), he shares the coat thickness of Timber wolves, and his coloring mimics a Eurasian. Like his father, he has bright emerald colored eyes. His body is lined with muscles, thick and strong. His coat is long and thick, allowing him to be protected from the harsh winters all year long, if they stayed that way. His paws are large, and heavy, leaving thick imprints in the snow as he walks through it. His tail is of average length, and very thick. When he walks, he walks with conviction in each step. He has a purpose for where he goes.

Personality:
Reaper is aggressive and non-trusting towards others. He does not care for manners or the sort. He thinks he is above females and knows in his heart that he is. No female would be able to tear him down and he knows it. He was raised to think that way, and follows after the "code" his family created. He is confident in himself, and will be extremely cocky when he feels it necessary. If you doubt him, he will make you regret it. He will prove to be the best at whatever he puts his mind to.

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History:
This wolf's journey begins in the womb. His mother was a beautiful fae, prized by many of the wolves in the pack, coveted and fought over. Many wolves lost fur, blood, and flesh to be with her, to breed her heritage. But only one wolf caught her eye. His name was Vladimir. He was the Beta's first born son and best fighter in the litter. The fae watched their practices, their fighting. She enjoyed every bit of it, watching the excitement of it all. But the male was shy, which was unique for his family. The Beta's young were all feisty, ready to take what was theirs, to kill before asking, and to act as they ran the pack. The fae was the daughter of the Alpha, and her father wished for her to breed and become mates with Vladimir's younger brother, Mordan. Mordan was a great fighter and he was stunning. His coat was not black as night, but a more russet color like his mother before him. Vladimir had an onyx coat. In the dark of night, he would be almost invisible to the eye.

When mating season had come, the fae fought off many males by herself. Vladimir was still very shy, afraid to approach her. It was not until she came to him within the dead of night. She crawled into his chamber, allowing him to have her completely. Weeks passed and the great Alpha of the pack grew ill. Other members of the pack started to die off and so the Beta male became Alpha male. With his first decree, the wolves were forced to move from their lands, in search of something better, running form this illness that was taking lives left and right. When they finally found a suitable home, they made camp. Only now Vladimir was very close and protective of his fae. He was honored and given the rank of Beta, told he would be next rule. Eventually the fae gave birth to four pups.

Reaper and Teren were the largest of the litter. They were always competing with one another, fighting and pushing each other to the limit. Caspian was much like Teren, he was completely black, but his eyes were silver. Females in the pack liked that about him and he wasn't so aggressive with everything. The other brothers seemed even lees aggressive than the two leading males. One night while the two males were competing under the full moon, they were discovered by their brother, Thatcher. He was so concerned for them that he tried to break up their brawl. But in his efforts to stop them, he was killed by his brothers. It had been a complete accident, but as Teren was the stronger of the two, he threatened Reaper that if he spoke of this to anyone, he would take his life. Now the two brothers were bound by a secret. When the time finally came for the boys to be chosen as Alpha, Teren was picked and honestly, Reaper could care less. Everything seemed to be going smoothly within the pack. That is, until a female who Teren had shown a great interest in, cheated on him after their three years together. It sent Teren into a frenzy and in that cold winter night, he killed his mate and her secret lover.

That night everything for the pack changed. Teren became a mess of a ruler, he changed their rules and laws. He forced all the young faes to be killed and their mothers as well. No longer would a male wolf be allowed to love. They were told to steal wolves within the night and so they did. For years they did this, until one fae was added to their numbers. She was a special one, and Teren took a great interest in her. Especially once she birthed a pup who looked just like him, only he had the silver eyes of his mother. Teren became obsessed with the pup, while the other brothers went as they did. As the pup grew, so did the interest in him. He ended up killing his four brothers and sisters. He was strong and it was obvious Teren loved him more than any wolf in the pack, even more than his for sure own blood.

Years later the black wolf named Azrael released a trapped fae and ran away with her. Teren forced the pack to search for him, but instead of following the orders of the crazed Alpha and brother, he decided to leave his pack, looking for a new life.

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Name: Lyonitus

Gender: Male

Age: 8 Years

Rank: Elder

Appearance:
Standing at 91 cm from paw to shoulder, he is a size able wolf. He weighs 130 lbs. Since he has the mixed genes of a Timber wolf (from his father) and Eurasian wolf (from his mother), he shares the coat thickness of Timber wolves, and his coloring mimics a Eurasian. Different from his siblings, he has heterochromia. His left eye is a silver-brown blend and his right eye mimics the color of his father's. His body is lined with muscles, thick and strong. His coat is long and thick, allowing him to be protected from the harsh winters all year long, if they stayed that way. His paws are large, and heavy, leaving thick imprints in the snow as he walks through it. His tail is of average length, and very thick. When he walks, he walks with conviction in each step. He has a purpose for where he goes.

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History:
This wolf's journey begins in the womb. His mother was a beautiful fae, prized by many of the wolves in the pack, coveted and fought over. Many wolves lost fur, blood, and flesh to be with her, to breed her heritage. But only one wolf caught her eye. His name was Vladimir. He was the Beta's first born son and best fighter in the litter. The fae watched their practices, their fighting. She enjoyed every bit of it, watching the excitement of it all. But the male was shy, which was unique for his family. The Beta's young were all feisty, ready to take what was theirs, to kill before asking, and to act as they ran the pack. The fae was the daughter of the Alpha, and her father wished for her to breed and become mates with Vladimir's younger brother, Mordan. Mordan was a great fighter and he was stunning. His coat was not black as night, but a more russet color like his mother before him. Vladimir had an onyx coat. In the dark of night, he would be almost invisible to the eye.

When mating season had come, the fae fought off many males by herself. Vladimir was still very shy, afraid to approach her. It was not until she came to him within the dead of night. She crawled into his chamber, allowing him to have her completely. Weeks passed and the great Alpha of the pack grew ill. Other members of the pack started to die off and so the Beta male became Alpha male. With his first decree, the wolves were forced to move from their lands, in search of something better, running form this illness that was taking lives left and right. When they finally found a suitable home, they made camp. Only now Vladimir was very close and protective of his fae. He was honored and given the rank of Beta, told he would be next rule. Eventually the fae gave birth to four pups.

