((Hello, tis I, the annoying pain in the rear Setsuna! Mwah ha ha! I have come up with another wolf who I hope is accepted! I am warning you, his history is really crappy because I had a brain fart when I was writing it. So beware!))
[x] Name: Diokakumaru (Dio for short)
[x] Age: 2 ½ summers
[x] Gender: Male
[x] Pack: Loner
[x] Position:
[x] Description: Long and skinny legs are packed with much strength but not much meat. A sure sign of malnourishment and hardly any food for quite a while. Paws are much too big for the legs that propel them. Talons like daggers stick out glinting in the sunlight, black as a raven’s feather. Bodice is thin and the skin seems to just hang there loosely and unfitting. If it weren’t for so much muscle you could count every single bone in Diokakumaru’s body. His neck long and graceful as a swan’s is also draped with loose skin and muscle, each fine line showing clearly. Though Dio’s frame is thin and wiry, almost anemic looking he hold’s himself with much pride. His tassel held up high in the air showing dominance and his regal head set strong and true atop his neck watching each and every creature with authority. His fur is thick and bushy keeping the thin wolf warm in the toughest of weather. So soft and fluffy like a rabbits fur but with a little roughness to it. It lays flat and smooth changing it’s direction to fit Dio’s body. A small mane-like ring crowns Dio’s neck giving him a powerful and handsome touch. His tassel is large and bushy but straight as can be, an odd combination really. The coloration is a mix of browns and gold’s along with some grey and black. He is a light caramel or toffee color splattered with flecks of silvery grey, white, and darker chocolate colors. His fur covers Dio’s thin and wiry look quite decently but he still is incredibly thin and tall. Diokakumaru has the most stunning eyes of all. Just one look into them can change his entire appearance. Two glittering orbs that reflect just a hint of his dominance and pride. A beautiful solid green that is not green at all. They have a bright emerald undercoat cloaked in a foggy grey. It seems as if his eyes are forever changing but truly they are not, it is just the reflection of the things around him that make it seem as if the green and grey alternate. A rather bland and normal appearance for the most part but perhaps the most intriguing part of Dio’s weather warn form is the strange marking on the inside of his right ear close to the top. It is the one thing that separates him from the rest. There is a bullet hole that goes completely through his ear. When Dio wiggles his audit in the right kind of light the sun will shine through the hole like a spotlight.
[x] Personality: Dio is perhaps one of the oddest wolf’s that ever roamed this earth. Mostly quiet and set back Dio tends to be alone. He is not very social due to a horrible past that seems unforgettable. The mascu enjoys roaming the forest quietly and observing most things. Unlike others Dio finds beauty in the strangest and cruelest of things. For instance if some one found a dead bird and screamed, Dio would find it fascinating. Talking is not a favorite past time for Dio, he prefers the quiet. He is a good listener but he problem is, you can never tell if he is listening or just pretending to. He is not playful either, however there is the occasional race or swim, unless you count the mind games he enjoys. Yes Dio loves tricking and manipulating others, strange, very strange indeed. He is also not very nice once you get to know him. He hates things that most would find lovely and happy, he prefers the dark instead of light and so on. Dio will however treat kind wolfs all right as long as they do not interfere with him. If they make a step to try and talk to him they will be killed without a doubt. He is most known for his pronounced walk, he moves with evil and malice but also with grace slipping in and out of the forest like a teleporter. Dio hates most happy bubbly wolfs, as well as ones that tend to talk too much. He dose not get along too well with people who like to boss him either. Dio has never been in a pack before and so when an alpha gets a tad too pushy he tends to lash out. However Dio likes people who see it his way and can understand him. Though it may seem odd, no matter how vicious and evil he may seem Dio is sensitive inside. When some one hurts his family or friends it hurts him causing anger to take control. Love has never been a strong point in him for he hates to settle down. He has never loved enough for him to stay with a female though many have fallen entranced with his attitude and authority over weakling none have caught his eye. There is a chance that he could be salvaged but his past will not allow the brute to go back to the good side, in a way he dose not wish to be saved. Other than the usual strange behavior like thinking up poems or watching a bird fly around thinking about his past and who the next person will be that he kills, Dio gets stranger. He never tells any one about his history and is very mysterious. Dio also has a strange love for thunderstorms. He likes the gloom and the tornadoes that form in the clouds. The loud booming of thunder and flashing of lightening comfort him in some strange unknown way. It has something to do with when he was a young pup. He likes the thrill of chasing the storms no matter how odd that may seem. Dio also likes roses. The thorns and the beauty of the entwining and strangling vines that they grow on just catch him as beautiful. He will often just sit and hum quietly to himself getting lost in thought staring at a rose. Dio is a very unusually evil wolf. In all he is just very complicated and very unique. Not another wolf like him in the world.
