Post by paranormalfreek on Apr 29, 2010 19:46:02 GMT -5
Now I lay me down to sleep,[/font][/size]
Animus supremus , futurus vigilo per Deus. Animus subter supter , futurus vigilo per Diabolus. In matris terra , animus futurus vigilo per ego.[/color]
I pray the lord my soul to keep,
Ego futurus thy upilio opilio , sententia vadum non volo
†Kylee Christene:) Just call me Para or Buell, though.
††13 years young:)
Or if I die before I wake,
Anti deus filius ut Diabolus.
††††††Loner for now
[/color][/blockquote][/center]I pray the lord my soul to take!
Illud ut letalis habitum haud atrum duco , ut comparison ut meus prosapia.
†Seances, Power, Success, Females' attention, Being an asshole and getting away with it
††Ignorance, Extreme Arrogance, Stupidity, Worthlessness, Nosiness, Insubordinance
†††Seances, Patrolling Borders aimlessly, observing everything, constantly thrashing his tail, never blinking
††††Doesn't like to fight, Has a fear of large crowds
†††††Abnormally deadly bite, charming, intelligent, unique, completely silent when moving, Outstanding Leader
††††††Average speed and strength, incredibly thick scent, inexperienced at some things, slightly arrogant, an ass, fear of large crowds
One Fine Day in the Middle of the Night
Vultus futurus decipio. editio could non exsisto magis utpote
Smaller than average, alabaster tinted paws rest their burden upon the cool earth's sheath. His paws are slightly out of proportion with his large bodice, this makes his gait completely silent, and it's easier for him to maneuver through thick brush. His talons are dull and jagged, from years of ware and tear, they are tinted a pure, untainted black. His pads are virtually identical to his claws, jagged and cracked from years of torment and neglect, and a pure undisturbed ebonite tint. Every single strand of hair on his paws flows in the same direction, and has the texture of well kept silk. Not a single hair is out of place, this creates the pure white glow Buell's pelt has all over his bodice.
Extending up from his small paws, are elongated, alabaster pillars. Buell's legs are at least three inches longer than the average wolf, creating for his stunning height. His pillars are lined to a slightly thick extent with muscle. The great amount of muscle provides for his above average speed, and an outstanding leap. The pelt sheathing his muscles here is also, a pure white, florescent alabaster tint. With the texture of well kept silk, not a single fur is out of place, every strand clinging to his skin, and making his coat shine abnormally. All of these features go the same with Buell's back pillars.
Connecting pillars with torso, are the demon's shoulder blades. They're the most muscular part of his bodice, thick and powerful, rippling with nearly every little movement. This is also a major factor in Buell's above average speed, and his great leap. Just at the pit of Buell's blades, his black pelt merges with his white, though instead of in a jagged pattern, it forms a straight, perfected line. Like the rest of his bodice, the fur sheathing Buell's shoulder blades is kept well to the point of near perfection, silk to the touch, an abnormally glossy appearance, and every single strand of hair clinging to his skin.
Attached to the back of his shoulder blades, is Buell's abdomen. This, perhaps, is the only part of his bodice that contains no muscle what so ever. Here, Buell is just skin and bones, if one were to rasp their fingers over his flank, they would be able to vividly feel his ribs. Though he is not starved, this is just because he is very fast, and has no muscle in his abdomen area. His ribs are not visible to the eye because of his black fur, and because he isn't malnourished, but if one were to lap their fingers over his flank, his ribs would be very prominent. His rib cage is also very narrow, wide at the top, and caving in toward the bottom, this creates a more graceful, and fit profile for Buell. The underside of Buell's abdomen is a pure, untainted alabaster. While the majority of his abdomen, and towards the top, is an undisturbed ebony tint. Like the rest of his bodice, his fur is silk to the touch, abnormally glossy, and clings to his skin.
Attached to both his shoulder blades, and Abdomen, is Buell's chest and neck. He has a very broad chest, and its somewhat muscular. While his neck is just the same, slightly muscular, and thick. With almost every movement the demon makes, his muscles ripple beautifully. Dangling from his neck, is a very heavy silver chain, with a heavy silver cross pendant dangling from the bottom. Surprisingly, there isn't a single scratch or indention in the cross or chain, while the rest of Buell's body is covered in scars. This is because the cross offers him protection, in ways no mortal would ever know. The fur here is shared equally between black and white, his broad chest a silky alabaster, as well as the underside of his neck. The rest is all a silken, glossy ebony tint, the texture and posture of the fur the same as with the rest of his bodice.
