Kennel: fourteen.
Name: Opium (oh-pee-um)
Gender: male.
Breed: A quite large Arctic Fox.
Age: immortal. thousands of years old.
Why do you want this animal?&What will you do for this animal?: he's like.. awesome? no, more than awesome. more like.. supercalifragilisticexpialidosome. c:< Anyways, he will be a sort of 'bad guy' in my story that i am writing and i promise he will be used well. His design is amazing and I have yet to have a character like him. I love him already and he will be one of my head-mates, who sits on my shoulder like the devil of me he is.
Personailty: Opium is a guy you don't want to mess with. Big temper and isn't afraid to get rough. His touching side is very rarely ever showed. The spectral realm changed him greatly. Before he was called to his duties, he had a family and they lived in the tundra with a normal, happy life on their paws. He was a content soul and was very easy-going, but when his mysterious death happened, he turned upside-down. He is now impatient, sly, sinister, and malicious. He would, at any time, have the pleasure to take a life. Oh, and may I add, he is very stubborn, which hasn't changed between his spectral and animal self.
Likes: Taking a life, Toying with people, Being mean, Being spectral.
Dislikes: Being told what to do, Lives making it out of his paws without dying, Love.
Backstory: opium woke up to a summer day on the tundra. everything was green, nothing like the steryotype it’s said to be. Everything is alive and moving, no matter where your eyes were looking. If you looked to your left, you find a stream bubbling with a few salmon being fished by a large bear. If you looked to your right, you would find a cacoon slightly moving from the butterfly soon to come within it. If you were to look up, you’d see two birds mating, toying at eachother with their beaks and wings.
On this fine morning, if Opium were to look down with his jade green eyes, he would see his three gorgeous pups. There were two boys, who were quite large, like himself, and a small girl, who was petite like her mother.
Lily, Opium’s Daughter, was quite the daddy’s little girl. Opium definately had a soft spot for her. everytime she fell, or everytime her brother’s were to pick on her, he was always there for her, never to let her down. Now the two boys were quite jealous of this, but Opium always shows them his love, which makes up for it A lot, like when he takes them hunting.
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OpIUM remembers his death like it was just yesterday, the memory vivid in his head… [*]
It was the middle of winter, and food was in need. Anything he could find would be good enough, even to feed five mouths. THey had gotten desperate though, so he set out to the frozen river. Rose Marie, his mate, had begged him not to go, but he had to take the risk of his life to save the lives of his three pups.
And there it was, the flat, frozen river. He could even hear the water churning underneath it. Setting a paw on the ice, he istantly pulled it back. It was freezing. Not the kind of 36°F Freezing, but more like the 0°K FreezIng, but he smelt the warm scent of a vole on the other side, and couldn’t give up. He stepped on the Wasteland, want so dearly to feel warm earth than frozen water under his paws, but trekking forth, he made it about halfway, then… CRACK!
He himself froze. slowly he looked Downto see a small crack, rapidly spreading out around him. After a few seconds, he started to run to the other side of the run, where he smealt the vole.
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The Twelve was Watching him in this time, seeing if this young soul would choose The Spectral Realm, Or a peaceful Afterlife. Why Him? They saw the slight greed in his life. that Bit of selfishness THe Twelve saw. In those last few seconds of his life, They agreed he was perfect for the job of greeting the dead, so he was the first Wanderer to step foot into the Realm Where the Ghosts stalked. He Chose the food for Himself than Being there for his family. Oh, you think he didn’t think about that on the brink of death? Of course he did, and he knows that the river goes through a big chunk of the Tundra, and it would take days, maybe weeks to get around.
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Opium Had one paw on the snowy ground, but his legs gave out. So he thought. It was the river, the Ice broke and it was now sucking Opium down to the ice cold depths of the river. He tried swimming up, but no matter how he tried, he couldn’t move up at all. BuBBles escaped his throat, leaving his lungs filled with water, drowning him. Killing Him.
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When he woke, he was greeted by The Twelve. He was in the middle of their equal Circle, a circle that The Twelve sat in, and Opium was placed in the middle.
“Welcome to the Twelve’s home.” They all said in unison.
His eyes widened, “The Twelve?! As in The Twelve?!”
They all nodded, “You are not a part of us as you are thinking now, but you will be a wanderer, the first wanderer.”
“What is a-“
He was cut off with an explanation, “You will be the first, so no worries you do not know what it is. You will be greeting the dead and spending your life in the Spectral Realm for all eternity. You can create deaths yourself if you wish to cause one,” He tried to interrupt, but they wouldn’t let him, their voiced together overpowered over his, “No questions will be answered by us, only the Spectral Realm will give you them in their mysterious ways at whichever pace they wish. Good-bye and good luck to you, the large arctic fox from the tundra.”
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Then he started to fall into blackness, falling, falling, falling. However long he was blacked out, he didn’t know, but he woke in a strange place where spirits fled around him and random structures formed strangely. Odd colored plants grew and there was not a live soul in sight, but then he remembered he was the first. He wondered what would come, but knew it would soon be explained…
Art: i drew art, but never got to scan it. :c
Other:
wanderers.
Opium is a wanderer, forever roaming the spectral realm, ready to cut into the real world and interfere when it's needed. Markings unnatural and eyes without irises, they can be quite sinister and evil, as most are.
They are specially chosen by the Twelve, surprising as it be. The Twelve have no idea how this special... creature could be so hostile and evil. The most believed theory is that they are like that because they were born by death and survive off of lives lost.
These creatures can take a spectral form, an animal form, and surprisingly, human form. The Twelve had not expected for this to happen, but somehow it did. The Twelve themselves can set foot On the Earth world, but only as animals. Although, the spectral realm does supply greater power than the Twelve have combined.
[*That is another thoery on why they are so evil, they live off the memory of their death.]
