Post by Lutan☼ on Oct 10, 2008 22:39:49 GMT -5
'prince of darkness
His true name is that of which must not be spoken by others. They called him Drake.
'you must have heard
Dark ones may call him Drake, if you are pure of heart though, best stay out of his way.
'not immortal
6 moonflights.
'feast of the blood
Great Plains Wolf .x. Unknown(to many mixed bloodlines)
'the dark will rise again
43 inches, barely reaching 44 inches.
Weighing nearly 200 pounds.
'shape shifter
Hellion.
'unleash the beast within
There is no happy ending with this guy. It's as if he has no emotions other than hate in his life. He knows exactly what love is, and it is extremely horrendous to him. He loaths "lovebirds" and "newly mates". Sickening. Drake, is not one you would call "mean" or "evil" he is much worse than that, oh yes. much worse. There is nothing more he loves than to feal the crushing of bones beneath his jaws. And the blood running down his throat. His temper, yes, it can be extremly violent. A pup, the most worthless thing to him other than pures, are none of his concern. S.x though, he could deal with that. A bit of a cannibal, this brute feasts upon everything. Blood and water are his main refreshments. Drake is a sort of "prototype"(just a metaphore). No wolf has ever seen anything worse. Drake walks as if he has the strength of 100 men. Though, it seems he does, he doesn't. The whole "worship" thing when he was younger, had made him a true "King". He is loyal to his name, and loyal to his fellow toys(to him, this is a friend), though if the time comes, he will destory anything. Even his own kind. Drake cares of nothing but power. He would do and kill just about anytihng to get it. He'd even sacrafice his own life for it.
'you better run, before I count to ten
Pitch black, though a small strange "scar" like design is imprinted on his neck. Like a bite mark and a slash. his pools are the blackest you will ever see. Looking into them is staring into a shark's. Dark, fearless and uncaring. Blood from battle is stained on his pelt for ever. His thick, heavy coat is rough and untouched. The blood is barely even noticable. A sort of "flame" burns in the ebon jewels of the brute. His large size will bring fear to even the toughest or evil of any fool willing to stand up to him. His fangs, a bit large for his cave, hang from his jaws, not alot though. Like a razor, his claws scrape the flesh from the bone, his teeth like an arrow, petruding through anything, and his jaws like a wrecking ball, crushing through anything.(except for rocks. . sillyhead). Not much to say about a large, charred, masculine stag.
'bring the pain
This brute was born perfect, well to his kind. he was treated as a king. Hated by many, love by more. Drake was always one to be almost worshiped. As if he had started the new fashion, or the new lines of something. His great great great great GREAT grandfather, Malvado Draco, the King of Darkness, the one whom had started it all, the blood of the evil, had foretold of a greatness to come. The one that would rise above others, and lead the dark ones to rise above all. Pure ones didn't believe in such a thing, and doubted the tale to come true, but it did come true. And that "one" was Drake. He was born some 600 years or so after Malvado Draco told of that tale. His mother, Oscuro Hembra otherwise known as Queen, knew that there was something different about Drake when he was born, for he was not right. His coat, his eyes, everything about him. Drake was born with his eyes open, and small teeth already petruding from his salmon gums. His eyes were like Great White's eyes. Dark, and hateful. Something about him told his mother that he was the one. the one that would rise above them. though, his pack did win the great battle between the Pure and Dark. They renamed the land about him, Kegelapan. Meaning, "Of Darkness". After the victory, Drake was gone, no one had seen him leave, and after that day, he hadn't returned. His mother died, and he came upon the vast structure of Sobibor, many of those who had potential, the darks of course, seemed to catch his attention, though he had one thing on his mind, power. Why anything else? He hated pups, the lust was nothing of his concern, and fame, why even bother? Fighting, and gaining was, and is his goal here.
'sing like the scorpian
Do you like?
'raised as a king
treated as a master, hated as a free roamer
His true name is that of which must not be spoken by others. They called him Drake.
'you must have heard
Dark ones may call him Drake, if you are pure of heart though, best stay out of his way.
'not immortal
6 moonflights.
'feast of the blood
Great Plains Wolf .x. Unknown(to many mixed bloodlines)
'the dark will rise again
43 inches, barely reaching 44 inches.
Weighing nearly 200 pounds.
'shape shifter
Hellion.
'unleash the beast within
There is no happy ending with this guy. It's as if he has no emotions other than hate in his life. He knows exactly what love is, and it is extremely horrendous to him. He loaths "lovebirds" and "newly mates". Sickening. Drake, is not one you would call "mean" or "evil" he is much worse than that, oh yes. much worse. There is nothing more he loves than to feal the crushing of bones beneath his jaws. And the blood running down his throat. His temper, yes, it can be extremly violent. A pup, the most worthless thing to him other than pures, are none of his concern. S.x though, he could deal with that. A bit of a cannibal, this brute feasts upon everything. Blood and water are his main refreshments. Drake is a sort of "prototype"(just a metaphore). No wolf has ever seen anything worse. Drake walks as if he has the strength of 100 men. Though, it seems he does, he doesn't. The whole "worship" thing when he was younger, had made him a true "King". He is loyal to his name, and loyal to his fellow toys(to him, this is a friend), though if the time comes, he will destory anything. Even his own kind. Drake cares of nothing but power. He would do and kill just about anytihng to get it. He'd even sacrafice his own life for it.
'you better run, before I count to ten
Pitch black, though a small strange "scar" like design is imprinted on his neck. Like a bite mark and a slash. his pools are the blackest you will ever see. Looking into them is staring into a shark's. Dark, fearless and uncaring. Blood from battle is stained on his pelt for ever. His thick, heavy coat is rough and untouched. The blood is barely even noticable. A sort of "flame" burns in the ebon jewels of the brute. His large size will bring fear to even the toughest or evil of any fool willing to stand up to him. His fangs, a bit large for his cave, hang from his jaws, not alot though. Like a razor, his claws scrape the flesh from the bone, his teeth like an arrow, petruding through anything, and his jaws like a wrecking ball, crushing through anything.(except for rocks. . sillyhead). Not much to say about a large, charred, masculine stag.
'bring the pain
This brute was born perfect, well to his kind. he was treated as a king. Hated by many, love by more. Drake was always one to be almost worshiped. As if he had started the new fashion, or the new lines of something. His great great great great GREAT grandfather, Malvado Draco, the King of Darkness, the one whom had started it all, the blood of the evil, had foretold of a greatness to come. The one that would rise above others, and lead the dark ones to rise above all. Pure ones didn't believe in such a thing, and doubted the tale to come true, but it did come true. And that "one" was Drake. He was born some 600 years or so after Malvado Draco told of that tale. His mother, Oscuro Hembra otherwise known as Queen, knew that there was something different about Drake when he was born, for he was not right. His coat, his eyes, everything about him. Drake was born with his eyes open, and small teeth already petruding from his salmon gums. His eyes were like Great White's eyes. Dark, and hateful. Something about him told his mother that he was the one. the one that would rise above them. though, his pack did win the great battle between the Pure and Dark. They renamed the land about him, Kegelapan. Meaning, "Of Darkness". After the victory, Drake was gone, no one had seen him leave, and after that day, he hadn't returned. His mother died, and he came upon the vast structure of Sobibor, many of those who had potential, the darks of course, seemed to catch his attention, though he had one thing on his mind, power. Why anything else? He hated pups, the lust was nothing of his concern, and fame, why even bother? Fighting, and gaining was, and is his goal here.
'sing like the scorpian
Do you like?
'raised as a king
treated as a master, hated as a free roamer
