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Online Name: nightmare
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Name:Nightmare
Age: 4
Gender: Male
Appearance: Nightmare is built with a tall, musuclar, potent frame. On his legs, both back and front, he owns expertly chisled muscles. That show vibrantly through his thick black coat. He is almsot always running. He is extremely agile. His claws are like black blades, attached to his pads. His fangs like ivory daggers, ready to slit through his opponets skin. When attacking, he will normally dodge every attack he can, taking quite a few blows, once his opponet has burned out, he will go for the throat. He stays out of sight, unless he has set his sights on a paticular something. Around his front paws, up to his elbow, there are scars left and right. As for his voice, it has a cruel, baneful tone to it. It seems each word is carefully crafted with the greatest intelligence inside his mind so they can slither out of his mouth. Each word beholding its own darkness. HIs eyes, like pools of blood, a dark, misty red, surouding a black orb.
Personality: A loner since the beginning of his long lived 4 winters. He seems to thrive, to feed on suffering. No matter if its a small field mice, he tourtures in his claws, or a mother's loss of pups. Nightmare, being a headstrong wolf, but not stupid, mind you. He has a nack to stalk wolf packs, just keeping within 7 feet of them. Just being a pest to see how much the pack will take from him. This is how he had gotten many of his scars. This wolf, can get rather cocky, so, what agrevates him more than just about anything else, is when wolves take the first attack in a fight. Dont get me wrong, this wolf isnt invincable, he has lost more than a few fights in his life. As well as, he has no intention what so ever of being an alpha male. Fidning a mate? maybe. But certainly not an alpha. See, Nightmare seems to have trust issues as well. Thus, would never work well in a pack. The only one he will ever show respect or kindness to, is his current mate.
History: Born in the coldest of winters. The icy famine and weather hardened his heart into a material stronger than diamond. Living with aneglectful mother in the mist of blizzards with no pack, was considered to be impossible for a young up. Nightmare, as proeven them all wrong. As he grew, his mother had several attempts to kill him, in all he ran or fought. His motehr also brought many rough males to the so called den, (more along the lines of a hole dug in the ground ) the males would tease and attack Nightmare, although it is considered cruel, it sharpened his wits and peaked cruelty in this young wolf. At one, he tried to leave, in the middle of a blizzard. His reasoning for leaving in such aharsh storm was his mother would not care enought o go look for him in the storm....
He was wrong. About a mile away from the den, he could here snarling, he looked behind him to see his mother, raged with anger, baring her teeth at him she lunged and gave him, one, the worst beating he has ever recievbed from any wolf. And 2, the many scars on his front legs. Eventually, his mother just ignored him completely no, acknoledgement, and no beatings. She wouldn't feed him or anything. Thus, Nightmare learned to hunt. He started with bugs, not a prefered delicacy, but it kept him alive...barely. After this his skills sharpened, as well as his claws. He started catching small birds and rabbits. He was a year and a half when he walked out, he continuously looked back, but his mother was too interested in a large, rust colored male to be bothered with her unwanted pup. A During his journeys, he had never found kindness. It seemed like something he felt if he could just inch farther, then he would grasp it. It never happened. He would take no pestering from crows, or anything else. He was always raged with anger. It seemd every other emotion had been drained out of him as a pup.
Nightmare has joined many packs, but he couldnt help himself and continously picked fights with other wolves. Thus, he was continuously, thrown out, and banished from the lands for life. As he aged, his fighting skills transformed from a squarrel of flying fur and teeth going every which way, to singular precision attacks. With very direct targets and rarely missing his mark. The defintion in his eyes, with time hazed out out of focus. However he never actually lost his sight, just the colors, unlike most wolves and dogs he can see no color at all, just shades of grey. However, although this has happened over time, along with it is increasingly keen hearing and sense of smell. Around the "no wolf's land" there wasnt much competition for food or any other survival factor. So he began to get cocky, over confident in everything he did, he didnt boast about, but in his mind and eyes, anyone could tell he felt superior after an accomplishment. Through out time of being banished from one place after the next, he arived to these lands, in search for a pernament home. But beware, this wolf is unreal, after all.... He's just a Nightmare...