Name: Keon

Age: 2

Gender: Male

Appearance: Keon is an extremely large wolf. His pillars are thick and strong, but he moves as gracefully as a butterfly in the sky. He is swift and elegant for such a large wolf. His pelt is whiter than the first snowfall, though it is normally stained with blood. His eyes are bluer than the clear afternoon sky, even though they are always filled with malice. His skin does not bear any scars currently. His tail is thick and muscular, but it never wags. He appears to have a glare frozen onto his white face. His fangs are large and poke slightly out from under his lips. His claws scrape the ground whenever he walks leaving scars on the earth. His pure form has been tainted by blood. He looks like neither wolf nor monster, but a perfect blend of both.

Personality: Keon’s temperament is very different from is somewhat pure form. He is a cold-blooded killer. He will kill without even thinking. He trusts no one and he himself shouldn’t be trusted. Any wolf that trusted him was murdered once there use had run out. His loyalty lies with no wolf but himself. He rarely talks and when he does it is to whisper into the ears of dying wolves. He’s never been happy and probably never will be. His heart has grown cold to the world and wishes to take revenge on it. Nothing could ever change him. Some call him a monster, a murderer. Others call him misunderstood. The first ones were right. He is nothing, but a monster and he likes it that way. He is truly a demon with the form of an angel.

History: Keon was born in a terrible storm. He was the biggest of his litter and the only on to survive. All the wolves thought of him as a bit odd. He never played with his siblings he just glared at them menacingly. It was when he was 5 months old he first spoke. ‘ One day I will kill you all’. Those were his first words and Keon, if nothing else kept his promises. Months went by as Keon grew the alpha was beginning to accept him, as were the other members of the pack. They treated him as family and spoke to him often. All they got was silence in return. When he reached one year, he killed his mother. The pack chose to ignore this for their own safety, how wrong they were.

A year later and it’s another terrible storm. Keon is walking away from the pack lands he grew up in. He had kept his word. He had killed most of the pack severely injuring the others. His pelt soaked with rain as his might pillars moved him onward. Lightning flashed, exposing the cruel satisfaction in his eyes. His pelt was stained with the blood of other wolves. He could taste it in his mouth. Clumps of fur were still lodged between his large claws. He had let the monster inside him loose. And it would stay loose. Others would fall at his paws. Others would live in fear of his presence. Everyone one would tremble at the name Keon.

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