Born in FallStraight
Deep clover green eyes
black nose
pink tongue
pink with black spots paw pads
pink claws
voice
Scent of BloodReference(s):
His pelt is mostly crimson. Almost the exact color of blood. He sports thin black stripes all the way down his ridiculously long, skinny legs. His tips of all his paws are white. His tail has the same black stripes with a small white tuft at the end of it. His muzzle is also striped and he looks to have a black mask around his emerald eyes. His ears are black as well. At the top of his back is where the red gets the most bright and vibrant. From that intense red sprouts a large pair of crow like wings. A few white feathers peak out of all the blackness around the tips of each wing. Between his wings are sprouting quills that are striped black and white.
Markings
Black horizontal stripes down his legs
Scars
Mutations
Flight
Quills - still in the beginning stage
Likes: Learning, being alone (most of the time), flying through storms, ravens (not as food though), wolves with unwavering confidence, the sound of cracking bones, practicing magic, .Dislikes: Following orders, any mention of his past, suck ups, running (he'd rather fly), .Strengths: Extremely focused, an avid flyer, isn't quick to fall for anyone's tricks, knows no motion sickness. .Weaknesses: Easily angered, envious, insecure, paranoid of being found by his family..Fears: His family, but not much else. Why be afraid when life is meaningless to you?.
Alignment
Dark
Xanthius is as selfish as they come. No one ever gets that impression at first however, he's good at putting on a show and acting nice so that situations can be bent into his favour. He is extremely manipulative. He doesn't let anyone get close with him in fear they will see right through his acts. Once in a while some wolves come along that he will see as his equal. He will often treat them worse than others, just to test them and see if they can handle his dark side. Of course like most wolves who seem heartless, he does have a heart deep down. It takes a lot of prying and patience to find it but once it is, it's never going to let that wolf go. He has a tendency to get jealous and possessive which can drive the ones he loves away. He feels love isn't worth the grief and avoids it at any cost. He thinks he knows more than others and if he needs to learn something, he prefers to go about it by himself though at the same time he doesn't think very highly of himself and will often judge others to feel better about himself.
Completed Threads
Rat on Rock
Disasterology
Current Threads
Born in Sverige to a pack of Ubeli consisting of his grandparents, parents, a couple aunts and uncles and some cousins. His entire family was very close. He was born with one brother. While Xanthius was black and red, his brother Zentavius was white and blue. Xanthius always felt his family favoured his brother over him, especially their father. Everyone else in the pack had bright colors like his brother. They all soared through the sky flashing their brilliant hues like a rainbow. Xanthius would trail behind, a shadow. He felt as ignored as one. His brother and cousins would make fun of him so he would often go for romps alone. On one of his walks he met a beautiful Ubeli from another pack that specialized in water magic. She was practicing her skills at a small pool of water. They continued to meet there for half a year, practicing their magic together and talking for hours into the night. Xanthius had fallen hopelessly in love with her, not that he could admit it to her. His brother and cousins had been spying on them; little did Xanthius know. Zantavius introduced himself to Xanthius' love one day. His charm and wit drew her in and she left Xanthius waiting at their usual meeting time for a few days in a row. Xanthius went searching for her. When he found her snuggled up to his brother something in him snapped. He went for Zentavius' neck and brutally murdered him right in front of her eyes. Another set of eyes who saw were one of his cousins. They promptly alerted the rest of the pack. Before Xanthius could even muster up anything to say to her, he had to fly away. His family was shouting death threats. He left his tear-soaked love and his blood-soaked brother down below, and darted through the tops of the trees so they couldn't see him. He kept flying until he found the city. He made a home out of a small building that is barely standing in the heart of the city. He usually only comes out at night to stay out of sight and has been living off a diet of birds.
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