Aveen

Nickname: ''Finis''

Gender: Brute

Age: 5 y/o

Build:

He is an enormous canine, with shrunken proportions and a deadpanned face. He is rather narrow for his build though still healthily fit. He has shadowy fur, with a little bit of leaden adorning his physique. He has flaxen irises, stout paws, and a lengthy, slim snout. His voice is guttural, and throaty with a raw, benign accent. His odor is of a seared forest.

Persona:

Ankou is a reticent spirit that embodies sanity and clemency in his heart. Although, that is best not to take advantage of his sympathy because, with a pragmatic mind, he remains the murderer he was oriented to be. He is a stoic, reserved brute, and lives on the edge of reverie. He isn't prone to comply, though, despite his father's position, he has no possibility but to comply with the regulations of the empire and take whatever spur his father gives. He tends to be a rather sheltered spirit, speaks when is spoken to, and speaks when it's required. He isn't gentle, even if he tries, he fails and comes off as a scathing, brutal individual with an assertive aura and a disheartening exterior.

Territory:

A deserting area, with little to no vegetation. Their dens are unearthed deep into the sand, to where sandstone can be attained to harbor the underpasses that lay underneath the barren lands. Water is a demanding chore to locate as well as nourishment, so the empire takes the gamble to travel further into the rather stark grasslands. It is futile to survive in the deserting biome for an elemental spirit that is not fire.

Abilities:

Ankou can decide, determine and exploit the causes of demise, allowing him to choose and handle when, how, where, and why someone dies and even induce the circumstances.

His touch is not tainted, just callous and abiotic.

Other: Picture from CastleGraphics on DA

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When the night ebbed away, Ankou seemed to be the first one stirring out of his restful slumber. In a cove reserved for him, he relished in the tranquility. Not aggravated by the bothering snores or mumbles of the canines, he had a surplus of time to cherish the quietude. Cherish the little whistles of the current draft in the roominess of his residence, tousle his fur and his mistiness out of his eye.

''That couldn't have been him, right-'' Voices like a mantle of sand fondled his audits to prickle aloft on his cranium. The canines residing in the empire were doubtful of a canine merging into their brood. Another fire element. Ankou recalled the encounter with the outsider wolf; rubicund fur, bloodstained irises, and an intense voice. There was an abundance of fire elemental spirits in this region, maybe far too many. They were like little, fiery ants bustling throughout this monotonous landscape; performing under his father's desires and demands.

Although, Ankou was not like his father desired him to be; the mere attribute that could correspond to his father was Ankou's blunt savagery. And the rest characteristics were foreign to everyone. Ankou stood out like a sore thumb. Foreign in his own motherland.

In a brisk skim, he ascended on his feet, dawdling until he reached the cove's entrance. The outside was luminous; hot and as foreseen, barren and dead. The canines were trotting amongst one another's presence, uttering and wrestling for entertainment whilst his father and the foreign lupine exchanged in a conversation, given by the immediacy they were at.

The canine seemed a resilient and prudent individual, with an outstanding spirit that his father would favor and provide awareness to. Any brute, any ferocious soul that had any bit of potency would nearly instantly seize his father's attention, besides Ankou. With a warrior-like essence, his father was still irked by how Ankou was still an impassioned satchel. Had compassion and acuity in his mind amidst crucial missions.

Slaughtering a guiltless spirit, that had not sinned, was immoral. But, his father did not know that. The fire element was emphatic, brutal, and relentless. And whilst his father thought of him as the fire wolf, Ankou wasn't. He felt nonnative and had a tremendous dissimilarity with the fire element. He had no fire in his heart, he hardly had any insight into it. It was just death, he was just touching the nothingness and dispassion of it. Exactly why he couldn't comprehend their vindictive nature and impulsive intuition. They wanted to oversee and mandate the one's beneath them, transcend the vastly diverse elements just by how decisive and unwavering in their own abilities they were.

''Your father likes him it seems,'' The delicate, soft-spoken voice that chimed in, made Ankou draw his irises away to bat at his mother's lean figure reside beside his own. ''It seems so,'' Ankou retorted in a deadpanned, baritone tone, gaze faltering and averting to the cloudless welkin. If his father apprehended Ankou's treacherous element, there wouldn't be any complications to unravel.

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Although, as Ankou endeavored to wire a decent conversation with his mother, the distinct strides of wolves made him avert his gaze. A cluster of wolves, with smeared fire crests on their foreheads, trotted their way over to Ankou and his mother, steeled and ambitious in their own poise.

''Best of luck, son-''

''Be wary of the earth spirits. They're prone to be out in the open at this time, so if anything. Flee or disguise in the shadows,'' Mortimer mustered midst their trot, his voice stagnant and laced with serenity. Ankou despised their choice of biome, and the absence of nourishment caused them to emigrate their hunting grounds to open heathlands, which meant, swarming the earth's spirit habitat and plundering their mother nature's mammals. ''We can start a war by doing this. We're bandits and expect to live in harmony by theft,'' Ankou murmured, enough to receive a hostile look from Mortimer, the one that said ''enough said'' but it was genuine. Flourishing in concord was all Ankou desired. Even with how mortal he was, he wanted to preserve the ties between the elements as strongly as feasible. No rivals, just acquaintances or companions.

Although, as the suspense rose in vast spans, the thundering stampede of hooves rattled them all to descend to their abdomens, from the spontaneous ambush. When the herd of white-tailed deer pranced their way through the heathland in extravagant frolics, Ankou bode still, though had his irises roosted on a specific doe with a scar streaking her backside. Whilst their odors were propelled back into the woodland behind them by the rambling current, Ankou independently repositioned from them. Thoughtless of their whispering hollers, he had his stare meandering elsewhere as he slunk further to where the herd cavorted, which was still perceptible from his place. They abode in the heathland, though far from the cluster of hunters, grazing and observing the panorama in brisk flicks of their cranium.

Victorious in the improvement, Ankou maintained his profile downward and discreet, silent and imperceptible like the death itself, paddling across the heathland in nimble prowls, his golden-threaded irises flashed through the mere voids of the swishing verdure blades, seething into the doe he was latched on from the start.

And when he was in tight closeness, his irises elucidated with a flickering flame, pupils honing into slits as his breaths became periodic. ''Letum,'' The resonating whisper of his voice, stirred like a breeze to the doe that seemed to stiffen before its muscles rippled and its physique descended.