The Tale Of The Black Wolf- Shadow's Beginnings"There was a time when I thought i'd forever be alone..." He thought as he sat quietly on the ridge, his eyes burning within the moonlight. His hand drawing the cigarette up to his lips as he took a long drag from the end, watching the embers glow and flow off in the slight breeze. "But then I met this family, and found my worth again..."
"Why would you doubt your worth?" She asked simply as she drew her self closer to him, ignoring the smell of the cigarette. He looked up at him questioningly as she rolled her fingers into a fist, pressing her knuckles into the cold stone near him leaning over. A slight shiver ran down her spine as the cold breeze ran over her exposed portion of her chest and down into her shirt over her flat stomach.
"All happened a long time ago, a time I'd like to forget but still plagues me to this day..." Was all he said as he took the cigarette and pushed it into the stone. The light extinguishing made the memory come back, the memory of all the lights he had ex
Character Sheet: ShadowGeneral
Lycan Breed: Marsexten
Marital Status: Single
Date of Birth: Unknown
Place of Birth: Woods of Ireland
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Likes: He’s an odd one of his kind, enjoys metal, peaceful nights, and a good old scrap
Dislikes: Rap, vampires, demons
Fears/Weakness: he fears death, it can nearly cripple him until something snaps in his head
Allergic to Silver: ( Yes or No, will be determined by admin after character sheet is submitted. Do not fill in until instructed by Admin)
Profession: Book Clerk
Weight: 210 lbs
Eye Color: Yellow
Hair Color: Black
Distinguishing Traits: Tribal Pattern tattooed over his arms and back.
Any other important Appearance information: Scar over his left eye
Personality: Shadow is a quiet one. He acts a bit stubborn due to his breed around others and tends to ignore orders if he feels it is not worth his time to listen. He can work with a pack
Confessions of a Broken MindI spent, 23 years running from it.
Only to realize I was running from myself.
A monster built on hate, and blood shed
A monster who was created from taunting and name calling
A monster from a broken seal in the back of my mind.
I preached constantly not to hate, yet to love
Yet all at the same time I was sitting here hating those around me
Turning my back on them and wishing nothing but death
Wishing death on my enemies and the people I called family
What happened? To the golden hearted boy, did he give into madness?
Did his mind break? Did he fall into the darkness? Did he die under the weight of it all?
No, he hid from the monster, only to realize.....he was this monster.
This beast of rage and hell bent on destruction, chaos, and other horrible things.
This monster....created so long ago, that was never tamed and drove everyone away.
That monster.....was me....