Soul Eater
Six
Male
A dark ocean blue.
A dark char-coal grey, an almost black in color. In poor light, he will be midnight black, despite his markings. The neck front and belly at a shred lighter grey. Upon his face, going up to the end of the bridge of his nose, there is a blaze of dark chocolate color, which is hinted a little redder than normal. This exact same color can be found starting at the forehead, going out to each ear, rounding behind them without touching the ears, and making the shape of a half moon without even touching his neck. The color has become faded, like stain over time, even though they will never go away. It also appears they are done fading. Somehow this same color has also found itself on his front left paw, almost going up half way. His fur is thick, but also long. It's a lot to care for, but he can keep it the correct color. (32 inches high, 120 pounds)
Well, he's protective to those he cares most for, and if they are in danger, he might do something rash to protect them. He's also quiet friendly, and isn't shy to speak up, but he doesn't trust anybody even if he's in danger and they could help him. He loves music, and has no preference as to where it comes from or how it is made. He isn't scared of anyone, and he tends to do what he loves and wants to.
Imprint - Yes
Getting up, I head towards the sounds to see what's the matter. Arriving closer, a puppy comes into vision, and behind it, two male wolves of dark color, covered in blood. Leaping, I land behind the small creature, effectively halting the advance of the chasers. One of the pursuers launches himself at me, and taking a step forward, I snap at him with my jaws. Hitting the mark, I curl my neck before swinging. Once my teeth release him, he tumbles backwards into a tree, pine needles covering his pelt. Retreating, the pair of wolves appears to have given up on the fight. Sighing, I turn to gaze at the puppy, to see if the child is all right. The little creature is no where to be found.
Once I confirm that the puppy is not around any trees, simply hiding, my paws take me back to where the fight began. Lowering my muzzle to the ground, I take a sniff around, and manage to sort out which scent is the child's. Pricking my ears, I begin to follow the trail in hopes of finding the puppy. Following the trail, I hear a small yip in the distance, and pick up my pace. Turning around a tree, my eyes land on the fluffy, tan pup. It's fur has random splashes of what looks like a grayish color, and it's eyes are sky blue. The two little eyes land on me, and the puppy races over, tail between it's legs.
"Now, where is your mother?"
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