[x] History: The sun shone brightly like a crystal in the sky. Each and every inch of the Kilos forest was bathed in fresh and beautiful droplets of sunshine. The bluebirds twittered happily and woodpeckers pounded away hammering holes into the beautiful birches. A silver lake rippled in the gentle pine scented breeze sparkling like a thousand stars. Everything was so lovely and peaceful, so gentle and still. All that is, except two wolfs who were slowly making their way to a small hollow beneath a tree. One was a silvery grey fetal flecked with silvery grey spots. Her eyes the same grey green as Dio’s. Her frame was just as slender and graceful as his as well except for her oversized stomach. Her gait was slow and pained as she sucked in breath as fast as she could. Her every stride cramped and weakened. Her dubbance was Fitaliny. The other wolf was a shorter and stronger looking male; his features defined and strong just like Dio’s. His dubbance Domino. His pelt was the same mix of colors as well. His golden eyes looked to Fitaliny with worry and hopefulness. He walked strong and true helping the weak female heavy with pups along gently.
A weak and weary sigh was emitted from Fataliny’s maw as her sore paws hit the flattened grass inside the small fox den that had been abandoned for many years. Domino followed right behind Fataliny gently making himself a sitting area next to his beloved mate as she began to give birth. She whimpered in fear and joy, little tears ran down her face and Domino sat encouraging her in every way. Then came the first of three puppies. AS the little black sack emerged immediately the mother began licking it and breaking the surface. When the little puppy was all dried it crawled beneath the soft stomach fur of her mother. I will call you Hioki. She said to the little grey femora with brown gold eyes. The next surge coursed through the mother’s body and Domino winced. When the second puppy arrived the mother did the same as she had the first. This one was called Gioreal a little boy with his mother’s eyes and figure but a pure white pelt inherited from his grandmother. Then the last puppy arrived. The father immediately took a liking to him and named him Diokakumaru. The puppy was healthy and strong looking but soon all that would change.
For the first half year Dio was taught a great deal. His father was his teacher and his mother his encourager. They fed all the puppies well and taught them the best. All three were very happy children until the ferocious break up came. It was a beautiful autumn night. Almost like summer. The family was out for a walk. Domino however was not happy; he seemed troubled and some how darker. His form was hunched and his steps quick. The puppies were happy and the mother just a tad concerned. When they all stopped for a rest Fitaliny went to talk to Domino. But when she said something Domino became enraged. It was so unlike him to be so… cruel. The puppies gasped and whimpered as their father smacked their mother. Run! She shouted growling at Domino. Dio did not want to leave. His brother and sister fled but not Domino. He stayed.
After it was all over the puppy walked carefully towards the two bloodied wolf’s. They had died in a fight with one another. But strangely Dio was not sad. They had loved him yes, it hurt deep inside but his father had taught him real men did not cry. It pained the young puppy to see them all beat up just laying in puddles of crimson liquid. It hurt so bad, but he did not cry. Instead he told himself this was how he had to live. He had to kill to stay alive. He had to be like his father. Why he told himself this he did not know. But he did.
In a year or two Dio had grown. He had not eaten much on his journey, he had hardened up from fights and so on, but he had not eaten much. His once healthy frame was now wiry and thin, but he seemed not to notice. He just went on. Not much happened whilst he was trying to find a place with people as cruel as he. He had grown more evil with every passing day and now he was almost two and a half. Young but old in a way. As he was walking along a winter mountain he smelled a strange smell. It was metallic and silvery. Un natural.
As Dio turned around he saw a strange thing holding a silver tool. It was a two legger! He had heard about such animals, they killed wolfs for fur! Dio growled and stepped menacingly forward. The human sneered and pulled something. All of a sudden there was a loud bang. A searing pain coursed through his right ear. He whimpered and waited for his last breath to escape him. But it did not. The bullet had only gotten his ear. The human cursed and Dio ran.
Diokaumaru ran as fast as he could go. There was no stopping him now. He was free. He kept on going for an eventless half year longer until he came to a forest. There were other wolves nearby. He held his head and tail high proceeding into the terra. He howled triumphantly and snuck into the territory. He would become a legend, even if he died trying.
Perfect, a very unusual character. :) Accepted, of course - how could I not!