^ That's a dementor from Harry Potter, for anyone who's wondering.Username: booklover789
Name: Alexandro
Sex: Male
Personality:Alexandro regrets his life. An abusive wolf, he yelled and hurt all he came across, soured to the world because of his warped view of reality. He lashed out at everyone, stole things, and killed others without a second thought. Abandoned as a pup, his family all left him to die on the streets of one of the worst cities in their area, never to return for him. He learned his way around the streets, getting smart from his own experiences. One of them was being bamboozled by a supposedly-kind elderly wolf who tricked him out of his entire week's earnings from begging, the elder saying he wanted the tokens for food when all he wanted to do with them was waste them on frivolous things. Alexandro was burned, and ever since that moment, he never trusted another soul again.
After death, Alexandro was transformed into a shadow due to his troubled past. He now regrets his life - he understands how pious he was and how untrusting of others he was. Though he understands his initial discouragement that pushed him so far to the extreme of never trusting anyone, if he'd only trusted a few good wolves, his life could've turned around for the better. Living as a shadow has taught him that. Always lurking at night, he's seen the worst side of things, but has also been blest to view a few good things - he's seen more robberies than he cares to mention, but he's also seen a few Good Samaritans helping out the homeless wolves in the parks, giving them food to eat or an umbrella in the rain. Seeing the world in a different way now, and understands where he went wrong before. Alexandro doesn't count his life as a shadow as a curse or a gift, but rather as his punishment for being so cruel to others in the days where he was alive. In his current state of existence, he is at least a little bit grateful for his current state of affairs - he gets to spy on others and see how they really act...but he can do nothing to help them, to redeem himself for his bad behavior before. So, his state is neither curse nor blessing - it is simply the way Alexandro must live, counting out the days as a penchant for the atrocities he committed while living.
History Story: Alexandro slashed his claws at the other wolf. "Get outta here! This is my turf, dirtbag!"
The other wolf whimpered and swerved. "I'm just hungry, and there are a few crumbs on the ground - I...I didn't mean to get in your space."
He snarled. "Get out, before I really give you something to cry about."
The younger raced off, tail between its legs.
He sighed, standing and licking up the crumbs. After swallowing them, he turned and trotted down the alleyway. "Stupid mongrels - don't understand what 'get off my turf' means."
He trotted past a back door to one of the few restaurants nearby. The door creaked open, and the owner slowly looked around as he peered out. Spotting Alexandro, he quickly threw the trash bag into the dumpster just outside the doorway and slammed the door shut.
Alexandro paused, glancing back at the loud sound. He smirked. "I remember that idiot. He tried to be nice to me. I let him get pretty close - his ridiculous chortling was annoying, all of that baby-talk and sweet little chubby hands reaching towards my head. Nearly bit his fingers off, I did." He licked his chops. "Somethin' smells good, though," he murmured, turning around and leaping into the garbage dumpster. He found the garbage bag, ripped it open, and recoiled. "Sardines?! Ugh. Guess they aren't playin' lowball anymore," he murmured, leaping out of the dumpster, taking the ripped garbage bag with him. He threw it to the ground and stomped on it, smearing it into the sidewalk and around the doorpost.
The owner came out once again, waving a broom. "Get outta here! You're dirtying up the property!"
Alexandro snarled, snapping the broom's handle in two.
The owner immediately retreated, ducking back inside the doorway.
The wolf chuckled. "Ha - what a wimp."
A week later, Alexandro trotted down the street, looking around for something to fill his starving body. He smelled a flower-like scent, and knew that marzipan was being made a few streets down. Following his nose, he found the shop - though a pup had beaten him to it, and was begging the owner of the shop for a few bites.
The owner took pity on the pup, patted her head, and placed on the ground a paper plate with a few small morsels. She closed the door a moment later.
Alexandro took his chance and raced forward, snarling and biting at the pup. "That's my food! Scram, mutt!"
The child whimpered, slipping on the wet concrete. "Please, mister - I just want a bite! The rest is yours!"
"No - get outta here. It's all mine. Or, would you like me to eat you as well?" he threatened.
The pup whined and shrunk back. "No, sir," it whispered, turning tail and racing off.
Alexandro smiled. "Easiest food I've gotten in awhile."
Over the next few years, Alexandro did a great many things that were horrendous. Some of the few he gloated about were trapping a pup in a traffic cone and watching him try to get his head unstuck for a few hours (until a kind shop owner came along and helped him out), tricking another wolf into going to the worst shop in town and observing him get kicked and hit by the owner of the store (he ended up having a few broken ribs, but other than that he was fine), and pushing a pup down a manhole (who ended up being fine, as she crawled out covered in mud a few minutes after Alexandro had stopped staring at the hole). Another thing Alexandro relished in doing was tricking shop-owners into thinking he was just a sweet stray who needed kindness, and then at the very last moment leaping up and biting them, making them drop whatever it was they were holding so that he could pilfer it. He stole from wolves, and fought those who dared to get near him. Scraggly and unkempt, he soon became more feared than any other creature in the town. The fear fueled him, and made it easier to drive away every wolf that came to stay at the town. A few did stay - but they were sure to keep to the nicer shops and stay far away from Alexandro. After he'd gorged himself on every rat and bird in the town's vicinity, he found he could no longer survive on just food alone - he needed a new place to commandeer. He was too weak to fight off those that wished to harm him, and knew he wouldn't survive much longer if he couldn't get sustenance. And because of the shopkeepers' distrust with him, they always locked their doors and were very wary of wolves who passed too closely to their shops, making sure to be quick about exiting each one every night when they went home from work. Alexandro knew he'd need to branch out - so he started trotting and didn't look back.
One day, Alexandro had made it to the nuclear plant on the outskirts of town. Very few wolves were stupid enough to hang around that area - the nuclear plant was far enough away from the town so that it if something did happen, the effects to the town would be minimal. And, seeing as it had been abandoned for a few years but never properly cleaned out, few wolves felt comfortable going near the place. Alexandro thought they were just all wimps, and thus decided to take up residence there and was scouting out the area. He decided he'd dart inside and look around, as the exterior looked nice enough for living. There wasn't a lot to eat, but a few vultures flew overhead. Alexandro knew he could take one down if he found where they were nesting, and thus went inside to investigate. The old chain-link fence was rusted, and was easily pushed down. He trotted through the door, rotted on its hinges. Inside, there was a platform that went along the entire perimeter of the room, raised up above the moldy tile flooring down below. The platform was just large enough for a human to stand on it, so Alexandro fit easily as he trotted around the room, looking down at the test tubes, vials, and large containers of glowing goop that were still present in the building. No weird scents wafted up, which Alexandro briefly considered odd - but he quickly shrugged it off, continuing his search for the vulture's nest. They had to be here somewhere, right?
Coming to the last turn before heading back the way he'd come, he stumbled, running into a lone vial sitting on the sidelines. It tumbled down into a vat below him.
The vat exploded instantaneously, killing not only Alexandro but any living creature surrounding the compound.
He wasn't brought back as an angel or demon. He wasn't gifted the peace of forever sleeping. No, when Alexandro was brought back, he was changed into a shadow. A mere hollow shell of his former self, forced to watch those whom he'd tormented day in and day out in his living days; never to cease living in a dead yet un-dead state.
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