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Name: Baritos

Gender: Male

Age: 8 Years

Rank: Elder

Appearance:
Standing at 91 cm from paw to shoulder, he is a size able wolf. He weighs 130 lbs. He shares the black color of both his brothers, Teren and Caspian. His coat is thick as all the other brothers, but he is very different from the others. He has browns and greys blended in his coat. His eyes share the silver coloring of his mothers, light and gorgeous. His body is lined with muscles, thick and strong. His coat is long and thick, allowing him to be protected from the harsh winters all year long, if they stayed that way. His paws are large, and heavy, leaving thick imprints in the snow as he walks through it. His tail is of average length, and very thick. When he walks, he walks with conviction in each step. He has a purpose for where he goes.

Personality:
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History:
  This wolf's journey begins in the womb. His mother was a beautiful fae, prized by many of the wolves in the pack, coveted and fought over. Many wolves lost fur, blood, and flesh to be with her, to breed her heritage. But only one wolf caught her eye. His name was Vladimir. He was the Beta's first born son and best fighter in the litter. The fae watched their practices, their fighting. She enjoyed every bit of it, watching the excitement of it all. But the male was shy, which was unique for his family. The Beta's young were all feisty, ready to take what was theirs, to kill before asking, and to act as they ran the pack. The fae was the daughter of the Alpha, and her father wished for her to breed and become mates with Vladimir's younger brother, Mordan. Mordan was a great fighter and he was stunning. His coat was not black as night, but a more russet color like his mother before him. Vladimir had an onyx coat. In the dark of night, he would be almost invisible to the eye.

When mating season had come, the fae fought off many males by herself. Vladimir was still very shy, afraid to approach her. It was not until she came to him within the dead of night. She crawled into his chamber, allowing him to have her completely. Weeks passed and the great Alpha of the pack grew ill. Other members of the pack started to die off and so the Beta male became Alpha male. With his first decree, the wolves were forced to move from their lands, in search of something better, running form this illness that was taking lives left and right. When they finally found a suitable home, they made camp. Only now Vladimir was very close and protective of his fae. He was honored and given the rank of Beta, told he would be next rule. Eventually the fae gave birth to four pups.

Name: Lyonitus

Gender: Male

Age: 8 Years

Rank: Elder

Appearance:
Standing at 91 cm from paw to shoulder, he is a size able wolf. He weighs 130 lbs. Since he has the mixed genes of a Timber wolf (from his father) and Eurasian wolf (from his mother), he shares the coat thickness of Timber wolves, and his coloring mimics a Eurasian. Different from his siblings, he has heterochromia. His left eye is a silver-brown blend and his right eye mimics the color of his father's. His body is lined with muscles, thick and strong. His coat is long and thick, allowing him to be protected from the harsh winters all year long, if they stayed that way. His paws are large, and heavy, leaving thick imprints in the snow as he walks through it. His tail is of average length, and very thick. When he walks, he walks with conviction in each step. He has a purpose for where he goes.

Personality:
Above all and before most, Lyonitus is a brute of completion. No task of his, given or taken, will remain unfinished. Each one is worked through as quickly and efficiently as possible. And if the task is something he cannot succeed in, he will know from the start.  That is because he never acts without thinking, like most wolves with a good common sense. He always scans things through and only puts his time in on it if it is worth something, if not he turns his back and leaves it. It would be a shame if he wasted his precious moments on something so petty or a situation that is a failure. However, getting Lyonitus to do something is the hard part. Strong willed and stubborn the brute is never easily convinced. It takes effort to get him to do something that you want him to do, favor wise that is. He is open to deals and his odd trait of honesty lures others into his trap. Never once has he told a lie or stretched the truth. Every word is, as exactly is it happened, no more, no less. But be careful, his generosity is not that great. He must be offered something in turn to do the favor or task, and sometimes that could cost you something extreme. With his deals there is always a catch, and a loophole that allows him to slip through, but still hold true to his promise. If one parts, even a small one, of the deal is broken by the opposing party, their head could be separated from their shoulders in a matter of minutes. He does not take well to disrespect either, he may never have been an Alpha, but he knows what he is worth and will accept no less. One last bit of advice before you speak to the old brute; never give him advice. He despises it, loathes it. And if it was unasked for, he will snap at you in a matter of seconds.  

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This wolf's journey begins in the womb. His mother was a beautiful fae, prized by many of the wolves in the pack, coveted and fought over. Many wolves lost fur, blood, and flesh to be with her, to breed her heritage. But only one wolf caught her eye. His name was Vladimir. He was the Beta's first born son and best fighter in the litter. The fae watched their practices, their fighting. She enjoyed every bit of it, watching the excitement of it all. But the male was shy, which was unique for his family. The Beta's young were all feisty, ready to take what was theirs, to kill before asking, and to act as they ran the pack. The fae was the daughter of the Alpha, and her father wished for her to breed and become mates with Vladimir's younger brother, Mordan. Mordan was a great fighter and he was stunning. His coat was not black as night, but a more russet color like his mother before him. Vladimir had an onyx coat. In the dark of night, he would be almost invisible to the eye.

When mating season had come, the fae fought off many males by herself. Vladimir was still very shy, afraid to approach her. It was not until she came to him within the dead of night. She crawled into his chamber, allowing him to have her completely. Weeks passed and the great Alpha of the pack grew ill. Other members of the pack started to die off and so the Beta male became Alpha male. With his first decree, the wolves were forced to move from their lands, in search of something better, running form this illness that was taking lives left and right. When they finally found a suitable home, they made camp. Only now Vladimir was very close and protective of his fae. He was honored and given the rank of Beta, told he would be next rule. Eventually the fae gave birth to four pups.. One of them was the unique eyed Lyonitus.

As he and his brothers grew they competed for the title of their father’s. They trained hard and long in order to prove their worth of leading the pack that they were born into. But as a year or so went by, some grew stronger and larger than some of the other brutes. None of them however were puny compared to the others. Each was very sizeable wolves and powerful opponents, valuable members to the pack, Alpha or not. And by the end of their father’s lifetime, the now adult males were to find who would take over. To his dismay it was not he, and disappointing was the only word that Lyonitus could describe loosing the competition as. Instead the Ranking was given to his brother Teren, a powerful looking brute with green eyes and a dark black pelt with hints of grey. Not only that, but his personality had shown that he would be a great leader for their home. And as long as his brother stood, the bi-color-eyed wolf would stand by his side.

When Vladimir took his final breath, sadness was washed over the wolves that had respected and followed him. A ceremony was held in his honor as they all bid him farewell. And it was then when his brother had found the love of his life. He had courted her for months and as Lyonitus watched them together, he knew what his brother had been true. And it very might have been exactly what he wanted, but none of the females here seemed interesting to him. So he stayed behind the scenes, working hard as he always did, and supporting his brothers in their actions. But that was until he picked up on trouble arising.

When the first litter of Teren and his bride’s pups were born, there were no males. They were all she-wolves, a gender that was not supposed to be able to succeed their fathers. So in their customs, Teren’s anger and frustration were understood by some of the pack members. However, he was unable to see how the occurrence of his daughters was out of the fae that he had given his seed too control. And as the next winter and spring seasons rolled around the pair had prayed to be blessed with a son. But their pleas were left unanswered as two more vixens came along, and that forced his Alpha of a brother into a state of rage.

This was when things became chaotic. The Alphess was forced to live away from her mate. A separate den and different quarters, it was strange. Of course, Teren still loved her, or somewhat did. Anyone with working eyes could have seen. Well, everyone except for the bitch who changed the pack’s life. Another winter rolled around and Teren whom was willing to try yet again went to find his beloved mounted by another. Out of rage and heartbreak the now cold brute had murdered them both. The noise had alerted the pack and although they wished to help the owners of the screams, none dared defy their Alpha. Lyonidus himself had stayed away, but the blood that was on the brute’s chest when he addressed the pack explained what had happened enough. And after that moment everything changed. Female screams and cries filled the area as their male pack-mates killed them. Their blood painting the ground crimson and leaving the mixed brown brute’s fur matted, red, and sticky. As he licked the blood of his jaws he did not find it appealing in taste. But he had enjoyed the thrill of the kill.

Their terrorization didn’t end there. No, they stole, pillaged, and raped many other she-wolves. First Teren would get his rounds, and the rest would follow. As they bore more children so the pack could survive they were killed, the same routine over and over again. Lyonitus had done plenty of raids before, escorted and chose the unfortunate vixens as well. They always found him a bit more comforting than the others, and often asked him of his thoughts of the situation. Truth was he didn’t mind the killing or the taking. But he did feel empathy for the young maidens for they would never know the beauty of true love. But the thing was to the brutes was that it didn’t exist. Or at least to him, it did not. Watching his brother rise and fall was proof enough that nothing gold can stay. So he never flirted with them. But what he did do was talk, make it seem less bad than it was, then be the last to mount them before they were done with.

However, one night things didn’t go as planned. As he was attending on another raid, disaster struck. It was just before the winter season and in the dead of night too, no wolf was making a sound. They moved quickly and silently, the sooner they get their supplies the better things at home would be. That was told to everyone so they wouldn’t complain or think too much about what they were doing to realize how wrong it was. But as they were nearly three quarters of the way there they came across a fast moving river with churning currents. The only way to cross was over a rather unstable log that rested about a foot above the water line. Being the largest he went last, letting the more nimble wolves cross before he himself did. But when he reached the halfway point of the crossing, the branch gave way. Only a split second was given for him to take a gulp of air before he disappeared beneath the waves. The shouts of his pack-mates fading to nothing with the sound of water roaring in his ears as rocks beat up his sides until he was able to resurface, his lungs gasping for air. There was no way out of the water, and it took a lot of effort to keep his head out of the river. He knew nothing around him as the stream carried him on, slowly coming to a peaceful drift. And that was when he swam to shore, his legs collapsing as soon as he came in contact of the dry dirt of the bank. His eyes shutting on their own accord in exhaustion as his chest and stomach heaved with each heavy breath he drew and exhaled.

When he woke, the sun was shining and his pelt dry. He was in the middle of nowhere and the only way he could find his way home was to follow the river upstream. But what would his brothers think? His pack-mates? He might as well be a failure in their eyes now. He had failed a task that he had carried out many times before, why did that happen now? Those that had been on the raid with him most likely reported him as dead. He did not know exactly how things would turn out, but what Lyonidus did know was that he was not going to return. If he found his brothers again somewhere else, so be it. But he wouldn’t go looking for them, not now anyway. And so he lifted himself onto his feet, and food being the thing he needed the most, set out to go find a meal.

For years he wandered around. Never settling down, but occasionally travelling with other groups. He never told them of his past, just said it was terrible and he did not want to talk about it. Which was honest, in most wolves’ eyes it was a traumatizing thing. And there were many benefits to travelling with others. But his jaws never remained clean. They grasped many lives as he wandered around, and for various reasons, just and unjust. He never raped again however, there was no appeal in it to him anymore. He wasn’t desperate to pass on his genes, nor was he just going to do it to create numbers. So he simply did not do it and stuck to killing. And that was how it went. Uneventful, yes, but he also learned things he wouldn’t have had he stayed home. He learned how to read people, how to tell a lie from the truth. And that was very valuable to him, honesty that is. He always saw it as a prime trait in himself and has never told a lie, and the day that he does will be the day he dies. So when he came across others and they exchanged rumors and stories as they walked he learned things from the outside world. How large packs were both rising and falling. But there was one story that stood out to him; a tyrant of a leader had taken over another pack. He had once seemed fair and just but as time went on he became more harsh and cruel. It interested him, and it sounded a bit like how his brother became. Good to bad, only this one went from bad to worse.

