Lunacy at its best

Quote:Lilith "Venom"

Quote:4 years

Quote:Female

Quote:Chaotic Evil

Quote:`INTELLIGENT & CLEVER

'Even as a cold-hearted assassin, a wolf must be intelligent and be able to develop clever tactics specially for their victims. I was trained in targeting my foe's weaknesses and strengths, and exploiting these in the assassination. However, I displayed a unique skill that I had never studied. I was able to develop what you would call masks for my true personality. Very rarely will you hear myself mention my own name, and in my true shape. If you do, prepare for a one-way ticket to hell. Current residence: You'

Quote:`DISEASED & PSYCHOTIC

'After I was born as Lilith, I was clearly with a nasty lust for blood. The taste would always excite me, as well as the scent. Both of my parents abandoned me far from pack territories as a yearling, as I was claimed too dangerous for life around other wolves. This was true, and when I was discovered and recruited by Lunatik, this diseased mind of mine only grew stronger in the murder of the Black clan. It was a wondrous night, the metallic scent of blood in the air, the pained screams of the wolves within, the bloodlust within me only would grow to this day, and here in Alacrita, I will bring hell to the surface, just as we did in the original lands where Lunatik ruled over.'

Quote:The slate hued femme is not of such feminine stature, standing at a mammoth forty-two inches of height, weighing in at a rather light one hundred ninety-six pounds, due to most of her body being tightly bound muscle. The diseased femme is cloaked in slate blue tones all about her body, evenly alternating with gray tones to give the appearance of a solid color all over. A blanket of darker slate tones masks the dame's broad and strong back, covering her tail, and twining up to her neck, where it widens to cover the entirety of it in a solid pattern. If you are able to gaze upwards, you will find a pair of devilish and bloodthirsty eyes, both a bright crimson, the pupils ringed in a strange silver tone due to a damaged eye color gene. Always will you find her jagged mouth in a devilish grin, finding humor in your every word and secret. Scattered all about the femme's bodice are scars, hidden by time, and the lack of battle and blood.

Quote:Yet another day in the femme's diseased world, where blood would fill each nook and cranny, but yet it would not satisfy her hunger. A nagging scent would tug at the slate blue femme's nose, as her massive figure would lead her toward a rock, where she tend would leap upon, a rough noise following. In the distance, she could sight wolves getting closer, which then she would close her eyes and imagine the battle for the Black clan.

The blood. The screams. It would only cause the slate blue femme to snicker as a clan member lay dead between her massive paws. One scarred eye would move slightly as her crown would turn to watch another fleeing member attempt to sneak by. In a quick movement, the femme's body would lurch forth to assault the fleeing wolf, bringing it's small stature to the ground in mere seconds as strong jaws would snap tightly shut at the jugular of the wolf?

The slate blue femme would raise her ears as red orbs would reveal themselves once more as the cry of a raven interrupted her thoughts, which then she would reply to with a distasteful snarl and would drop from the rock, padding toward the figures she had imagined, one of them being Lunatik. Perhaps he had made it, perhaps he had not. However it would be, the femme would wreak havoc on all remaining Black clan members, and would personally deliver to them hell.