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[Isilzheha the Impure]

NAME: --- isilzheha the impure

GENDER: --- brute

AGE: --- four and a half

BIRTH DATE: --- May 28

SPECIES: --- heevlane

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DESCRIPTION:

--- His body is built, muscles bulging and prominent. His pelt is a sleek black. The tips are sheened with crimson, however, and this coloring shines in the light. He has deep red swirls upon his flanks...the color of freshly shed blood. His eyes are a deep amber, but around the pupils is a darker red, blending with the amber. He is tall and muscular. A brute to be reckoned with. A scar runs along his side, thick and prominent. His fur is full and thick. His ears are sharp-looking, the left one slightly chewed up. The other has a piece missing, and both are tipped with crimson. His fangs are sharp and blood-stained, showing the world his bouts of murder.

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PERSONALITY:

--- A tough shell guards his spectral inner core. He is sarcastic and witty, always able to twist a mind beyond repair. Well, not always, but that just proves to everyone how determined he is to mess you up. He is aloof of strangers, and his confidence is high...in himself. He can be quite the egocentric, cocky here and there. That's where he generally messes up. He is harsh and never dependent on others. He's watchful and powerful. He is vastly intelligent, and hardly lets anything stand in his way of what he wants. He is cautious, and hard to love and be loved upon. He does not do too well with others, and he is quite obtrusive of others. He can be nosy, but most of the time he's a loner.

A fighter at heart, Isilzheha can be judgmental and tends to look forward to meeting other male dogs. He tries to stir up a fight, always confident he'll win. He has a harsh, merciless side, as well. He can become very demonic, raging up and down if something clicks in his mind. He is temperamental, and never shy around the females. Mostly because he is flirtatious. He tends to mess around alot, yet always remains on his toes. He is ever cautious, and it's hard to sneak up on this sneaky creature.

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HISTORY:

--- Death. Pain. Destruction. Plague. Kindness. All these I have known, and none have ever done any good for me. I was brought into this world by "the most perfect father and mother". They claimed that I could not have had any better. They claimed that I was safe, with kindness in my heart and that I would grow up to survive this world in peace. Peace got me nowhere. I had lived my few months with a blind hope that peace held the key to a long, healthy life. I had learned how to hunt by my father, and learned how to take care of myself by my mother. Most of it came natural, and my neutral stature in this world was just as it was....neutral. I would have lived a life where I would have grown up to be more kind, more good-tempered, but that's when sickness broke out. A deadly plague took that side of the lands, and I had no clue to of what the plague was. In fact, at the time I had no idea what the word 'plague' meant. My mother and father told me, and my two siblings. Had I mentioned them? No, I suppose I hadn't. I had two siblings, one brother and one sister. They were rushed, and we all tried to move the lands completely, to not even face the plague with any hope of surviving. Most said it was because of some sort of evolution in bacteria, but others said it was just the Devil getting back at what God had created. I knew nothing of the various gods or devils, all I knew was my family and the world around me. I stood by my family, and together we all tried to escape the sickness, but it was no use.

Maybe it is original, the way my sister and brother caught the sickness and eventually died off, leaving me the only pup and my mother and father grieving. Perhaps it was how many stories were told, but I had a different feeling. I had a feeling that I was made to live to see something...something about the world. I was almost a year at this point, and after laying by my siblings and watching them die, I grew darker. If there was a God, why was He letting this happen to those that had showed me nothing but joy and safety and love. Why would He take it all? Not that I knew too much about anything, but I just continued my life. What could I do? My mother and father grew stressed and even more depressed, and I was almost left by myself. I may as well have been. I came to witness the death of other creatures, and I learned to fight real quick. Not to say that I didn't collect my fair share of scars from it. I had gotten my body mauled, my ears torn and my lips cracked. Though as they say,"Everything's going to get worse before it gets better." I sort of believed that. As my mother and father continued to die off every day, aging older because of their depression, I grew to be more hateful and contemptuous of the world and what it withheld. Many a beast came across us, and tried to off us three, yet it was me that kept my parents alive. I didn't know what else to do. I traveled farther every day, away from them, and I saw so many new things. And I soon was quick to learn that the world was not all shining families and easy times.

I had learned kindness, I had learned plague, I had learned death. All that was left was pain and destruction. The destruction comes first, for it is now a most favorite thing in my life. Though I was only one, I was forever learning, my mind twisting and my heart blackening. I watched as my parents began to slowly wilt away where they always were laying, crying for their lost offspring. I have never known depression to take a creature of the Wild like this. I was confounded, but it soon became a thing that I hated, seeing my parents. As I remained by their side, trying to wait for them to die on their own or simply get up and go about their lives, it was then that the band of brutes came screaming and screeching their way over our portion of the land. They were viscious and never had any qualm about killing us off. They simply went on a maurauding streak, taking down whomever opposed or was in their way. We were simply in their way. So they proceeded to try and take us down. I was lucky that I, a smaller, younger, and more inexperienced beast, didn't die that day. For I was fighting alone, and my parents would gladly accept death as their savior from their pain.

I, however, did not want this pain or the early death. Perhaps anyone hearing my story would assume right off the get go that my pain came not from these brutes, but from a lover or perhaps a closer beast. No...the pain indeed came from these wolves. They inflicted it upon me terribly, and still I fought until they eventually turned their back upon me and went about their way. Maybe it was luck, maybe it was the fact that they were used to others crumbling beneath them, maybe it was both. I did not know, and did not care to know. I was angered beyond my capacity, though, when I found that my parents had remained there, watching their one and only offspring begin to die and bleed out in front of them. It took me months to recover, and when I did, I wrecked my vengeance upon those two. I murdered them in cold blood, tearing out their throats and opening them wide open until they eventually bled out and died. I did not kill them directly, oh no, for I wanted them to suffer a thousand times more than I did. They had watched their two pups be killed by the plague, then they watched themselves get punished and killed by their own remaining son that they themselves had watched begin to die. So without remorse I turned off and plodded along my way, growing colder and more devious in my ways. My soul was drenched in the hatred, loathing, and bloodshed that was covering my whole entire life. I grew bad-tempered, and never once let anyone close to me. I was solitary, and will always remain solitary.

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eSYNC:
LOOKING: --- Nay

AGE RANGE: --- Generally four or so

LOOKS FOR IN A WOLF:

--- Looks, personality, abilities, and intelligence. Though he's not looking.

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COMMENTS: --- Negatory.

LINKS:

--- Nope.

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