Twist
Age:
18 human years
Gender:
Male
Appearance:
Large pitch-black brute with icy blue eyes and a white mask like marking covering his face, his coat is also emphasized by dark brown spots. Twist is lean and muscular standing 5'3 and weighing 100 lbs. He has a long him tail and depends more on speed than brute strength, and this is clearly visible in his strides. with his dark coat and white scull like markings Twist tends too look like a floating face while running in the dark. Twists head is always held high in pride and his chest always pushed forward, when running the struggle for freedom is disable in his energetic leaps and long powerful strides.
Fur Color :
Twist stands out with is black as night undercoat and his wet earth brown overcoat
Eye Color :
Royal Blue
Markings : He has a scull like mask marking covering his face and very dark brown leopard spots
Height :
5' 3"
Weight :
100 pounds
Personality:
Twist is a large brute with a strong sense of pride and a lack of control over his emotions. As a pack wolf and one of the fastest and well trained soldiers he tends to think allot about imself and “struts his stuff” often. With his big ego and strong personality he tends to get into trouble quite often, even with all his flaws he always sticks up for his friends and is known as a wolf of passion. When he has his mind set on something he will fight until he has it… or he dies. He has an eye for beauty thus appreciating the finer things in life. Twist will always fight for what he believes is right and for the freedom of him and his pack. Twist is a strong warrior with a brave heart but with a big head.
History:
Chased away when he was only 2 moons Twist has always lived life as a loner and as part of the shadows.He grew up, and learned the basics from a female who had her own litter named Fraya. At 4 moons he tried to go back home but found his parents and siblings dead, murdered, Twist went on a rampage and at 7 moons found the wolves who took his family, with the forrest on his side he got his revenge walking away with a scared eye, torn ears and a broken heart. Wallowing in the hurt he lost himself. After he got over the trauma his heart was locked up, his trust almost imposable to gain, his soul was dark. At 8 moons Twist joined a pack hoping that the hate he was filled with could be put to good use and now as a warrior he is still trying to find himself.
In story form:
Twist stood before his father crouched low to the ground ears flattened to his head the cold wind sent shivers down his spine and down to his paws dug deep into the freezing snow “I...I’m sowwy daddy” he pleaded but his father kept looking at him sternly “leave” his father said “leave and don’t ever come back”. With his tail between his legs Twist crawled away heading towards the only place he didn’t know, the Forrest. Scared and unsure he ran trough the forest the ground hardening under is paws and strange sounds creeping into his ears, fear slowly overtook him as a huge bird swooped over him sending his fur swaying as it pasts and then snatching a rat from a near bush and carrying it into the unknown. After a long night in the hard scratchy trunk of a tree, hiding from the freezing winter winds Twist set out looking for a new family and a new place to stay. Blood red fires that burned him to is core raged and cold winds that stung like shards of ice blew in the two moons Twist haunted the forest. The ghost of a warm summer day swimming through the endless shadows cast by the towering trees and thick undergrowth. Blue eyes glistening he crouched as a fat fluffy rabbit bound past a dandelion and sent the sweet smell of fresh meat towards the hungry warrior, ears twitching he started towards it slowly, carefully putting one foot in front of the other when a loud screech echoed, bouncing back and forth against the trees, fear stricken but curious he ran towards the sound. Twist slowed down as his eye caught red covering the grass, the salty smell of blood slowly creeping towards him, slowly he lowered his nose to the ground and anger filled sorrow flooded him “mom” he whispered and followed the smell. Slowly memories flickered in his eyes as he noticed the place that he has been looking for, this was the home he was chased away from. With his nose to the ground Twist followed the scent and found 3 little bodies huddled under some undergrowth, just a little further away lay the bodies of his mother and father. With tear filled eyes he followed the scent of the bandits who raided his family, after four moons of searching he was filled with hate and trained in battle and survival. Wanting revenge more than anything his hate leads him to the murderers and Twist fought with the strength he gained throughout his moons alone, claws at the ready he pounced injuring the first in a surprise attack and without hesitation jumped on the other. The battle didn’t last long and Twist, with his scars stinging and his torn ear burning he stood smirking at the blood filled bodies even though it felt as if exhaustion would defeat him. Feeling worse about himself he ran east and met the leader of the pack, a huge black animal that smelt of mildew and hate, covered in pink marking setting his history of war apart from his thick black coat. Seeing Twist as a kindred spirit he invited him to join his pack and took him in as his own apprentice. Trained to be angry and hate Twist became lost even more than he was in the past. Every now and then he would think of the family he had and then realize that somehow even when it seems so far away , the first thing he must find on the road to peace is himself…