Wanting to check it out for himself, he asked the informant in which direction he could head in order to figure out more. If it happened to be Teren he had a strong feeling that at least one of his other brothers would be there. But he couldn’t be sure. So then he changed direction and set foot out to head to the lands of Age, to find out more about this Alpha who ruled the pack of Erenyx.

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His large tan paw came crashing down atop the other brute’s head. He had him pinned before him, just as he wanted it. The puny little mutt was whimpering, squirming beneath him. But his cries were muffled as his jaws were pressed into the ground. The prey had run straight into him, his head looking over his shoulder as if to make sure that the beast was not following. The idiot thought he could get away with his lies and after he had refused to complete his end of the deal. He was very, very wrong however. As a matter of fact, his punishment would be twice as harsh as it would have been if he decided to stay put and confess. But now he had just made it harder for himself, which means more fun for the beast. A low sinister chuckle came from the depths of Lyonidus’ jaws, his slowly yellowing teeth gleaming in the sunlight. “You thought you got away, didn’t you? Running will do you no good when you’re going in the wrong direction. Consider that a lesson from me, a free one.” He removed his massive paw from the dark, almost black, brown male’s head, allowing him to breath as the large male walked around him in a circle. His head moved with his eyes as they scanned him up and down, trying to decide what to do with him. He was not worth killing, no this occasion was too petty for that. But a few good injuries that would leave terrible scars wouldn’t be so bad either. “What to do with you? What to do… I could remove an ear, an eye, or maybe perhaps your tail? I can’t decide, what do you think I should do? It is after all, your body.” He silenced his voice, his ears perked and his eyes telling that he wanted an answer. But he got none, just stuttered words that sounded along the lines of, “’I couldn’t do it!’” or some lousy excuse like that. The large lighter brown pelted male just snarled in response, his jaws snapping at the brute’s face. It was a lie, what the brute had said was a lie. He could have done it, it wasn’t even a hard task to do. But he had held it off until it was a moment that wouldn’t have worked. It was his own fault in not doing what he needed to do at the specific timing, not because the situation was difficult. There had been quite a few… messy situations in the group that he had been travelling with for a few weeks. A few members reported dead, and appearing to have been eaten. Most of them, if not all, were female as well. Lyonidus and the runaway of a wolf here had made a deal: He himself you have found whom or what was responsible, and then the darker pelted rouge would have done the dirty work and disposed of him. But he hadn’t done that. The Alpha’s son had done his part of the deal, and now the other was backing out. “All my hard work for nothing… It wasn’t even that hard all you had to do was kill him. Then you and the rest of your gang could have been happy and we wouldn’t be in this situation.” His voice was a low growl as he came to a stop near the other male’s rear, an amused smirk coming across his features. “Since you decided to run, rather than do you end of the bargain or coming to me and speaking honestly about it, I think I will start with the tail.” Opening his jaws he clamped down hard on the middle of the runner’s tail, his head lashing violently to the right, away from his rear. A loud sharp cry of pain was sounded and then movement came from the opposing party. His movements made it worse, only aiding in ripping off most of his banner. He’d let him go after this, no need to keep him here anymore. With a few last harsh tugs and thrashes, the limp detached a little more than halfway up from where the tip of his tail would be. Dropping the punishment onto the dusty ground he watched as the poor thing scrambled away. Rather awkwardly as well to add on the picture of it. He chuckled softly and harshly murmured, “I sure do hope you learned your lesson, brute.”

Name: Reaper

Gender: Male

Age: 8 Years

Rank: Elder

Appearance:
Standing at 95 cm from paw to shoulder, he is a sizeable wolf. He weighs 150 lbs. Since he has the mixed genes of a Timber wolf (from his father) and Eurasian wolf (from his mother), he shares the coat thickness of Timber wolves, and his coloring mimics a Eurasian. Like his father, he has bright emerald colored eyes. His body is lined with muscles, thick and strong. His coat is long and thick, allowing him to be protected from the harsh winters all year long, if they stayed that way. His paws are large, and heavy, leaving thick imprints in the snow as he walks through it. His tail is of average length, and very thick. When he walks, he walks with conviction in each step. He has a purpose for where he goes.

Personality:
Reaper is aggressive and non-trusting towards others. He does not care for manners or the sort. He thinks he is above females and knows in his heart that he is. No female would be able to tear him down and he knows it. He was raised to think that way, and follows after the "code" his family created. He is confident in himself, and will be extremely cocky when he feels it necessary. If you doubt him, he will make you regret it. He will prove to be the best at whatever he puts his mind to.


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This wolf's journey begins in the womb. His mother was a beautiful fae, prized by many of the wolves in the pack, coveted and fought over. Many wolves lost fur, blood, and flesh to be with her, to breed her heritage. But only one wolf caught her eye. His name was Vladimir. He was the Beta's first born son and best fighter in the litter. The fae watched their practices, their fighting. She enjoyed every bit of it, watching the excitement of it all. But the male was shy, which was unique for his family. The Beta's young were all feisty, ready to take what was theirs, to kill before asking, and to act as they ran the pack. The fae was the daughter of the Alpha, and her father wished for her to breed and become mates with Vladimir's younger brother, Mordan. Mordan was a great fighter and he was stunning. His coat was not black as night, but a more russet color like his mother before him. Vladimir had an onyx coat. In the dark of night, he would be almost invisible to the eye. When mating season had come, the fae fought off many males by herself. Vladimir was still very shy, afraid to approach her. It was not until she came to him within the dead of night. She crawled into his chamber, allowing him to have her completely. Weeks passed and the great Alpha of the pack grew ill. Other members of the pack started to die off and so the Beta male became Alpha male. With his first decree, the wolves were forced to move from their lands, in search of something better, running from this illness that was taking lives left and right. When they finally found a suitable home, they made camp. Only now Vladimir was very close and protective of his fae. He was honored and given the rank of Beta, told he would be next to rule. Eventually the fae face birth to four pups.

