Name: Arson

Age: Six

Gender: Brute

Pack: Loner

Position:

Appearance: Well defined muscles are tightly coiled around slim and agile bones. Of average height and slim build, Arson is both swift and powerfull. His pelt is a shadowy ebon, shifting in different shades, just as a shadow cast upon the ground would. His green eyes are the only thing he struggles to hide within the darkness, glowing a vibrant emerald green on the sunlight, they show like precious gems against the black of his coat. His gait is smooth and silent, if a bit lanky. His head held low and ears erect, he is constantly hyper aware of his surroundings, and this has often lent him his life, but still other times it challenged him. But a darker side resides within the lithe frame, burning dagger eyes can turn upon you and make your blood run cold. His slim form now looks like the shadows he walks in, the shadows that will envelop you. Fangs that are stained with the crimson lives of others will just as soon tear your throat out, should you say the wrong thing twice.

Personality:Arson is one of the few wolves who remain loners who are actually tailored to live the life of a loner. Needing absolutely no contact of any kind, especially his own kind, to maintain his mental stability, Arson is one of the few. However, he is extremely loyal to those who have earned his trust and has fought to the death to protect the ones he respected. Wherever he went, on the rare spurts of time where he did associate and mingle in the affiars of those of his own, he claimed to be of neutral standing. Neither evil nor good, but born to a terribly evil pack, one would (and should) have their doubts about this claim. He knows himself that he is of the darker nature, but it is sometimes better not to let others on to the idea. He has found that many wolves automatically assume evils are plotting to kill them in their sleep, not always wrong but still. So Arson, the wonderfull actor he is, hides his true self behind emerald green eyes.

History: Born as a secondary heir to the alpha throne in the southern evil pack known as Malvagita. His cousin, Condor, was chosen to be the first heir to the throne out of his litter of three. Arson, being of no real meaning to the pack, asked for deliverance from it, and it was granted by the Beta, Arson feared confronting Condor's father, for not many who had lived to tell about it. He was rather young when he departed, so when he was picked up by the greedy leader of a dog fighting ring farther north, he had not much to fight with. Arson took to fighting willingly, not needing to be beaten as he had seen other dogs have done to them. Little did he know that being a wolf set him apart, house dogs bred from Lassie type parents had little fight in them. However for Arson it flowed through his veins.

Where there was gambling and violence, there was bound to be drugs. During a match Arson was fighting in, right before he crunched down on the neck of his opponent, the hay around the ring was set ablaze by a stray cigarette. he rest of the building followed. Few men and fewer dogs made it out of the blaze. Arson was a lucky few. He traveled back towards his own home, meeting up with Condor after he was chased out by his power hungry father. They spent a year together, before Condor returned to kill his father and reek his vengence. Arson departed shortly after.

But he did meet his cousin again, this time while he was in love with the black vixen Kiowa. Arson too fell prey to the love floating in the air, and poured his heart to a large ebon fae named Duvessa. Kiowa held her in high respect, enough to name one of her own cubs after her. But Arson was plagued with guilt when his love died giving birth to his stillborn pups.

After this he spent three years alone, simply wandering, metting few wolves along the way, and those he did he killed. For fear of revealing his location. But now he feels a slight tug towards these lands, ones he's heard of before, but never actualy set paw upon. Maybe it was the faintest trace of family blood in the air, or the stronger scent of old friends...

Finished, sorry it took so long

Woot!!! Arson!!! Just keep in mind that he will not know the Duvessa here at sotw -winks- There are three different Duvessas, lol. Accepted!!!

~Kristen