Post by Lexi on Jul 7, 2012 8:49:16 GMT -4
Name :: Nootau (meaning "fire")
Age :: 3 Years
Coat Colour :: Black, Some white
Gender :: Male
Persona:
Do you really want to know what Nootau is like? Well, it isn't like he used to be, that's for sure. He's not the sweet, lovable cub he once was. After what he went through, that part of him is gone forever. Now he's cruel, killing mercilessly because of orders, if not just to stay alive in general, for he knows that if he disobeys orders it would result in punishment. He is spiteful and sometimes rude, often not really paying attention to what he says to someone because he just doesn't care anymore. In truth, he's become a perfect little solider after what happened to him in the past, because he doesn't know anything else now. He forgot who he was and who he should have been a long, long time ago.
Apperance:
Nootau is tall for a wolf, even being as young as he is. He tends to dwarf many females in height, even Moro when she isn't standing at full height. His frame and build seems to match this quality, for he is quite burly for a wolf, yet he is still slim and is very agile and quick. His coat is a dark shade, almost like a shadow, so at night he seems to almost melt away into the darkness. His eyes, though, seem to be the strangest of everything that makes up Nootau. They are pure white, no pupil or iris or anything. It was just how he was born. It is for this reason that most who see Nootau often believe him to be a ghost, for along with the combination of his shadowy coat and his eyes, he basically looks like a ghoul from the depths of an unknown world.
Old Life:
Before Moro took over, Nootau had been one year old, and a White Blood. Still a young, care-free pup who had the world in his paws. But the day that she took over everything changed. The pack that Nootau had lived with at the time could do nothing as the Dark Bloods attacked them. They had been overrun in seconds. Those who hadn't been killed were taken back to Moro's castle to be sacrificed or killed there, or even treated as slaves. Nootau had been taken back as well, but Moro, instead of killing him, saw a potential warrior in him and chose to turn him to the Dark Blood side instead. And so it was that for the next few months Nootau suffered great torture, being forced to bend and break, and finally, he did. It was a few months before he was to turn two, but ever since the day where he finally broke, Nootau has been a good little solider, doing whatever he is told without a second thought. But secretly he wishes for freedom, for he still despises Moro, but he is terrified that if he ever attempts to defy her, the consequences may be more than deadly.
Dark blood or White blood? :: Dark Blood
