Cafall

[~Ice Blitz~]

Name: Cafall (Ka-Vall)
Meaning: King Arthur's Dog
Age: 3 Years
Gender: Male
Pack: Rafaern
Rank: Gamma or scout

Description: This brute resembles neither his siblings or his parents. Instead, he takes after his uncle, a coward of a wolf. He is neither tall, or short, his build being somewhere in the middle. His fangs are a bright ivory white, and his eyes a dangerous golden brown. His coat seems to have the normal shades of a normal gray wolf, but upon closer inspection, is much, much darker. Cafall would tell you this is because of his personality, but in reality, its due to the recessive genetics he picked up from his father. He could have been his uncle's identical twin, which, as you can imagine, caused quite an outrage when he lost his puppy brown and began to develop his adult colors.

The brute had no bodily scars, though he has been in many fights. His paws are large, allowing perfect aptitude when walking upon ice or snow. His build is lithe, and allows him to very easily scamper about unseen in the bushes. His tail, though once very proud, now lays crooked, having been broken at least once, and healed funny. There are a few smaller scars on his muzzle, but nothing so bad as to impede fur growth.

Personality: Cafall isn't so much blood thirsty as he is sneaky and manipulative. His father hated him, and rarely wanted him around, so he got to be quite talented at watching and making himself invisible. He will not hesitate to use anyone, and does not have friends. He is the polar opposite from his insane brother, and his self-righteous sister.

This wolf does not really respect others, though he will do what he's told. He's never known what friendship was, and really couldn't give two shits about it. He doesn't like pups, or whiners, or really other wolves in general. The only thing that gives him peace anymore is the knowledge that his father is dead, as well as his disgusting brother. The brother that his father really loved. Not that his family has fallen, and gone, he can finally officially return to his homeland, and continue once more to wreck havoc amongst the packs.

[~Ice Blitz~]

Appearance: This brute resembles neither his siblings or his parents. Instead, he takes after his uncle, a coward of a wolf. He is neither tall, or short, his build being somewhere in the middle. His fangs are a bright ivory white, and his eyes a dangerous golden brown. His coat seems to have the normal shades of a normal gray wolf, but upon closer inspection, is much, much darker. Cafall would tell you this is because of his personality, but in reality, its due to the recessive genetics he picked up from his father. He could have been his uncle's identical twin, which, as you can imagine, caused quite an outrage when he lost his puppy brown and began to develop his adult colors.

His build is lithe, and allows him to very easily scamper about unseen in the bushes. Due to this his gait and movements in general appear to the average viewer to flow, or to have some, slight feminine characteristic to them. He is fleet of foot, and most often moves before one knows it. He gets an emotion one could call joy out of 'appearing' behind someone when they're not looking, and spooking them when they turn around.

The brute had no bodily scars, though he has been in many fights. His paws are large, allowing perfect aptitude when walking upon ice or snow. His tail, though once very proud, now lays crooked, having been broken at least once, and healed funny. There are a few smaller scars on his muzzle, but nothing so bad as to impede fur growth.

Personality: Cafall is, well, different. In his most normal state of mind, he appears to be more sneaky and manipulative then blood thirsty. He is, to the average good creature, nothing more then a wormy, pathological liar. His father hated him, and rarely wanted him around, so he got to be quite talented at watching and making himself invisible. He will not hesitate to use anyone, and does not have friends.

This wolf does not really respect others, though he will do what he's told, only if in a pack like situation, which he usually avoids. He's never known what friendship was, and really couldn't give two shits about it. He doesn't like pups, or whiners, or really, any other wolves in general. The only thing that gives him peace anymore is the knowledge that his father is dead, as well as his disgusting brother. The brother that his father really loved.

Cafall is more, however, then a snivling, manipulative brat, but only during certain times of his 'cycle'. Only when something author Jeff Lindsay might term as the 'Dark Passenger' is driving. If Cafall lived in the human world, chances are, he would be classified simply, as a sociopath, and a serial killer. He has yet to have moved up to taking canine life, but does seem to get a paticular pleasure out of killing lesser forms of life, like rabbits and deer, and will hunt them even when he's not hungry. During these times, he is move serious, and though still creepily intelligent-finds he is less apt to concentrate on manipulation until after he's fufilled his urges.

History: Long story. XD