Who, me? Why should I tell you? You need to know huh? Well I don't care... Ugh fine, It's Devil. Blood Devil to you. It suits me, I'm a devil at my rank, and at heart. A devil in all ways. If you don't like my name, don't bother telling me, because I DON'T CARE. Any middle names you ask? Well nope. And no nicknames either, isn't Devil short enough for you, and no you may not call me 'Dev' it is a weak and petty name. If you for no reason cannot call me Devil, then I suggest you first, get speech therapy, and secondly, just never talk to me. My gender? I would be insulted if you haven't got that yet... I AM MALE. Yes male, as male as you can get. And I am 3. How old is that exactly? Well I have absolutely no idea. A young adult is all I can say.
What do I look like. You appear to not have eyes, if you don't, I feel for you. Not. Ok I am a large black wolf, I have a thick, shaggy pelt and a muscular, beefy build. My legs are not particularly long, but they are most certainly not short. What shade of black am I? Well, Black, is a shade itself, you don't get, light black, or darker black. Just black. Black of night, black of cole. I don't care, there is no reason to desribe it any other way. My eyes, are what scare people most. They are a stormy grey, now grey, does have shades and my eyes, are the same grey as a thunder cloud, headed to ruin a city. I do, have scars. But they are hidden by my mass of black pelt, but I don't have many. I'm not a warrior, but a guard. So yeah, that's me all nicely summed up for you.
Under the skin. Well, it is hard to describe yourself. But I am not, nice. Concealed and quiet is how wolves who first see me, and don't often speak to me describe me. But if you actually have the guts to come up and talk to me, are often sent away in seconds, as I am rude, and insulting. But to my friends, and those who share my rank, I tend to be nicer, but not much. Because I am serious about every little thing I do. I am a furious guard, and out of me and Denalin, who is the leader of the guards. I would say I am the one you do not want to encounter, especially when I am angry. I will kill, anything that doesn't belong where I am guarding. I am merciless when it comes to my rank, and I treat it with respect, because I am happy where I am.
When it comes to my likes, there are not many. I don't like anything really, I find them satisfactory, or appropriate, but I never like anything. Instead of enjoying my food, I eat to survive. If I do well, I don't like it. I just know I have done more than what is expected of me. There is a bonus, but I don't enjoy it.
My hates, there are a lot more. Intruders, is the main thing. And wolves that don't respect me, but then I suppose I don't exactly respect them. I don't like show offs for one thing, that is for certain. And leaders who just boss you around as if you are nobody. That is my pet hate.
Fear. That was how myself, and my younger sister, Demon. lived the first few months of our lives. On the night we were born, it was cold. The heart of winter. Our mother, Blossom had died giving birth to us, by us I mean, Treasure and I, but also our elder brother. His name, was Death.
My father had come over to us, with his sister, Bramble. She was to be our foster mother. He was outraged, and instead of seeing three beautiful pups, he saw three killing monsters. He named us, Death, Devil and Demon. After three of the worst things on earth. Death and I were jet black, where as Demon is the same grey as my mother was. As soon as he had named us, our father left. Bramble, despite the hatred in her eyes, lifted us up and took us into her den. She had no pups of her own at the time, so she was able to raise us with ease.
Many times, my father came, he would threaten to kill us. Demon and I would hide at the back of the den in pure terror as his fearsome snarles ripped the happiness right out of us. But one pup, the largest of the litter, would protect us. He was the one who dared to stand up to our father, and that was Death.
As we grew, our paths became crystal clear. Demon was lanky and long legged, and she showed stealth and speed. She was apprenticed as a hunter. I was stocky and large, I had no skill in my brain, but I had the build to protect. I was to be a guard.
Death was fast and quick, he was clever, but also very strong, there was no other rank for him but a warrior.
When we reached the time for our ranks, we recieved what we wanted. But on his first patrol, it was disaster. Death had been singled out to follow an unknown wolf scent. It was my father, he had rolled in leaves to mask his scent. On the spot, the two clashed. And he killed Death. At news of this my sister went to avenge him, but she had no battle skills. I lost both my kin in one day.
I was the last one standing, yet I was cowardly. I waited until my father was old and frail, and killed him secretly. I will never forget my kin. This is what has made me who I am today.
