The Mighty

Name: Reaper

Gender: Male

Age: 8 Years Old

Pack: Erenyx

Rank Requested: 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.

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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 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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Example Post:
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.

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