Translation: Italian to English; Evil One
Age: 3.5 years old
Tone: Gravley from lack of usage
Accent: Olden Italian
Physical Atributes: Pad to Shoulder; 42', Nose to Tail; 6.5Ft, Weight; 155Lbs.
Ect.: Scarring left side of snout, Bourbon(Orange)Occulars, Elongated fur forming a 'V' on his crown that follows down his spine, Black gums, Blood Orange tongue, Glowing saliva(faint better seen in low light).
Personality Traits: Reserved, Seemingly Mute most times, Prefers to shadow others from a distance, Can be unintentionally Charming when opened up.
Anthem when Hunting: Devils Whisper~Raury
Anthem when simply Roaming: I spoke to the Devil in Miami~XXXTentation
Anthem when in Battle: King of the Dead~XXXTentation
BackStory Pt. 1; The begining.
Anthem: Devil Eyes~Hippie Sabotage (extended version)
A petite lone dame could be seen cutting through the undergrowth of the wood pace brisk as she treaked quite a distance from her pack not truly a loner. As she nears a large uprooted tree the lass could be seen glancing around caustiosly before her figure would relax noticably. Offering several soft yappy cries the dame would grow still, from within the roots of the tree den movement could be seen before a streak of fiery color exited the cave in the form of a 6 month old russet pup. From the day he was born his mother knew she could never bring him to the pack as she had his siblings. From his blazing coat to his burning bourbon gaze the cur was, different. Within the first six weeks his mother began to notice how his saliva appeared to glow, and shortly after that the fur down his spine grew longer in a mane like way that when startled made the youth look rather unholy and out of place. It goes without mention that his seemingly orange tongue alone would be enough to make the virle stand out. So the dame kept him hidden away in the distant den, which was scattered in the many hare carcasses she'd bring the pup to feed on, as the days grew to weeks and months the sire would grow steadily begining to fill his massive pads.
It was a mid summer day when his mother was begining her departure that the young Malvagio would grow rather bold. Tired of his days spent in the ever shrinking den the confident pup would trail silently after his mother, many yards behind as he used her scent to guide himself. Being alone for so long with no one to conversate with the sire would trail many scents, his nose rather strong, it only added to his curiosity seeing as his mother would arrive with many strange scents lingering on her coat of relatives he'd yet to meet. Once arrived he'd loose sight of his mother, the ghostly pale dame dissappearing into a crowd of other bodies who'd greet her with waving banners and playful whines. From within the wood the young cur would take a weary yet rather brave step forward exiting the treeline. It would be several moments before a single wolf would notice the russet pup. The omega, friendly and playful would bound forward her scent reeking of musky pine and wet dirt as she pawed at the brute neck outstretched as she scented him. The young cur would stiffen at the strangers greeting the elongated fur bristling uncomfortably as he offered an awakward wave of his own banner neck held straight up as his audits would pin themselves to his skull. Pulling back the dark brown almost black dame would allow her tassle to slowly fall as she took in the pups look, his mohawked styled mane causing her discomfort as she retreated several steps glancing over her shoulder as others began to notice the strange little sire. Remaing in his stiffened stance the cur would allow his haunting gaze to flit over the figures of the approching wolves offering a playful chuff along with a few stamps of his frontal pads. As the gathering grew it wasnt long before a higher ranking figure, much larger than that of the omega and subordinates he'd recently met, would draw near snapping his chops to the others to remove their presence and make way for himself. Lowering her figure the omega remainded closest her hazel lumminaries wide with anxitey as she watched the scene unfold. The large ashen colored brute, who would turn out to be the beta, would halt his movements several feet from the half year old maw rippling exposing gleaming ivories as his audits fell beside his crown in a rather disgusted grimance. Malvagio's scent was unnatural, a combination of peppermint, rain and, something ill. Noting this the charcoal sire would allow a rumbling growl to errupt from his chest as he drew near, rolling onto his back instinctivly the pup would offer a continuious wave of his tassle along with a whine. It was this whine that would alert his unaware mother as her frame turned to the gathering. Getting between the pair the dark omega attempted to soothe the notibly angered beta only to gain an infuriated snarl as he launched himself at the omega snarls, snaps, and whines filling the audits of all who were near. Loping over the powered dame would gaze wide eyed at her pup in the midest of it all, now frame low on his belly as he glanced about frightened and in shock before his bourbon gaze would find his mothers comforting features. Crawling over on his belly the pup would whine as his mother nudged him into the wood worry etched into her features, the fight in the background growing in number as many subordinates took to reminding the darker dame of her place. "You must go." The pale dame spoke softly leading the pup away,"They will not accept you here." Glancing up to his mother confused the cur would begin to question her only to be shushed in responce,"You musn't return my love." Bourbon gaze filling with blackened tears the youth would whine rather loudly, unknowingly regaining the attention of the others as they began to rush over questions filling the air,"Run! Run Malvagio! And don't look back!" The mother cried out as the pup darted off. Snarls belonging to his mother being heard from behind his short frame followed by snaps and shouts. After what felt like hours the sounds grew distant before falling silent all together. Huddled deep within the den the young sire would wait, many suns passing without a single sign of his mother. Growing hunger would drive the pup from his familar home, his story just begining.
Just a lil something on a new persona of mines that I rp on WQ I've grown rather attatched to him but yeah enjoy c: