Name: Inferno Protezione
Age: 4 years
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Inferno has a white pelt, so close to the color of snow. Along with the white of his pelt, he has a dark grey snip at the ned of his muzzle, blending in with his white pelt, but not with snow. Underneath that thick and shaggy pelt lies rough hair, at least to humans. Around his neck lies nothing, for he was never caught and released like some other wolves. His eye coloring is outstanding. Appearing brown to some wolves, others fear him because of his redish colored eyes. And yes, they are red, a deep red to be exact. A gaze that could kill you is how some would describe his almond eyes that gaze back at you with hatred. Underneath the pelt lies muscle upon muscle. And he's pretty large for a male, always being taller then any male he has met *and killed*. How did he aquire such size and muscle? From running after his prey daily. Upon his crania lies tow large white ears, the fuzz lined with black tints. His muzzle is narrower closer to his nares, but not too narrow. His paws aree large, he never seemed to grow out of them. He's very graceful, but will stumble on rare occasions. Every action he takes blends in with the next, and he always as aplan on how he moves. His tail is fluffy, this is where most of his pelt is. He holds him,self with dominance, showing that HE is the leader, and no one else. His howls are always loud and long, his rowls low and meanicing. When he talks, he's got the "Don't Argue Wht I Say" voice, and many don't.

Personality: Inferno is not a wolf you want to mess with. He's not afraid to kill you in front of everyone. He's smart though, and he comes up with great ways to attack, and to lead. He's a natural born Leader and Murder, and he's not afraid to get messy. But underneath all the hatred, lies a broken heart. He's not one to talk alot, but when he does, it's best to listen if you want to live. Once he sets his mind to something, he will do his best to finish it, and he won't rest until he has finished his goal. He doesn't trust anyone, but it's valued above his own life, trust. The only time you see him being kind, is when he's near pups. He adores them, and wants to have some of his own. This brute is a fighter, and will fight to the death to protect what he values. Should you back him into a corner where he must fight, he will fight back, and go on a rampage if he's wound up enough. He's never in a "good mood" unless you cont his murdering rampage. His attitude varies by day, and it's hard to tell what m,ood he's in until it's to late.

History: Inferno was born the oldest of the second litter born unto the Beta's of the Mizziato Pack. But the times were hard, and so was the land. The wolves of this pack learned that, to survive, they must eat their fallen members. His mother, Talanisha, grew weaker each day, even though she was fed and healthy. But she never died. Many of the members of the pack had died, including the Alphas. By the time he was four weeks old, everyone had died, except for his family. By now he could see, but what he did see scarred him. That day, while his siblings were asleep, he wandered out of the den. There sat his mother, staring out over the land.

Several months later, the family had moved away from those lands, and came across another land, one full of food, and other wolves. By this time, Inferno and his sister were a year old when they arrived. On the trip, his brothers and sister had been killed in the dead of night, and left there with the family. Talanisha had been heartbroken, but had continued on with encouragement from Fringolfin, her mate and Infernos father. Little had they known that it was Inferno who had killed his siblings, and he didn't regret it either. By this time, he had grown to love wolf's blood, and he wasn't afraid to say it. Days went by, and many wolf pups from packs started to dissapear. His family hadn't decided to join a pack yet, but the final straw was when his sister was killed, and not by him. She had decided to follow him as he went for another snack, and had tripped and rolled right into him, then past him, right into a sharp, broken tree branch. She died instantly. Pretending to care, he raced back to the den, and woke up his parents, telling them a lie about what had happened. Talanisha was heartbroken. She just sat there as his father ran off, and aa grin was plastered onto Inferno's maw as an idea hit him.

When his father got back, he came back to a dead mate, and a missing son. A howl of dismay rang from Fringolfin's maw, but it was cut short. Out of the bushes ran a cunning InInferno, and he leaped at his fathers throat. Fingolfin never had a chance. A smug look was upon this yearling's maw as he tramped off, ready to find new victims.

He wandered the land for years, trying to find more wolves that matched his strength, brilliance, and meanice. But not once did he run into someone stronger than he, not once. All of his prey were weak, not worth his time. By now, he was three years of age, and already taller than most males.

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Accepted. Sorry for the wait, I ended up going camping XD