Post by paranormalfreek on Mar 9, 2010 21:45:57 GMT -5
One Fine Day in the Middle of the Night...
...Back-to-Back, they faced one another...
....The Deaf Policeman Heard The Noise...
Nomen: Buell
Aevum: four years.
Typus: Brute
Sarcina: Dura
Ordo: Alpha, maybe
...Two Dead Boys Came out to Fight...
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...Back-to-Back, they faced one another...
Vultus: Silenced, black padded paws rest their burden upon the ground. Feathered fur runs over the top of these paws, extending to black, marred claws, and seeping in between ebony pads. White fur embraces their graceful silence.
Attached to these silent white paws, are pillars, extending up wards to support the body. Legs molded by perfected muscle, balancing strength and speed for a great skill out of both. These towering poles are particularly long, allowing remarkable speed, and an intimidating profile. White fur, too, sheets over his legs, meeting and fusing with black at the base of his shoulder blades.
Supported by these powerful legs, is an average bodice. A layer of muscle lines his flank and stomach, but is particularly thin. But thick muscle sculpts his long neck, providing power to a deadly bite. The brisket arches normally, unlike most brutes, which is a sign of his light weight, an advantage to his speed. Black, silk-like fur flows from the top of his head, down the backside of his neck, across his scar bitten back, and up his curled tail. The ebony silk meets the white halfway on each side of his body, just like any other normal Husky. And from the end of the body, extends curled bone and skin, allowing long strands of black and white to extend from its base.
At the very top of this odd structure, rests a large head, and powerful jaws. Dark brown eyes, that can change shades with ease, and express emotion, dot the male's face. Eyes so cold, and complex that with one look, you could forever be trapped in their paralyzing hold, forced to listen to a twisted, sinful tale from the unknown. From these eyes, flows blood red fur down the side of his cheeks, and curling beneath his jaw. Powerful teeth and jaws extend out from his face, draped by thick jowls that cover slightly exaggerated canines.
Facio: If this true demon's personality were to be summed up in one word, it would be goth. He tends to lurk in the shadows, without saying much of anything at all. This is mainly because of his mediumistic abilities. Buell, talks to ghosts, and he is the only wolf and the world with this ability. It's both his blessing, and his curse. He uses it as an advantage over others, and occasionally toys with mortals. Though, this keeps him in the dark, the only friends he's ever known are already dead. As a yearling, Buell was on his own, wandering streets as a stray, and so he often encountered a series of territorial, arrogant male dogs, this excessive fighting is where he developed his aggressive personality. Though the fear and torment of his present friends he suffered as a pup, still haunts him today, which is why he never speaks; he's always thinking. One can often find him staring angrily off into space, his black eyes shaped just right, sculping with his thoughts, and the muscles around his legs tensed. Most would dub him a freak, and not bother to waste their time on him, but when Buell does come out of his shell, he's one hell of a character.
Though, there is another side to his personality, and it is only brought out when needed. Buell is also considered to be a great leader, he knows exactly what to say and do to pull people through a tough situation, and he doesnt tolerate bullshit. If he catches a subordinate wasting time, or acting out in stupidity, you're sure to get attacked by Buell.
...They Drew Their Swords, and They Shot Eachother...
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....The Deaf Policeman Heard The Noise...
Amo: He likes solitude, talking to ghosts, getting what he wants, leading successfully.
Offensus: He dislikes bullshit, arrogance, ignorance, and stupidity.
Infirmitas: Buell's weaknesses, are that he's antisocial, not as strong as most brutes, inexperienced at some things, a goth.
Vires: Buell's a remarkably fast runner, he's stronger than some brutes, intelligent, unique, great leader
Preteritus: Buell, along with three of his 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 trio, 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 discovered the Crosshairs.
...And he Came and he Killed Those Two Dead Boys.
You Don't Believe This Lie Is True? Ask The Blind Man, For He Saw It Too!