Finally, there is Buell's most striking feature: his dome. He has an abnormally large head to accompany his abnormally deadly jaw. The top of his skull is quite bony, all the edges and ridges in his skull bone prominently stick out, while his cheeks and muzzle are too thick to feel any bone what so ever. Due to genetic engineering, Buell was born with an abnormally deadly bite, one which could make a Pit Bull's jaw look like a Chihuahua's. Over his cheek bones, a remarkably thick layer of muscle bulges out, which allows for him to bite down much harder than any individual out there. The bones in his muzzle and jaw are also quite strong, which allows for an even deadlier bite. His ivories are exaggerated, and quite strong, also, this tops it all off, to make a bite that could easily crack one's skull open. Draping over his powerful muzzle, are extremely thick, Mastiff like jowls. Though his most striking features, appear to be his eyes, and the markings below them. Buell's eyes, like black button's on a doll's face, are shallow, void, and completely black. Like looking into the face of darkness, his eyes cease to ever show any emotion what so ever within their shallow depths. The fur on Buell's dome is just like the rest of his bodice, black and white, silken textured, glossy appearance, untainted, and clinging to his skin. Though breaking the pattern, flowing down like rivers of blood from the pits of his ebonite orbs, are two large streaks of red. The color of blood, yet brighter, and bolder, his markings are what throw most off. Last, at the top of this great, intimidating sculpture, lay a duo of stubbornly erect, tear shaped auds.
[/color][/blockquote][/center]Two Dead Boys got up to Fight.
Quis iacio subter supter , mos nunquam exsisto notus vobis.
†A test lab
††Sire: Azazel Dam: Lilith
†††Brothers: Malthus, Calek Sister: Lorraine
††††Buell was born alongside three of other siblings. His mother had been a victim of the lab all her life, and had mated with Buell's father whom she had admired. The white coats hadn't intended for Lilith to become pregnant, and they sure as hell never wanted the demon-dog Azazle to reproduce, though, they allowed it.
Their litter was an odd quartet, all husky-like wolves, nothing out of the ordinary for Malthus, Calek, and Lorraine, but Buell however, was something much different. The white coats knew he was one messed up mother f***er from the start. He was born with blood markings on his cheeks that wouldn't disappear, his eyes were always an empty black, and he had an intimidating stare.
But life wouldn't be so simple for Buell much longer, just before the pups' 8 week birthday, a dog in a secluded cage died due to a test gone wrong. The white coats were eager to test on Buell, due to his demonic appearance, and so, they quickly moved the pup from his family, and into the empty cage.
That first night was confusing enough, he couldn't see his mother, or any of his siblings, all he could see were a lot of dogs he hadn't seen before, and these dogs were a good ten or twenty feet away from him. But, sleep did finally come, but even that wouldn't last long. The pup woke about two hours later, he suppressed a yawn, and looked around in confusion, not knowing what had woken him up. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a black mass, and quickly turned to face it. Before him, stood the black apparition of the German Shepard that had lived in the cage before Buell. It showed no features, it was just a pure black, it stood completely still, it's head crooked to one side slightly. The young pup was stricken with fear, and he continued to stare at the unknown creature. A rush of nearly paralyzing fear rushed suddenly through the pup, and he screamed for help, but the moment he awoke someone, the apparition disappeared.
The spirit appeared to Buell every night from then on out, and did nothing more than stare at the pup, but Buell soon grew tired of it, and was no longer scared, but one night, the activity increased. Buell was approaching a year of age now, and the spirit no longer bothered him, up until this night.
Like every other night, the apparition stood before a sleeping Buell and continued to stare at him, but now the spirit was growing impatient, so he lashed out. Buell was jolted awake by the cold feel of something pressing against his side. His eyes landed right on the spirit, the anger he held was obvious, and the yearling rose defiantly to his feet. God damn it... The male grew, and upon his words, an old dog dish was thrown at him from across the room, by an unseen force. His head swung, and he barely missed the blow, as it crashed on the wall behind him. Several moments later, every dog in the kennel was barking, and all the lights were turned on, followed by a bunch of angry white coats rushing out to see what had gone on. The apparition had disappeared now, and the white coats were glaring at Buell. The white coats rushed over to Buell's cage to attempt to move him, but just as the gate opened, Buell pushed his way through the tiny opening, and ran for dear life to wards the forest near by.
The male spent the next three years of his live hanging out in towns, and forests, wherever he could find any paranormal activity. He fought with other males in the areas, winning the majority of the time, he got himself into trouble with those who looked like the white coats, he taught himself how to hunt for rabbits and other small mammals, and soon had the understanding, and skill of a wild wolf. He lived life without a care, moving constantly, he was free, and everything was simple, up until the point he hit here, where he lives today.
Vos umquam instituo a verus everto pro?
++++ Well now listen up my little pretties! This application was made by Raphael Samedi. The inspiration came from all over the place; lyrics are from 'Hungry Like the Wolf' By Duran Duran. This I found very relevant to what is going on here at Wolves; Corrupted. And this just happens to be my first template attempt so be kind. Try not to change anything, like the font color, size and font style. All original colors must stay the same. Leave these credits on or i shall beat you around with a massive stick.