- {So I have finished him!! And I have decided to keep him as my own.}
What is an AGD? wrote:An Antlered Guardian of Destera is an antlered big cat species that live in the mountains and unmarked snow plains of Russia. They have tufts that run along their spine, from the back of their elbows and ankles, and from the back of their knees to their ankles. Their diet consists of any type of meat that runs along their territory. They are a pride species, but most of them are found to be loners until they come across a pride. They are very aggressive when humans come onto their lands, but will you win their trust and heart?
His name
Omen
His name meaning
A phenomenon or occurrence regarded as a sign of future happiness or disaster
His gender
Male
His personality
He has the personality of a mean spirited rouge AGD who knows magic and can manipulate just about anything around him. The purple wisps that follow him around are the trapped souls that he has gathered from his countless journeys around the Russian mountains. He will lash out at anyone, even his own kind when he encounters them. He will use any means necessary to add to his collection of trapped souls. He is easily temperamental and is easily angered, such as if the wind suddenly picks up and blows into his face, he will extend his claws and dig them into the nearest thing, be it a tree or a rock.
His story
He grew up in a pride that was loving and very safe. When he was a young cub, he witnessed his parents murder by a rouge female that knew magic. He was scared and afraid so he had hidden himself in a hollowed out tree that he use to hide in when he was playing with some of his friends so that she wouldn't find him. Once she had left, he was determined to find her and to take revenge on what she had done to him. He hated that rouge because she had destroyed his happy family, his happy life. Years later, once he was fully grown and able to take on his personal revenge, he started out to look for the rouge female. His friends had begged him to stay, because they knew that once you leave the pride territory, you instantly become a rouge. He was so set on killing this female, that he did not care if he became a rouge himself, so he left in search for this female. He had tracked her to a den that was near a waterfall, but he had no interest in sightseeing since he was on a personal vendetta. His blue eyes were narrowed dangerously as he stalked toward the female. She was laying on the edge of one of the many rocks that littered the territory that she had claimed. As he grew closer, he noticed that she had purple see through bulbs floating around her, and that she had glowing things on her antlers. He tossed aside is slight shock and went for the kill, he tackled her and placed his big paw right on her throat saying these last words to her before he ended her life, "Revenge for killing my family. I hope you enjoy where you are heading to, demon.." and he sliced his claws into her throat. But little did he know that she was a rouge shaman, and once he had killed her, every item that was on her, was lifted by the sudden gust of wind that was in a whirlwind around him. He cried out when he felt the sharp pain of claws digging into his stomach between his front legs and another over his left eye. "What do you want with me?!" he called out to his surroundings but he was only answered with faint whispers saying "Kill one, become one." and he had to slightly look up to see that what the female had on her antlers were now on his, and that his markings started to glow. He hissed as his right front leg started to burn with intense heat to where he had to look down to see that a blue tattoo was brandishing him as a rouge shaman. When the wind died down he was feeling a bit angered that he was now not the same AGD that he was moments ago. He felt more anger, more agitated. He walked over to the calm water to see how much damage was thrust upon him. Once he had caught his reflection in the water he stumbled back in surprise when he had a purple tattoo on the left side of his face, and he wondered why that it was only on that side of his face. He had tried to go back to his pride, but the pride leader would not have him back because he was different, he was a rouge shaman, an Ill Omen.
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