Death

Name: Death

Gender: Male

Breed: Wolf/Demon

Mate: N/A

Likes: Not much now.

Dislikes: Everything seems bad now a days.

Strengths: He can fly now, and is strong anyway.

Weaknesses: He doesn't really have many now that he is soulless, he can still feel but it doesn't really mean anything to him.

Origin: He used to be a young, handsome wolf named Rocky, with a loving mate. Then it came. Once while he was out alone, hunting for his mate back at his home who was pregnant with pups, he was ravaged by some hunters dogs. There were five of them, and even a wolf like him could not fight off five trained and hungry hunting dogs. Then, there as he laying bleeding the blood he needed to live, appeared an old wolf. He came upon the near dead wolf and helped Rocky to his feet. Though Rocky could hardly stand at this point. The older wolf offered to help Rocky, for a price.

Yes! Rocky agreed happy that someone was offering help. What with his mate back at home he needed to get home as fast as possible. Once he was healed, though not quite all the way, he turned to the old wolf to ask what it was he needed in return. The old wolf chuckled a dark, mad, purely evil sound really. As Rocky took a step back, terrified at the possibilities the other wolf spoke and reveled his true nature. Rocky realized something horrible, he'd just made a deal with the devil.

"You've already given me what I want, foolish mutt!" The thing laughed in his face. "Your soul!" He called as Rocky started away from the devil. He had to reach his mate, how horrified she would be. Angry with him...

Though even as he ran, these strange, scary, and horrific markings started to appear on his glossy black fur, marring it. As the red bat wings grew from his back he slowed and gasp in pain. It hurt terribly as well. It felt like his body was being ripped in half... Like his soul was being ripped from his body. When he neared his home he let out a cry of anguish as he scented the death. With a howl of sadness he saw his mates mangled corpse on the ground. The devil's prints marking the ground. She'd been slaughtered. As he viewed her body, to terrified to move at that point, he was snapped out of his trance by the evil laughter of the devil. He turned away and ran from the place he once called home.

As he ran he could no longer see himself as Rocky ever again, he changed his name to Death. For that was what he was now. He would never go back. He is tortured by that day now, in the mindset that it was all his fault for making that deal with the devil. The darkened wolf has no hope anymore. But maybe someday a god will send him light, and return him to his former glory. Perhaps return his soul, his mate...

But for now, all that remains is a tortured souless wolf, a shell of what once was.