Reaper was the outcome of such. Joined by Teren, the two were the largest of the litter. Something that made things interesting. They were always competing with one another, fighting and pushing each other the the limit. Caspian was much like Teren, completely black, but his eyes were silver. Females in the pack liked that about him and he wasn't so aggressive with everything. The other brothers seemed even less aggressive than the two leading males. One night while the two males sparred underneath the full moon, they were discovered by their brother, Thatcher. He was so concerned for them they he tried to break up their brawl. But, things escalated quickly and in his efforts to put an end to the fight, he was murdered by the siblings. It had been a complete accident, but as Teren was the stronger of the two, he threatened Reaper that if he spoke of this to anyone, he would take his life. Something the male didn't pay much mind too, however he wished for none to know as well. Now the two brothers were bounded by a secret. When the time finally came for the boys to be chosen as Alpha, Teren was picked and honestly, Reaper couldn't have cared any less. He didn't mind. Everything seemed to be going smoothly within the pack. That is, until a female who Teren had shown a great interest in, cheated on him after their three years together. It sent his brother into a frenzy and in that cold winter night, he killed his name and her secret lover. That night everything for the pack changed and while Teren became a mess of a ruler, changing their rules and laws. A switch that had been on its edge finally fell in Reaper's mind as things in the pack darkened. Forced with the rest of the pack to kill all the young faes and their mother's, no longer would a male wolf be allowed to love. They were told to steal wolves within the night and so they did. No complaint coming from Reaper as he obeyed eagerly. For years they did this, until one fae was added to their numbers. She was a special one it seemed as Teren took great interest in her. Especially once she birthed a pup who looked just like Teren, only he had the silver eyes of his mother. The coaled colored male became obsessed with the pup, while Reaper and the others went as they did. As the pup grew, so did the interest in him. He ended up killing his four brothers and sisters. Strong, it was obvious Teren loved him more than any wolf in the pack, even more than his own blood. Reaper put no anger to the pup, rather Teren's attention be on him than himself as the brute would cause his havoc. Only a few years later, the black wolf named Azrael released a trapped fae and ran away with her. Teren ordered the pack to search, but instead of following his crazed Alpha and brother, Reaper got bored with the routine and decided to leave looking for a new life.

Venturing as a rogue, the male took the ways of such as he fully let loose into who he was becoming. A nomad, always on the move and never settled Reaper was thriving out on his own. Leaving destruction and ruin wherever he stepped, the brute took lives when the opportunity had risen, killing for the fun of it whether it be actual food or some of his own kind. The male had no mind at all. Crazed and loving the fact that he was, it was his insanity that always pushed him more. To kill. To taste the blood of his victims. Anything of value went into his stomach: cannibalistic did the brute turn. But never did he lose the ways of his family's morals, always thinking himself as better than everyone else. Traveling now for a year or so, the brute made his way upon a pack by the name Erviti. They welcomed him into their group, courteous yet cautious. It was smart. To be unsure of his intentions, but it was not him the pack should have been worried about. Meeting some faes, Janylsté and Evaneska, it was clear to him these where no ordinary females. Reaper could see it in their eyes the merciless emotion of a killer. It took some time, many weeks actually but eventually the brute had grown to know the faes as a great ally rather than pests like he knew others of their gender were. It was around this time Reaper had earned himself the chance to meet their apprentice Kol and join the wicked ones in their schemes. Not one to disagree, the male joined the three and immediately began to work. It was his position to stall the Alpha male Xenos, to befriend the victim with fake smiles and loyalty as the three killed off members of the pack when they could. That part was his idea. All the while he did this, making the Alpha trust and look to him for advice, did another part be taken into effect. Evaneska, swooning and manipulating the male - she let him have her constantly, pulling and tugging on his heart as her companion would do the same. Seducing Xenos into a feeling of security and opening himself to the pitiful love. Like a twig, everything snapped and in the late darkness of night did Reaper put on a finale. The wind was howling, trashing around the leaves and shrubs if vegetation as it carried dirt and other particles around to different locations. Blowing hard, the continuous noise of crashing bolts in the sky joined by the roaring sound of thunder, anything else was impossible to hear. As the Alpha male would have his way with Janlysté, she would serve as a distraction as the other three finished off whatever was left of the pack in the storm. Using the coverage to sneak up and take one after the other out, the growls and painful shrieks unheard each time. How wonderful it had been.

To watch the fear strike each of his victims eyes at the knowledge of their death; Rich blood staining the brutes wet coat as the sky cried for all who were dying. The brute loved it. Craved and savored each moment until there were no more to be seen. Evaneska, blood dripping from her throat that was not her own, would rush to see Xenos claiming an emergency. It was then, hidden did Reaper strike and not a second after did the faes and Kol join the game. Pulling and ripping apart flesh and fur to release the inside fluids so it may pour and be free. Agony is how Xenos died, and in no remorse did the four began feasting on his corpse. Washing up the next morning, the group went off and it was then Reaper had learned of the meaning behind the activity. It was a game. Seduce, Slaughter, leave and repeat. Making it south towards the Kontos Pack, the mission would start right as they stepped over the border, the faes seducing the Alpha Zetes with their looks and double meaning flirts as Reaper and Kol would become the best-friend to know of pack information, at the same time gaining the attention of the Alpha female Adaline. The process was not entirely the same as before with two leading wolves, but with each soul he claimed from the pack, the male fit right in with the trio. Their psychotic nature feeding itself to the one Reaper already had. In the night once more, the rest of the pack would be killed off; The two fae’s moving Zetes away as Reaper would slip in the den and with force claim Adaline’s body. The same way he once did in his brothers pack; Kol watching in pleasure until it was his turn. Her screams and cries would bring Zetes back, but in the chaos as he tried to save his mate, it was too late. Reaper, once Kol had finished would have killed the fae and as Zetes would appear, the two males would have attacked him as well. Evaneska and Janlysté joining the fun of killing the Alpha in cold blood. In the same process as before, once morning hit the four would clean themselves and leave the ruin behind, joining rogue lands once more to find another victim. The fun only grew shorter however as Janlysté spoke about wishing to end a brute's life. To claim his heart and make him feel as she and Evaneska felt. Reaper couldn't fully understand as the faes would never tell of their story, the same as he never told them and with a farewell the four became a pair as Evaneska too left with her ally. Both moving into their older years of Adulthood, the remaining two wandered through the neutrals until hearing about a pack further North. Deciding to head to such destination where a cruel green-eyed alpha ruled, Reaper became only a duo of one as he would have sworn to know of such a beast as more stories and rumors came to light the further they went.

