Name: Pravus(Wicked, perverted, evil, or depraved)/Fanged Serpent
Age: 4 years
Gender: Brute
Appearance: Pravus' upper coat is a sooty shade of black, pervect for hiding in shadows. His throat, face, stomach, and the insides of his legs are a hazy shade of grayish-white. He has a long, fluffy tail that he can use to wipe out his tracks. He often will spit onto his tail the juices of strong sweet or vile smelly plants onto his tail for just such a reason. He has long legs, and a long neck, with a lean, hard frame. He is a killer born wih large, milky white teeth and night vision like an owl. He moves in long, confident strides, almost arrogant in posture. His ears are slightly shorter than usual for a wolf his size, and he has a large, pointed-looking nose. In battle, he moves like a serpent. Like a lithe snake, he weaves in an out, around, over, and under, striking swiftly, only to disapear and attack from some new angle. he is often smirking, for he is an extremely proud, somewhat egotistical wolf.
PravusPersonality:He is what one pictures when one pitures evil. Dark of complexion and expression. He feels only pain, lust, joy at the expense of others, and excitment. Bloodlust is his life's pleasure. Spilling blood is his purpose. He is ice-hearted. He hates wolves that feel emotions such as happiness, love, and sorrow. He loathes wolves that cry or hope, or dream. He despises weakness in any lving thing. He loves fighting, killing, and long, grueling hunts. He loves to torment his prey before snuffing out it's life. He is morbid and aggressive. He has a sharp, silver-gilt tounge and an outwardly sauve attitude. In truth, he suffurs from exreme paranoia and is constantly looking over his shoulder. It comes with who is is. Where he is from.
History: He was born to Hunting Serpent(Alpha of the ShadowPath Pack and Clan) and one of his many mistresses. He was raised by a cannibal and a loody-thirsty shamaness. His foster father, Flailing Eagle, was the sort who believed that if one ate the brain, heart, and eyes of an enemy, yuo would gan their intelligence, their spiritual energies, and their sight. His mother, an actual Shamaness, beieved it to be nonsense, and raised him simply as a murderer, rather than the sort who would make supper of his best friend. Not that he ever had any friends. In the ShadowPath Clan, you can trust no one. It is too dangerous to have friends.
At the age of 9 months, he took part in his first battle. It was with the other 9 month pups, to weed out the weak, and give the strong their first taste of blood and warfare. This exprienece warped him farther thanhe had already been, turning him into a dour, stony individual who would just as soon rip out your throat as look at you.
At the age of 1 year and 2 months, he became a full warrior of his Clan, and became known has one of the most dangerous, psycotic wolves ever bred from the Clan.
At age three, he was presented his mate. In the ShadowPath Clan, you either force your mate, or are given her for special breeding purposes. It is rare to actually fall in love. After she bore for him five strong males, he killed her and began raising his sons as utterly heartless beings.
They were so evil that one could hardly call them wolves. They were monsters. But none of them compared to Pravus, who's very name means evil, perverted, wicked, or depraved.
He was sent four months ago to hunt down two traitors. The scum known as Starving Dog, or Shika Karyuudo, as he is now called, and Uta Tori, for their own individual crimes. Shika for relations and breeding with a SlavePack wolf and then abandoning the Clan, and Uta for being born to her mother after her mother abandoned the Clan. He is now in this place. He has heard tidbits of information, and is fired up beyond belief to complete his mission, but something else has caught his eye. The Kargoth. A pack still in the process of formation. A pack that was evil. A Pack that was eerily like home...
Other: He often pretends to be a mute when around new wolves, to lull them into a false sense of security, so that they thiink him dumb, or impaired, giving him an advantage over them.