You smell [EXCITED]

[SNAPJAW!]

[Warning;;This bio is pretty sick. 16+ Mature.]

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NAME F i l t h

GENDER B r u t e

AGE O n e

BIRTH DATE M a r c h 17

SPECIES H e e v l a n e

LEAVE MY JAWS STARVING FOR FLESH

Disgusting. One glance says it all. Filth's greasy fur is dark gray, almost black, tangled and filled with clumps of dirt and dry blood from lack of cleaning. Its spiked high on the back of his neck and is infested with fleas, ticks, and occasional mites. He usually scratches his mangled hide with his long blood stained nails till he bleeds, adding to the mess Filth calls fur, or picks them out and spits them on the ground after crushing them between his teeth. He has a strong musty smell that easily over powers other scents and his breath is sour and can sting noses into being unable to smell anything for a short while. Monstrous and huge, he stands 8 feet from the tip of his toes to his pointed ears and on his hind legs hes a gigantic 12 feet tall, with a muscular build. His tail is short and stubby, 5 inches long 5 inches wide, and is unable to be used in a submissive or dominant way. Powerful as a crocodiles, Filth's jaws are equipped with two sets of 6 inched canines that come to a sharp point, able to cut through flesh like warm butter and crush skulls like walnuts. They gained, along with his other teeth, a yellowish coating from eating rotting animals rather than fresh ones. Filth's eyes are bright ocean blue, but appear violent and dangerous, able to send chills down any wolf spine. He has a strong immune system, but weak stomach to sweet smells like flowers, and loses his lunch frequently. Filth knows no respect and is consistently attacked by those with a higher rank than his own. Hes rarely accepted into a pack because of his lack of respect and unstable temperament. But hes a great fighter and is an valuable warrior to have, always eager to be of service.

SLICE ME UP, CRACK OPEN MY RIBS

Filth is a sadistic masochistic, meaning hes not bothered by hurting another wolf, even if they are close to him, and loves the feeling of unbearable pain. He may seem kind at times, but its all an act, just to trick someone into doing something he wants or just to kill them later. Filth treats females horribly. He uses them for his sick games and abuses them often. He never keeps his females for more than one or two days, and usually kills them when hes done with them, leaving their corpses to rot in the middle of their pack camp grounds or an overpopulated area. They are usually really young and he doesn't even try to mask his scent, he leaves it there so everyone knows it was him who killed. When a female in Filth's pack, or in other packs, goes through their first heat cycle, he harasses her until they submit to him, letting him take her virginity, or he simply drowns her if she doesn't except. Males are also subjects to his sexual abuses, but is more violent with them, coking them to death most of the time while raping them. But it doesn't end there. Filth is a necrophiliac, and will take the bodies of his dying victims to a secluded area where he will continue to rape with them until the body goes cold. When Filth fights he slowly tares off parts of his opponents body starting with the ears and tail and ending with the head. It is a very painful death. Or when he doesn't feel like getting his fur dirty he simply sits on his opponent and crushes their lungs, laughing the whole time. He only gets up once the dead wolf lost all its warmth. Sometimes Filth will 'play' with the dying wolf by throwing them around and breaking there limbs, he also bases the wolfs skull into solid rock, killing them instantly. Its hard to run from Filth when excitement and adrenalin is coursing through his veins, it gives him a dangerous burst of speed, its better to fight him then run from him. But there is a way to get away from Filth without fighting, playing dead. He doesn't know a dead body from a living one. If you do fight him You could use his weight against him and bring him to a area where he wouldn't be able to move around without having some trouble, like a bog or a swamp (he hates water, and fears it). Hes not very smart when he fights and only concentrates on drawing blood, you could use a quick strategy on him. And you could also bargain with him by promising him something like a female or a rotting bull elk/Ram. Filth's temperament is extremely unstable, and he is prone to random fits of rage which usually result in an unsuspecting pack member getting severely injured or even killed. Everyone who meets Filth are instantly disgusted and repulsed by him, but even so, most also fear him and would rather submit to his desires than be killed.

I'M SUFFOCATING, TELL ME I'M GOING TO BE OKAY
Are you afraid
Of this impressive mess I've made.
Why do you cry and shake with fear?