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The world was torn away from his sight, the once illuminated forest from the night's slaves disappearing as everything vanished into under darkness. Peace. This was peace. Never before had he had the pleasure of experiencing such a feeling, its slick fingers slicing through his core with its sharp nails. Hoping to put back together the fragments of his shatters soul, to bring back the once nice, innocent pup so he would be complete. But what this peace did not know was that the brute was already complete. He was all perfect, no need for this fix. Reaper had never been so in his right mind before, this was his true self and that sad, pitiful pup that use to use his form as its way of living was just a fraud to who he really was. Insane. A Monster. A Sociopathic Killer. Vision returning to him, everything never looked so clear before. The once gloomy atmosphere struck with the light of his path, the path to who he was to become next. Green hues taking in the sights, it was like the male to use all of his senses as well. Chest broadening as his lungs filled in his slow inhale, Reaper would take his moment to savor and dictate what each scent was; Until his target became known and the air could be released. Lips curling at its side, an appearance of a mischievous smirk would come, showing the lost souls his satisfaction in knowing exactly where his prey had run off too. In a effortless motion, large paws once after the other would seek out the ground, biting the terrain in small nips as he leisurely began. The blood drops hinting and directing him towards the victim. Basically, the whelp served himself on a silver platter. "Come out and play, darling." The voice of a lunatic rang, its tune chilling and bitter as each syllable escaped the beasts teeth. "Hide and seek can only last for so long." The thickness of mist and fog surrounding the brute in his endeavor, the moon's light shadowing his large figure only added to the fright one must have been feeling in that moment. The forest was a hassle, it's large shrubs and thickets prickly as they brushed against his legs but nothing was going to stop him from this moment. Arriving at the doorstep of his prey, the chase was soon over and stepping forward, the whelp could only whine in pain as he was forced against the stone of wall that blocked the other side of the narrow path. Scratching and clawing at the damn thing, it was no use. Reaper knew of this ones fate. The weakling would not escape. "Well, that was fun. Too bad it ended. Oh well..." Using the moment to scare the other even more, the large brute let one of his smirks reappear on his face. Eyes now narrowed as they locked onto their target, never motioning away for even a split second as they remained.

One.
Two.
Three.

Closer did Reaper get, making the gap between him and the other smaller by the second as it vanished behind him into thin air. "Now - don't scream. I promise to let you suffer properly." It was with that line the other's hazel eyes widened, lids practically coming off as the fear and knowledge of his painful death would be in effect. The dark male had done nothing to deserve what was in store next. This wasn’t personal, the large male actually liked Dmitri, considered him a friend of sorts but Reaper couldn’t find anything better than killing those who had given him their trust. The sensation was exhilarating. In an instant did Reaper shoot forward, hind legs shoving the brute forward with force as his mass was sent towards the smaller being. Knocking his prey into the wall, his strength took the breath from the other and the brute would make sure he never got it back. Jaws spread to capture his victim, with nowhere else to go, did his mark hit home and in the matter of seconds after teeth became connected with black fur, the large brute wasted no time in making sure it's entry hurt like hell. Digging furiously past the skin and meat, Reaper used the thin area between the neck and the shoulder to his advantage. One fore-paw coming up, it wrapped itself over the male's back, forcing the other to bend his upper torso to the ground and in normal circumstances, twist. But with being so close to the wall and all, the only option for Dmitri to do was the first part. So be it. Tearing apart the other's flesh as he still had hold on his skin, Reaper would use the males awkward position of his left forearm and his own shoulder to ram the brute's rib cage against the wall repeatedly. His actions purely to hear the snap of bone in the others left arm as it would be slammed. Sure enough, his force and aggressive strength was enough to break the other. The scream of agony like music to his ears as it broke free from Dmitri's vocals. Letting go, the large male backed away from his assault, quickly eyeing the other as he fell to the ground. "Is that all? Come on mate, we're just getting started." Gripping the male by his scruff, the other didn't stay in his hold for long as he began tossing the male towards the side."Fight back coward!" He snarled, ramming his figure into the brute once more. This time however, the other took his advice and sunk his teeth right into Reapers neck. A laugh of insanity came as he could feel the blood stroll down his neck and ducking his head down towards Dmitri's other side, the large brute craved the feeling of his skin twisting. Close enough, his own mouth spread apart and took a snap at the others lower throat, pressing the males head up as he gripped tighter earning a whine from the ebony brute. In one movement, the brute turned his head fully around back to the other side, breaking Dmitri's vital organ. Releasing the brute, this time when the male fell it was lifeless and green hues meeting hazel orbs, all he could do was chuckle at the sight, tongue scraping over his muzzle to collect the blood that stained it. Motioning closer, Reaper put his mouth near his victims ear, whispering into the dead hollowed soul. "I don't mean to be rude but.. you should know it's not polite to stare. Oh! Shhh! Don't be frightened. I won't tell if you don't." Jeer laced between his last sentence, the brute became cheery at his own comment and with a wicked smile, took hold of the others hind leg. Humming a tune, Reaper started to drag the corpse towards a darker part of the narrow passage were he could feast in private.

(I added a few things to the appearance, which was just expanding on his features. And I hope the history is okay. Please tell me if I need to change anything.)

