by insult+injury » Mon Sep 09, 2013 2:07 am

Basics>>
I'm a female winged wolf. My name is Malum. It means "bad", but really, I'm OK. I usually go by Mal. I think it fits me better. Anyway, I'm still young, three years old, and I don't care for older wolves. They creep me out a little. Then again, I don't like very young wolves either. Moving on to my looks. Everyone says I look sophisticated and "elegant" but I think they are just trying to spare my feelings. I know I'm not very pretty, and it kills me sometimes. I wish I were the bright blue color my sister was, or I wish I had some unique marking that would differentiate me from the night sky. But I don't. I'm all black.Black fur. Black wings. Except for my eyes, which are reddish purple. My grandmother said red eyes were a sign of future betrayal, but I don't believe her. No one is close enough to me to hurt me. Speaking of hurting, I'm the lead fighter of this pack. If you have any questions about me being a girl and not able to handle it, drop by my den. I'm sure we can "work it out" somehow.The Inside>>I'm sure you've already gotten a little bit of a taste for my personality, but I'll let you in on a little secret. I wasn't always this way. I used to be carefree, happy, sweet, generous,and helpful. I used to be innocent and trustworthy, honest even. Then, I fell in love. I won't get to that right now, but he changed me. I became hard and brittle. When my family talked to me about it, I did something I will never forgive myself for. Anyway, even though I'm better than I was while with him, I've never changed back into me. I've evolved into some kind of monster. Now,I'm cranky, short tempered, and mean. I have no friends but plenty of enemies. Most wolves avoid me. I'd really like to change, but I just need someone to help me.Past>>I've had a rough life, and I often blame a lot of things on what happened back then. Anyway, I was raised with my mother, father and one sister, Rica. My parents had had more children, but only my sister and I survived after a very large storm. Because of this, my parents were very protective. Needless to say, later, when I fell in love, they were naturally suspicious of the guy. I got bitter with them, told them they should just leave me alone and let me live my life. Well, they loved me so much that they did just that and decided to trust me. I grew farther and farther away from them, believing I was truly in love. Eventually,I could tell that I was changing, but I kept pretending I wasn't and that I was in love. When my family talked to me about it, it drove me crazy that I knew they were right. That night,to get out my anger, I killed them all. My mother, father, sister, and "love." It is my greatest regret. Nowadays, I'm just trying to forget. Looking for love isn't really something that's important anymore.
Sorry the pic is so big; I couldn't get a smaller one for some reason
Picture not mine
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