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Name: Spectre
Age: 5
Gender: Male
Pack: n/a
Position: n/a

Appearance: Spectre is one of the most unique wolves you will ever come across. That is, if you ever come across him. He slinks from shadow to shadow, keeping as well hidden as he possibly can. When glanced at he appears to be a speeding shade of grey. Ever since he was a pup, Spectre has had glaring silver eyes. He is one of the creatures you hear about when one tells of being stared at in the woods. Below his glowing orbs is a distinctive white mark that runs all the way to the top of his snout. On his black fur, this white mark blurs to a greyish pseudo-scar. There is a gash on the side of his left ear, which was from a battle he has long since won. As you look down his side you notice that his satin coat shimmers with an almost white on black sheen. Within his legs lies an unseen power and force which propels him to wherever he wishes to go with seemlingly no effort. When addressing others, Spectre has a slightly aggressive stance. He has an intimidating glare and potentially frightening voice. For being a fairly powerful wolf, Spectre has very few scars. This is accredited to the fact he rarely fights other wolves, or creatures at all. Not because he runs from fights, he simply has no interest in starting fights.. However, should he be challanged, his opponent had better be godlike.

Personality: The introverted Spectre is a unique character. He spends most of his time, simply watching the rest of the world. When questioned, however, he will respond civily to anyone who seeks his advice or conversation. As an aged wolf, Spectre has a library's worth of information on things that otherwise would seem trivial to others. Spectre does not necesarily have a negative, or pessemistic personality.. However there has been confusion in the past, as his silence and distance tends to mislead people. Many have tried to figure out the intricate workings of his mind, and have always been confused. Why would a wolf simply observe, not partake in the world around him? But, thats just it. In observation, Spectre is able to gain immense knowledge about his surroundings. Information about the beings around him. He is able to use this volume of information to his advantage in his interactions with others. He in fact does participate in life, just in ways unknown to most others. As the Alpha of the Skithe pack, he is required to lead and teach is followers. As an instructor, Spectre is well versed in many techniques and styles of fighting and various other activities. He can be eloquent in his speech, and still make sense to his underlings.

History: It was five years ago, an aged old female was in a perilous fight with an unknown wolf. It was a night not uncommon to the season. Lightning cracked in the distance, as a malestrom surged around them. As she lashed out at her shadowy opponent, she was caught in the side by a gust of wind and was thrown off balance. Being temporarily vulnerable, her opponent chose to strike with all their might upon her. As the female reeled, trying to regain her balance, she was struck down the side of her body. There was a ferocious howl as claw tore flesh and blood began to flow. The wound was only superficial however, and she rebounded. Her opponent had jumped over her after his strike, and was now hiding in the surrounding darkness. The female was loosing her senses, perhaps the loss of blood was not so superficial after all. As she stumbled and fell, her assailant approached her with a confident grin over his sinister face.

"Where are they." He snarled the demand. The female refused to reply to him. She remained defiant, even as he came closer, extending his razor like claws and emitting a throaty growl. Lightning struck closer by, illuminating the wolf before her, her destiny.
"WHERE ARE MY PUPPIES!?" He roared, causing even the tough female to shudder, though her emotion was lost to the raging storm around. She still remained silent, defying the savage male warrior.

Lightning struck even closer, shattering a tree into millions of tiny pieces. The sound was enough to finally, fully, awaken the puppies near by, from their deep slumber. One of these younglings began to squeal in fright. She was a tiny little being, still just days old. She had a dark black coat, with a white shimmer to it. Beside her lay her two brothers and one sister. They were a small little group, banded together by rough nights as these. They had already lost four other siblings to unknown fates. All but the young female remained silent, they knew fear, they knew that where they not silent that they would all be in mortal peril.

A few steps away from the others lay a lone male pup. He was different from his siblings. He did not fear, he simply knew. He had been an outcast since birth, not beause he was a runt, in fact he was the most hearty of the litter. But because of the fact he felt no connection to the children which he was somehow related.

He would watch them play during the mornings, during the day time, and during the evening. Thats all they would do, aside from eat and sleep. Play, roughhouse and play some more. They left him alone, they had once tried to play with him.. But he simply turned tail and moved off. When he was born, he was the only of his litter to be born different. He was the only one born with a definitive white haze upon his snout. The rest were all black, with their shimmering coats.. He was the outcast from the begining...

He turned his attention to the pups, and away from their mother. He made a movement towards the cave in which they were sheltered. As their mother rose, attempting to move to her pups, they began to quiver. The dark entity moved upon the youngsters, his glaring eyes falling upon each of the clustered balls of fur. Yes.. these must be them, his offspring. These are the ones that that heathen had been hiding from him. They are all so pathetic.

As he inspected his keep, their mother attacked him with all her might. She had jumped him from behind, throwing all her weight down upon his skull. He was thrown to the hard rock laying under him, just outside the cave. There was a resounding crack as he hit the wet stone. His body slumped, and he did not move.

Years later, not far from that same spot stood a tall proud wolf. He had a black coat, with an inexplicable white shimmer to it. His paws stood confidently on the solid earth under the gigantic tree behind him. He was about to make his first address of his pack. It had been years of hardship and work to get to this point, and now it was finally here. He had surpassed all odds, and was now on the threshold of a critical decision...


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