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Hades
Dec 4, 2009 20:11:04 GMT -5
Post by Adelais on Dec 4, 2009 20:11:04 GMT -5
Name: Hades
Gender: Male
Age: Two
Appearance: Hades took more to his fathers side when it came to coloring and build. Only he's a good foot taller, then his father. Like Xavier, his coat is jet black with the exception of his muzzle, which is slightly grayed. His build is massive, with a large big-boned body and bulging muscles. And like his siblings he too carries his fathers trademark lightening bolt. His sits above his left eye, and is a startling brilliant white.
Temper: Hades has a nasty attitude and temper. He's like Xavier only amped up about three times. Unlike Xavier who only kills those who he wanders upon, Hades goes out of his way in search of packs and wolves to destroy. He lives to see other in pain, and the sweetest music to his ears is the screams and begging for mercy of the ones he's about to kill. He can often be found wandering widely outside of his territory, but uses his territory as a "home base" a place where he can disappear, and plot his plans without being disturbed by others. His den, if you ever happen to find it, is littered with the skulls and pelt of theses he has killed. He is very proud of them, and treats with great care, they are his troupes.
Loyalties: None
Rank: Alpha of the Desert Highlands Pack
Other: He is Xavier youngest pup, and his favorite
Parents: Xavier(Alpha male of the Shrouded Prairie Pack) and Saria(deceased)
Siblings: Karei, Kuro, Vladimir, and Akasha
The picture should say Xavier's youngest son, sorry, just a slight typo.
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Hades
May 28, 2010 21:38:44 GMT -5
Post by Adelais on May 28, 2010 21:38:44 GMT -5
The ebony lord sat stone still on the scorching open desert floor, only his fur moved as it shifted with the dry dusty air. The sun beat furiously down upon him, it's long rays reaching out and lashing about his body as if to beat him back into the hell where he belonged, but he remained unfazed by it's futile attempts. His stark green eyes burned holes into the air before him. He sensed a war fast approaching and in six months time it would be upon them. He knew what part he would play and that he must go to it, though he had no intention of going towards it. No, he would wait for it to come to him and when it did he would be ready and waiting. He rose with a snarl, and bared his fangs with ferocity, drool was strung from each tooth and as he closed his mouth it dripped to the ground and fluttered about, some clung to his wide muscular chest while some still fluttered aimlessly about. He didn't bother sweeping it up, for he didn't care. He walked off with another ferocious snarl and a deep evil chuckle. Oh yes, when his time came he would be ready... As he walked away the sun lashed out furiously, at him with it's last weak remaining rays before it disappeared below the land, and with the sun disappearance the ebony lord melted into the night, his chuckle still echoing across the lands. [/size]
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Hades
May 28, 2010 21:39:30 GMT -5
Post by Adelais on May 28, 2010 21:39:30 GMT -5
Mireilla: The onyx colored fae grunts softly her large onyx padders moving slowly over the desert ground. She shakes her pelt harshly the hot sun beating down on her. She sits down looking about her before standing back up she looks around the barren land wondering if any was living here. She is large for her feminine gender, but the only thing was there isn't anything feminine about her. She snarls loudly before trudging along once more. She stops once more glancing about her before letting out a loud howl. She finds what shade she could before laying in it sprawling out on her side. She pants softly but it wasn't because of the heat getting to her she was just bored. She lays there thinking of what she could do to keep herself entertained for what there was around her. She shakes her skull slightly before glancing about her there stares at a cactus, bored and watches the heat rise off the ground.
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Hades
May 28, 2010 21:40:26 GMT -5
Post by Adelais on May 28, 2010 21:40:26 GMT -5
The dark lord opened his eyes and blinked them sleepily. He squinted as he looked at the small stream of bright sunlight that glared through the entrance of his den. An overpowering yawn pressed at his muzzle and he opened his mouth to relived the pressure. His lips peeled back revealing his long white daggers and his pink tongue curled tightly, as he felt the pressure ease he closed his mouth while occasionally running his pink tongue over his ebony jaws. The sleep finally leaving his system he rose with a grunt into a crouching position and slowly began to crawl his way outside, being careful to avoid the piles of pelts and skulls that were displayed along the wall of his den. His belly scraped the dirt roughly as he went along, leaving a slight indented trail. When he emerged his ebony coat contained patches of dusty brown dirt. It clung to him as if begging for mercy, but the dark lord took notice when he shook himself with violent tremors dislodging their sticky fingers and silent cries. They scattered to the ground, screaming in terror but their cries fell on deaf ears, for the dark lord did not have time to waste on such petty and useless things. The dark lord surveyed his surroundings with uneasy silence, his hard green eyes pierced through the heat waves that pulsed from above the parched ground, a heart beat all its own. The dark lord started off at a leisurely trot no real intention in mind, for plans were not made, they were simply done on ones whims. His long ebony legs carrying him steadily and quickly onward while the sun waged it's daily battle against his dark pelt. [/color]
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Hades
May 28, 2010 21:41:02 GMT -5
Post by Adelais on May 28, 2010 21:41:02 GMT -5
Mireilla: She opens her orbs slightly watching the shapes take form before standing up slowly. Her black pelt easy to rid herself of the clinging dirt. She shakes her pelt harshly, then stands there for a moment. Wondering if any life was out there but knew she didn't care if there was or not. She starts walking out in the blazing, hot sun calmly. Her fluffy whip hanging low but not quite at the moment. She spots movement in the distance a low and loud growl emitted from her throat. She watches it silently, before slowly starting to stalk it for the moment. She stops and sits down in view of the brute, wondering how long it would take for him to notice her. She lets out a low and almost silent howl to him before turning the same direction he was going. She starts at a fast trot for right now to burn some extra energy she didn't need at all.
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Hades
May 28, 2010 21:41:29 GMT -5
Post by Adelais on May 28, 2010 21:41:29 GMT -5
The dark lord continued forth across the beaten and broken land, oblivious to the approaching form that stalked arrogantly towards him. His merciless green eyes stared ahead unblinking in the blinding light, his long legs stretched out pushing him forth as his ebony talons dig into the crumbling ground. His mind as empty as the land he called home. His ebony muzzle was curled in a cruel smile, his large muscular body was a menacing shadow among the otherwise unnaturally bright land. The ground which he walked burned his soft ebony pads, but the dark lord was numb to the pain being accustom to it. He walked with a intimidating confidence and purpose that few wolves would ever achieve in their life time.[/color]
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