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In the great jaws of a massive black brute was a pups mangled corps. Blood from the limp body dripped in streams out of the wolfs mouth and onto the green grass, painting it crimson. Filth let the tiny corpse fall to the ground, then he licked the sweet blood off his maw before twisting his face into a grin. What stood at the black brutes paws was a small white female, about the same age as his own, shivering and curled back into submission. Filth brought his great maw close to her face, letting his hot sour breath brush against her white fur. "Your brother didn't accept my kind offer.. Will you play with me?" Filth growled, his whole body shaking with excitement. The white she wolfs eyes widened and a tiny puddle of urine formed on the ground below her. Laughing, Filth grabbed her by her scruff, digging his huge canines in her flesh, and threw her to the side. She managed to get up, eyes wide and panicked looking for the best way to run, but the massive brute held her down with his weight. Filth mounted her, stabbing his nails deep into her stomach and pulling her ears back in his jaws. The whole time he was raping her he would moan between laughs and bury his nails in deeper. Her insides where starting to get cold, the white wolf had already died but Filth had no clue at all. He still kept at it, moving his rump faster, pushing down hard, and then letting her corpse fall to the ground. With a sigh of satisfaction, Filth sat on his rump and began to lick the sticky semen off his black fur, swallowing an occasional tick or flea. When Filth was finished doing a bad job at cleaning himself, he looked around at the mess he'd made. Blood oozed onto the grass from the white wolfs ripped stomach, releasing an alluring scent into the air. Filth tested her taste on the tip of his tongue, to him it tasted no different then the deer he eats. He bit into her stomach and ate greedily, stopping only to swallow and take a breathe. As his stomach filled, slowly the white wolfs beautiful features where ripped away by fierce fangs.
Licking the blood off his maw, Filth admired his work. He had ever so carefully tore skin around the dead she wolfs mouth to make her look like she was grinning. Crows had gathered in the trees around him, waiting to eat the remains he'd left for them. Filth's muzzle was twisted into a grin as he backed away into the shadows of tall trees, almost invisible except for his violent blue eyes and yellow teeth the seemed to glow through the darkness. The crows descended upon the two corpses, like a mass of flies, picking, tearing, fighting, it was alluring to Filth. memorized, he watched the birds, feeling a bit aroused. Right then and there, 3 things happened. A female with fur as dark as the crows feathers burst through the trees, sending the black birds flying in all directions. She turned and snarled towards Filth, who looked quite entertained, but noticed it wasn't him the wolf was threatening. Three bulky males came into the clearing, one had a nasty scratch on his muzzle and was screaming at the other two. "Fucking kill her! Don't just stand there!" He snarled, licking the blood off his snout. At the smell of blood, Filth stepped in, blocking the males path with his enormous size. Two of the males backed off, eyes wide with fear, while their leader stared at the massive wolf with such hatred. "Well boys?! What the hell are you waiting for?!" The leader barked. "T-t-that's Filth. He k-killed his whole pack in less than a d-day.." One of the two males answered. Angry, their leader walked towards Filth, grinning. "Yeah, hes just all tAL-" Filth grabbed the leaders muzzle in his enormous jaws with one quick movement, and bit down hard, crushing his nose and breaking his jaw. The body went limp and fell from Filth's mouth before he grinned at the males, daring them to try something. Laughing when they did nothing, he whispered, "Looks like I'm your leader now. Don't try and run." The two males shook with fear but obeyed, flanking Filth quickly as he turned toward the black female and smiled. "Sorry about that. My boys wont hurt you, will you boys?" The males shook their heads quickly, not daring to make eye contact. "The names Filth, you must have a pretty name to go along with a pretty face" Inside, Filth was laughing, he watched the female close, knowing that she didn't completely buy his bad acting but she told him her name anyway. "Amaris." Then she looked around the clearing at the dead pups, "What happened here?" She demanded, eying Filth cautiously, who simply shrugged. Filth walked closer to her, circling her once. "I think... It went something like this.." He smiled. Suddenly, Filth snapped his teeth around Amaris's hind leg and pulled it out from underneath her, causing her to slam hard into the grass and yelp in pain. The massive brute slammed a huge paw onto her face to shut her up, extending his long yellow nails. He chuckled once, raking his nails across her face, down her spine, pass her flank, and ending on her leg. Now she was even more beautiful to Filth than before. Letting her go, Filth barked commands to the two brutes and Amaris struggled to stand. "Pin her head down. Ass up." They quickly obeyed, grabbing the she wolfs head and pounding her head into the ground, holding her down tightly. And just as he'd done to the white wolf, Filth mounted her, digging his nails into her flank as he slid into her. She squirmed and growled as Filth raped her savagely, the males watched in horror, holding her tighter as her whole body moved in sink with Filth's. A bug landed of one of the males nose, who fought the urge to sneeze with out much success. ACHOO! The brute sneezed, letting go of Amaris who kicked Filth in the stomach with great force and broke free. Shaking with anger, Filth turned on the male, grabbing his neck between his powerful jaws and trowing him into a nearby tree. The body went limp, and a violent shudder went through the other males body as the huge black brute approached him and grabbed his head, shattering his skull in his powerful jaws.
Blood drenched Filth's coat, and the powerful smell of blood filled his head. He looked around for Amaris but she was probably long gone by now. He'd let her go, but next time he sees her he'll stop her heart for sure.

Depriving, isolating all that I feel,
Leaving me with images I know are not real.
I Don't know how much I can take..
I think I am losing my mind

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SHE'S PINK INSIDE JUST LIKE MY OTHER TOYS

["Love?"]
It's unknown if such a thing COULD happen to Filth.

[COMMENTS;;]
[Sick, isn't he?]

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uhm; very interesting character...? lol, i liked the history. I read it like a book, very well done.