Pet Number: 37
Name: Trama
Gender: Male
Reason For Adoption:
He has a amazing design and looks really interesting. I would love to use him for a roleplay character.
History/Background/Personality:
“Well, well, well. What do we have here?”
asked a cool muffled voice from the darkest corner of the cell. Dark eyes glowed with a dangerous humor; light glinted off the iron muzzle around the wolf's snout. The prisoner approuched the bars, his overgrown claws clicking on the concret ground. The sound echo loudly off the damp stone walls.
The prison gaurd, a large black brute with pale amber eyes stared back forcing himself not to run. "Trama" he began his voice wavering alittle in fear. "Your trial is today, come with me." he said. The gaurd took the key around his neck in his jaws and opened the rusty cell door. It creaked loudly as it swung open. Trama walked out of the cell a cocky smirk hinded beneath his muzzle; he enjoyed seeing the gaurd so afraid of him.
Slipping a chain over Trama's neck the gaurd led him up the stairs of the dungon like prision in whitch he was kept in and up to the court room above.
Wolves of all shapes and sizes filled the rustic wooden seays of the court room. Upon a tall stump at the front of the room sat a wise tall fellow with long thick white fur and knowing blue eyes; he was the judge tha law was under his rule. Trama was seated in front of him, his iron chain and muzzle removed so he could speak. The on lookers chatted among them selves so looking at Trama with fear others with disgust. Their rambling came to hault when Judge spoke.
"Trama Bloodpelt, is accused of murdering a entire pack of wolves. The trial being veld today shall prove where he his innocent or not."
The Judge stated why they where hear and contined on with a couple more formalities of a wolf trial. Trama was not lisening his eyes darted around the room taking in the scean his sadistic brain calutlating a good escape. The booming sound if the Judge's bark drew his attention back,
"Trama, please explain where you where at the time of the murders."
Trama grinned, his mouth twisting into a almost snarl like form.
"I was there."
he replied his tone calm and collected nothing like the voice of a psycopath. The judge looked intested and nodded for him to continue his story.
"As I was saying, I was there...Ripping my teeth into the throats of those poor excuses for wolves!"
Trama howled, laughing hysterically showing his true insanity. As he rembered the day not to long ago when he attacked his pack and family out of impuse and ended up killed every single pack member. The court room burst out barking, howling and whinning in shock of what they just heard him confess to. He ingored it and glanced down at the iron muzzle that lay next to him. Fools they were when they took it off of him. He smiked agian. It was been oh so long since he tasted freash blod; felt it's warmth trickle though his fangs. As the gaurds lundged at him Trama attacked. His teeth and claws tearing into everything they could...
Silence surrounded him when the choas was over, after all the dead make no sound. Slaughered wolves lay around him in the blood soaked court room. A look of pride across his stained face. Holding his head high he slipped the iron muzzle back on; as a reminder of the day that he over powerd the law. Trama limped out of the court building (or cave) into the forest. He was ingured quite abit but didn't feel a thing as the serial killer was already plotting his next attack.
Other:
eh, the story sucks but you get the point that i'm making him crazy and murderous right. Lol that was writen very late at night. Sorry for the crappiness. xP
I, .:dragonfly:., agree to all terms and conditions for adopting this character.
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