Name: Baritos
Gender: Male
Age: 8 Years

Rank: Elder

Appearance: Standing at 91 cm from paw to shoulder, he is a size able wolf. He weighs 130 lbs. Inherited from his parents, he shares the black color of his siblings and as a Timber/Eurasian wolf mix. His coat is thick as all the other brothers, but he is very different from the others. He has browns and greys blended in his coat. His eyes share the silver coloring of his mother's, light and gorgeous with the shine of misplaced youth. His body is lined with muscles, thick and strong, that never fail him when he is in trouble. His coat is long and thick, allowing him to be protected from the harsh winters all year long, if they stayed that way. His paws are large, and heavy, leaving thick imprints in the snow as he walks through it. His tail is of average length, and very thick. He knows that he's good-looking and despite his old age, there is a bounce in his step as he holds his head high with an air of majesty.

Personality: In contrast to the rather stiff personalities of his brothers, Baritos is, quite simply, the life of the party. Coyly flamboyant with a sinister charm, Baritos is a seducer with a penchant for games. He never raises his voice but his tone holds a purpose that shouldn't be taken lightly. The male maintains a thin line between his sensual exterior and the sadistic streak that holds together his sanity. Very often both sides will mingle, creating a suggestive beast with a tendency to play with his prey.

Accompanying his clever tongue is a deep timbre that resonates within his chest. Smooth and tantalising, his voice could fell even those with the strongest will. Sweet croons and sensuous chuckles, he uses this trait to its utmost ability, luring in unsuspecting victims to play his games.

Baritos' yearn for entertainment is merely a lock to restrain the creature under his skin. It isn't quite a split personality but nor is it his true self. A sadistic being that relishes in toying with its prey; when boredom begins to thread itself within his mind, this male takes matters into his own paws and goes to provide his own distractions. Regardless of species or gender, if he finds them worth playing with, he will stop at nothing until he is satisfied. And sometimes, the games he plays are more dangerous than facing the wrath of his brothers. Of course, he does try and keep this side of him contained, because after all, once the world knows that he's dangerous, no one would approach him and he would lose his toys, but there are moments when he has no say in what fate has in place for him.

Baritos has no interest in spreading his seed, fully believing that his brothers had done more than enough. He has no notion of love either, having missed out on bonding with his siblings and hardly receiving any from his parents. He would not deny that he would take bedmates just for the purpose of having fun, but the idea of settling with a mate goes against his entire being, believing that he would soon tire of them and cast them away.

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History:   This wolf's journey begins in the womb. His mother was a beautiful fae, prized by many of the wolves in the pack, coveted and fought over. Many wolves lost fur, blood, and flesh to be with her, to breed her heritage. But only one wolf caught her eye. His name was Vladimir. He was the Beta's first born son and best fighter in the litter. The fae watched their practices, their fighting. She enjoyed every bit of it, watching the excitement of it all. But the male was shy, which was unique for his family. The Beta's young were all feisty, ready to take what was theirs, to kill before asking, and to act as they ran the pack. The fae was the daughter of the Alpha, and her father wished for her to breed and become mates with Vladimir's younger brother, Mordan. Mordan was a great fighter and he was stunning. His coat was not black as night, but a more russet color like his mother before him. Vladimir had an onyx coat. In the dark of night, he would be almost invisible to the eye.

When mating season had come, the fae fought off many males by herself. Vladimir was still very shy, afraid to approach her. It was not until she came to him within the dead of night. She crawled into his chamber, allowing him to have her completely. Weeks passed and the great Alpha of the pack grew ill. Other members of the pack started to die off and so the Beta male became Alpha male. With his first decree, the wolves were forced to move from their lands, in search of something better, running form this illness that was taking lives left and right. When they finally found a suitable home, they made camp. Only now Vladimir was very close and protective of his fae. He was honored and given the rank of Beta, told he would be next rule. Eventually the fae gave birth to four pups, four males, destined to make their mark in history.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, was the beginning of our main character, Baritos.

As a youth, Baritos spent much of his time amongst his brothers, participating in what he thought was a stupid competition for their father's crown. He hardly cared about the outcome, knowing from the start that the title of Alpha would never be his and that fact did not bother him in the slightest. You might ask why he even troubled himself to try his luck and he would've answered you simply, "Why not?" It was all for his own entertainment and to restrain the part of him that would have ruined his indifferent image.

On the exterior, most would have seen the contest as an opportunity to form sibling bonds and as logical as it sounded, it was far from what was imagined. Brutal and aggressive, it was every man for his own, sibling bonds had long been discarded and if you showed a moment of weakness, blood would be spilled. Baritos' own love for his brothers was superficial and he only stayed around them when he felt they would contribute to his pleasure. If they didn't, he stayed away from the rest of the family, nosing his way into the businesses of others and minding his own. He did, however, join his brothers in their sparring lessons in their journey towards Alpha-dom. And as the only instance where they did something together, they grew to become equally strong and forces to be reckoned with.

It was no secret that Baritos knew the gossip of the pack, being the one brother who bothered to occasionally interact with the others. Many would have said that he had made a few friends during his interplay, although such claims were never confirmed. In his own opinion, he hated talking to them. They were so dull and boring. Why did he waste his time on such insignificant creatures? They were hardly worth his company. But, there was nothing else to do. His brothers certainly didn't have time to amuse him and going solo was no fun. And so, to keep himself occupied, he found himself den-mates whom he would play with all night long, switching companions every time he was tired of the previous one. Sometimes he would've laid with them, just for the satisfaction of relieving himself, sometimes he would've taken them out on a 'date' where he would chase them through the trees, keeping the fact that they were truly his prey a secret and when caught, releasing them with a sultry smile and the words, "I shall call upon you again, darling," upon his lips. Those rendezvous continued for quite a long time and it was only when Teren inherited the title of Alpha that he temporarily stopped his games.

Baritos was not surprised when his elder brother obtained their father's legacy and out of obligation, attended the coronation with the intention to leave as soon as it was official. Who was to know that the meeting of Teren and his lady love would be the start of something unthinkable and so fun. His new hobby would be to observe how his brother would handle his new responsibilities and to obtain the heart of that female. Oh, how he would enjoy this.

