Padding silently through the night, my originally bright colored cloak turned into the darkest shadow in the forest. My personality? Not much better-worse by far, and yet I have survived from my badly encounters; returning with more pride, and extra scars that slithed across my pink skin, each in which I called prizes. Normally if your eyes beheld me, you would think of me as good; an innocent with no blood shed, but look deeper into my soulles eyes and what do you see? Come close enough to do so and you won't see another day, so think twice between your decisions, and think wisely for they may be your last choices. Perhaps growing up as a warrior in training, to ending up as an assassin really took a chunk out of my good mortality, something I lacked completely since my teen years. Needless to say, there was such a change I would cross sides once again, but I will leave that up to my destiny-only time would tell. Now to my present days: I am indeed an early adult, a year or two into matuarity, but lacking my self control for bloodlust. Of course, that all seemed to fade away when it came to my desirable charms when it came to the ladies. It all came natural, really. The cocky grin that seemed to melt them to my paws, even with twistedness caused by the scar that ran fromt he bottom of my left eye and down my muzzle until it ended with a gash from my upper lip to my lower jaw. Mayhaps it was the husky rasp to my lilting voice, or my innocent, handsome appearance-one could never be sure what went on in a vixen's mind, but one could always dream of what wheels were turning in their devious minds. Take Ambrosia for example-the ebony ess and I tok our departance at a very young age, being best friends since the day we were born-and yet she was so mischevious; playing the unexpected cards at the most precise times to display. One of these days I will figure out there manpulative ways, the determination is heavy.

The full moon casted shadows into the darkness of the night, showering the land with hell-like creatures that seemed to watch your every move. Every figure was an ebony sillouette, one in particular gracing the terra with its presence. The ghastly figure moved swiftly through the trees, menuevering its way quickly until it pounced-my weekly prey was caught. Odd enogh how such a small meal could last me seven days, how full my stomach became as I greedily tore open the carcus of the poor creature and tearing out its meat. Oh, how I loved to watch the scarlet liquid spill from the torn flesh of my prey-it brought a true, pleasured smile to my dial before the spark that had so recently ignited faded as quickly as I had came. As my masculine frame crouched to scan the area, thick clouds passing over the only light source left in the sky as I did so, resulting in utter darkness. The eerie night grew suddenly silent, and perhaps if I wasn't the spawn of the Devil himself, I would have shivered in the expectations of the worst to happen, but here I was as the fearless and emotionless bastard whom has been told as coldhearted and frightening. If I were you, I would believe what the stories about my life have told you, because most of these so-called 'myths' about my past are true. Heed my warning and stay cautious, I may not look like much, but I am a lethal weapon from the inside out; an assassin at heart. Some say I was forced into such cruel actions-and half of that is true, but the other part was of full free will, and pleasure it did bring to be murdering on alpha's orders. Top of the list, but kept as a secret until the day my leader was defeated. Everyone was exhiled-including the world's most deadly weapon.

Pushing off into a steady lope, my senses tingled to the longing to spring in the direction of Munashii Gekko, reasoning all behind that it was the darkest of all the packs in Blossom Forest. All are said to be viscious, cold hearted of sorts, each of great skill and cunning. Any other time I would avoid my conscience, but it just so happens I was out of sorts today. The voice in my ingenious mind urged me forward, controlling my lengthy pillars to the point where I wouldn't bring myself to slow my pace. My breathes became faster, coming in short bursts as I closed in on my destination, which I in fact had no clue where it was in the first place until the scent hit my nose. The dominating perfume danced within my nostirls, causing my nose to wrinkle as I dug paws into the soil, my momentum making it difficult to halt before the borders. One paw slid of the territory line by accident, but as my muscular body came to a halt, I immediatly backed up. Chocolate oculurs scanned the terrain, catching every single protruding objects upon the landscape in search for a living varg. For a moment I closed my eyes and breathed in the dangerous scent of the domain, catching the scent of recent markings before I opened my eyes once more to show my sharp vision. For the moment being, I dug my talons into the tossed soil as I clenched my muscles, throwing my handsome crown into the air. My ears flick backwards as my jowls part open into an oval type shape and let out a long demanding howl, a challenging tone deep within it. As my echoing call came to its resolution, a devious snarl took its place until my rumbles subsided completely. At that moment I stood to my full height, proud and full of hope; I knew this challenge wasn't going to be just another breeze in the wind, it was going to take a chunk out of me-literally, but I had a reassuring mind to tell me I knew I would come out on top.

V O L B E A T

male | adult | mateless | pupless | packless | unranked | word count: 1037
ooc: ahhh. This is action kind of short :( It will get more descriptive later<3 I noticed the pack has been a little inactive lately, perhaps I could make it a bit more active ;) This is my first challeng so hehe