Whispers in the Dark\\ Amaroq

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name; Amaroq
age; 3 years
gender; Male
breed; Timber Wolf
song; Whispers in the Dark by Skillet

Desired Pack;
Probably Ebire as an Omega?

Appearance;

Amaroq has a strange build for a male. Though he is considerably taller than your average female, he is built quite thin. Dispite this his stucture is strong and his muscles evident. He was built for speed rather than brute strength. This is not to say he couldn't hold his own if in a fight but it definatly makes him more likly fight with words alone.

His pelt is diluted. Not the vibrant charcoal color that most would expect to find on a Timber Wolf. His coat is mostly a rich cream color, topped with darker tan, greys and flecks of black. His eyes are also slightly beyond the norm as they are not just gold. Amaroq's eyes are a rich hazel, an intoxicating mix of bronze and blue.

Personality;

Amaroq is obsessive, curious, paranoid and somewhat mysterious. Once he lays claim upon something nothing shall change it, whether it is a piece of land, a kill or a female. But it can be hard to tell what he calls his own because he keeps encounters with others few and far apart, preferring to observe his claim from a distance.

He doesn't pay any attention to pack boarders. Instead he randomly lays claim upon what he feels he should own. This can get him into some sticky situations because there is not a part of him that would admit he was in the wrong for claiming already owned land. It's not even clear that he fully understands that the land was previously owned. He'll defend it as if it had been his own for years. He can be found on anyone's land or eatting anyone's kill. Ranks do not mean a thing to him just as territories do.

Amaroq is very flirtatious and will bend his personality to that of his female audience. Some would describe him by being so obcessed as being addicted to the femmas. If the female before him is submissive he will be very forward and if the female is the aggressor he will instantly become her persistant servant. Whether they want his attention or not. In fact once they part ways, while the female may believe there encounter has ended... in fact it's only just begun.

He's been known to stalk females for anywhere for days to months after their meeting. Watching them while they sleep, eat and go about their lives. It wouldn't be unusual for him to appear just to show other wolves that he already laid claim upon her. Jealously is a strong characteristic of his. Other pack members or even her mate will not be able to intimade him to leave for good. Sometimes conflicts even keep him around longer because the challenge keeps things more interesting.

There has yet to be a clear line left to define what makes him eventually leave... so until then... you'll never be alone.

History:

Amaroq's past is not much to speak about. Both of his parents had long been rouges and he grew up on unclaimed land without any idea of pack structures. As soon as he was old enough he left his parents and lived on his own catching small game and wandering.

RP example;

This is my most recent post with my slightly twisted pup from Shattered Alley, named Reno.

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The pups white gloves grew dark with the dirt and dust under the bleachers. His small paws curled, digging into the cold dirt below them with slight angst, if only he knew what to do. Talking with this creature was growing uncomfortable but he still couldn’t bring himself to just get up and leave. With the same force that drug him to this location, his own body just as scrap of metal he was tied close to the twisted magnet.

The dog’s unearthly voice carried a strange tone as it bounced around in the metal rafters of the bleachers. Reno’s head reached upward catching the stray rays of light and a better grasp on the sound. An metallic echo of sorts made it even more alien. Though as he spoke of his deity his words were almost lost in the sounds of him shifting above. Reno attempted to imagine what kind of unusual pose he had acquired now but could render not one fitting image in his mind. A small rumble gathered itself in the small pups chest and his head dropped back down. His fiery eyes burning into his legs as he thought. He wasn’t lost. Physically or mentally. Who was this dog to speak of that? “Ha. I told you already that I’m not lost. The definition to what you meant isn’t going to make me change what I said.” He growled, digging his nails once more into the ground in frustration.

Truth was Reno knew there were things wrong with him but he didn’t know it was wrong to punish himself for these wrongs. He didn’t know that drawing blood from his own paws when he stumbled was any different from a mother grabbing hold of her whelp’s mouth when he barked. He had never been taught right from wrong, and that might have been one of the many factors that lead him along the dark road he was on. Reno shrank down closer to the ground and closed his eyes with the screech of the metal as the creature moved once more. The weight of the air around him changed and he opened his eyes once more. The shadows had grown near him, something, most likely that awkward beast, was blocking sunlight from above. The pup’s head twisted upwards and then returned forward as he listened to the now much closer animal. “Dire…” He hissed under his breath, “Is so much more than a gang of ruffians. In fact that description is rather insulting. Dire is exciting horror. It’s dedication and pride at any cost. It’s the blood of both living and dead. It’s both malicious and miraculous. It’s family. It’s me.” Then it grew silent for a moment. The pups mind had began to drift but he was quickly slapped back into reality.

Reno gasped and jumped a little surprised by the sudden choice the creature had made to poke through into the darkness under the bleachers. Once again the pup was captured by his abnormal and yet intriguing gaze. Fright was plastered upon his young face for a couple of moments, until he was able to regain his composure. Still, even then, his wide eyes and stiff pose showed his uncertainty. Reno took in every word he spoke with a strange interest, the gears in his mind slowly turning as things began to finally make sense with the creature’s words. He blinked and his eyes flashed with excitement. The fear was gone now. For there was indeed nothing to fear. This so called, Nero, was but a spirit or some bizarre figment of his imagination.

The small dogs lips quivered at their sides, daring to bear the teeth they concealed in a snarl that was not vocalized. Eyes still dancing with this newfound excitement, Reno began to crawl slowly forward toward the beast, taking a step with each few words. “Heh… That name is… quite befitting… Nero… Ha…” His voice had a strange tone. One in which it had yet to have taken before. Perhaps this creature was not the only insane one on the carnival grounds. He growled as he continued, “ Yes! Quite a befitting name… ‘Specially for my own… personal… demon from Hell…”

The pup stopped less than an inch from the demon’s snout. The creature had seemingly transformed, something had changed about his entire look. It both frightened and enraged Reno. Then the pup snapped. Literally. After all this dog was just another mistake, another extension of his self right? How dare he say what he said? So, out of seemingly nowhere the pup opened his jaws, revealing his razor sharp, tiny teeth and snapped at the dog’s muzzle.

Then with the same speed it happened the pup took off. Half running, half crawling. He scrambled and clambered as fast as he could move through the mess that was the bottom of the bleachers. Only a moment before he was certain this dog was imaginary but the fright pulsing through him because of this dog was very real. The only thing Reno was certain of now was that this demon was insane and he wasn’t going to stick around and find out how the creature reacted to his action. Had he thought he had any chance he wouldn’t be running but he was smart enough to know when he had crossed a line…

He hit the ground running as he escaped from the twisted clutches of the metal stands. His tainted legs carrying him as fast as they would allow without tripping up. Damn puppy feet. He skidded to into a small wooden building, what must have once been some type of two-legged game, and hid under a table behind a box of stuffed toys. His fiery eyes still swirled with terror and fury as he waited for the inevitable. For his demons to find him.