From then on, he spent longer amounts of time around his brothers, constantly watching Teren try his paw at wooing the female. It was the funniest thing to see his proud brother spend copious amounts of time trying to grab the attention of a single woman. Why would you go through such an effort when you could just take a bedmate and have it over and done with? Why focus on just one? It was an odd thought, to tie oneself down to another and be content with spending the rest of your life with them. Wouldn't you ever grow bored of them? But nonetheless, he said nothing as he watched from afar.

The day his little nieces were born was the day that Baritos felt that everything would begin changing then. Teren's behaviour changed, due to the lack of males in the litter and the younger brother watched with fascination as his Alpha began showing hints of that destructive personality he would soon adopt. This was just too good. Just how far would Teren go?

A second litter was born and once again, no males. Baritos cackled inside and watched with a proud glint in his eyes as his brother cast out his mate. See, he was right. People would eventually tire of the ones they claim as mate and despite the efforts that his brother had put into trying to pursue the now-shamed Alphess, he still threw her away because she had failed to meet Teren's expectation. It all made perfect sense. Though his brother still loved his woman, the younger brother could already see the seeds of doubt being planted.

With the revelation, sly smiles upon his handsome face, a strange sort of disappointment also threaded its way into his heart as he realised that his fun had ended. What would he do now? A pout probably made its way onto his face, but not that he would admit it or care. His entertainment was gone, bringing along with his cheer and he was not pleased.

Stalking away from his family, Baritos returned back to his boring ways, glum about how dull his future was looking. Why, oh, why was he cursed with such a stupid life? It was so woeful.

But apparently, Fate liked Baritos and threw yet another dramatic occasion at him.

And it was that day when Teren caught his one copulating with an Omega. A hysterical laugh had bubbled at Baritos' throat when he'd found out, causing him to roll around like a pup. Oh, this was too precious. His elder brother had flown into a rage and suddenly pack dynamics were completely overthrown and chaos was strewn.

He didn't remember how many bodies he had gone through, pillaging their dignity, laughing at the way they begged for him to stop. There were a few whom he'd recognised as his bedmates, who'd specifically come to him as respite and of course, how could he say no? It wasn't long until the thrill of the moment passed and as per usual, Baritos lost all interest in the act. Any other faes that crossed his paths were then tossed aside like toys for the rest of the males to deal with. He had done his brother's dirty work and he'd had enough of the same old routine.

Lurking away, he became a loner to the pack, ignoring any orders that were spat at him and only serving as a bystander for the atrocities committed. The next time, he would stand near his brothers, was when his unique little nephew Azrael was born. Oh, now that one was truly special. Or at least, Teren had thought so. The boy showed strength, a quality recognised and valued by his brother and anyone could have predicted that the latter would train him to be his protégé. What wasn't predicted was that the little bastard would run off. The look on Teren's face that day still continued to bring a gleeful grin to Baritos' lips.

The entire pack was sent to search for Azrael and Baritos decided that perhaps, a new way of life would be the way to go. Travelling with a small group during the first few hours of the search, he easily detached himself from them, smiling sweetly, telling them that he had other duties to attend to. The stupid idiots followed his words and continued on, leaving him complete reign of his own actions. A skip to his step and a sway to his tail, the male deserted the clutches of his ludicrous brother and left behind whatever was left of his family.

What happened after that is, indeed, history.

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Screams and cries erupted from all directions, as every fae in the pack was chased down and stripped of her virtue and her dignity. Blood painted the ground with every bite that had sharp teeth sinking into the delicate flesh of its prey. The sky suddenly didn't look as bright as it used to, no, it was a deep crimson red, mirroring that on the ground. This was it. No more of his gentlemanly play, it was time to let go. Silver eyes glimmered with elation as handsome lips were pulled up into a sinister grin. A soft giggle came from his throat before gradually becoming louder and louder, blossoming into a full blown cackle. His voice rung out clear, surely catching the attention of those around him. But he didn't care. They were insignificant creatures who couldn't possibly understand him. His eyes manic and grin still present if not wider, the male whose name was Baritos, sought out his first prey. There were so many for him to pick from!

A pink tongue peeked out from his dark muzzle and swiped once over his lips as he laid eyes on a pretty cream-coloured fae. Her body was tense and even from his distance, he could smell the fear exuding from her. Pupils dilating, he stalked over to her and immediately, she saw his movement and bolted. "Oh, do not run from me, darling." His gait speeding up, he cooed almost lovingly after her. "I'm not going to hurt you...At least, not enough to kill you." She did not listen and it displeased him. Here he was, trying to be courteous and she would ignore him!? A growl rumbling in his chest, his large body proved of use as it boosted his speed and very quickly caught up to her. Leaping off his powerful hind legs, he pounced on his prey, pushing her off course and into the ground.

Panting slightly from the release of energy, he smirked at their position: he towered over her as she lay quivering beneath him. Oh, now this was lovely. With his dark fur furthered shadowed by the blocked sunlight, his gleaming eyes and teeth were all that could be seen and it was a terrifying sight. Purring down at her, he said, "Sweet one, no need to be scared. I'm only following orders. Be a good girl and lie still for me, hm?" At those words, the female began thrashing, kicking, clawing, doing everything in her power to get out of her dangerous position. Her struggling was a pleasure to watch, pleased that she was a fighter. And in that moment, he took the opportunity to take in the body of whom would satisfy him. Lithe and of a healthy structure, her muscular balance told him that she was a hunter. A provider. And she would provide indeed.

His pleasure was short-lived when she swiped her claws across his cheek, creating shallow gashes on his flesh. Head pushed to the side, he registered the short moment of pain before a dark expression turned his handsome features into something malevolent. No one had ever made him bleed before. Eyes now shining dangerously, he whispered, "Oh, you are naughty." Pressing a paw into the body beneath him, he dug his claws into the fae's flesh, ignoring the pained screams that were forced out of her mouth. Mounting her easily, he made quick use of the female, scattering her own blood across her own light-coloured fur. After all, it was only fair that he would return the sentiment. "Naughty children should be punished."