Biography
Calm... The wolf who is what his name says... But once, long ago, when he was a pup... He was named Angered Dark. He was the end to his pack... And this story will explain how he got his name..
"Angered! Where are you? Your siblings need to feed, and I sent YOU to hunt!" Karma's Life screamed. Angered growled. He had not hunted, for he never did when it came to be his turn."Angered? Hello? Where are you? Come on, I rely on you! Your Father is dead, and I am left to care for my pups! And my eldest son still does not act the way he should? ANGERED! I am not happy! The pack won't be either!" Karma howled. She was Angered's mother, who relied on him too much. Angered snarled, and trotted off into the forest. The pack expected him to be Alpha, even though he was only one and a half. What did they expect? He growled and snarled to himself, as he approached the regular deer-hunting area. Only when he got around two feet away from the clearing, did he slow down and squat into a hunting position. The deer, still grazing peacefully, had not noticed him. He snickered lightly as a young doe approached his hiding spot. She did not smell him, since the wind was blowing north,and he was facing south. Instincts came in handy when he needed to know his bearings. She stopped only two feet away from him, and started grazing on a rather green patch of grass. Then he made his move, leaping out of the bushes and landing square on the doe's back. She screamed as he bit down, hard, on her neck, and snapped the windpipe all in 10/5 seconds. He jumped off and snapped her back leg, making it easy for him to drag her back alive.. ish. She died slowly on the trip back, her efforts of escape dwindling as she edged closer and closer to Death's arms. Angered finally arrived at the Pack camp, with everyone looking at him, each very displeased." THAT? You think THAT will feed us all?" Karma cried, nursing her young pups." What do you expect? More hunters, the more food!" Angered shouted. This wasn't how the pack should be. They should have Hunting Parties, Patrols, Exploring Groups, and Guards! This pack was already doomed...
Later, on the night of the full moon, was the night Angered took it a step too far...
Angered stared at the moon, listening to it's whispers... It told him what he wanted to do, which sounded like a sweet lullaby... And when the moon told him what he should do, he ignored her completely. Thus losing his connection with her, and the dark clouds hid her from him."NO! THE GIFT!" Angered screamed. The power to speak to Luna, the moon. The Lunar Gift is what it was called. Anyone with it is related to Lupa, Conri, Andubis, and/or Fenrir. In Angered's case... related to all three. Somewhere in the Minordescendant God's lives, they met a mortal wolf. And Angered had earned the Elder Wolves disapproval, thus them disclaiming him. His newfound rage boiled within him... And he remembered what Luna had said on what he wanted. She had said that the pack... he hated and wanted to kill. So he decided to do so. His anger held so deep under finally boiled over, and Fenrir's spirit accompanied him." Come on, son... Do what you think is right..." Fenrir whispered. Angered's eyed glowed as he gained powers that only Fenrir could give. The moonlight shone, but in a oddly dark way...
The path to the Pack camp was steep and treacherous... But Angered bound across it like it was nothing. In a matter of seconds, he was home. Everyone slept in the tree hollows so peacefully... As if accepting their deaths." You really killing while thee sleep...? Where is the madness... The fear and sorrow as they watch others fall to your teeth...? Son, use your powers wisely... In the ways of the mad...," Fenrir whispered... His light red ghost dancing around Angered." Well...? Where is it...?" Fenrir demanded. Angered watched him, in a maddened glare. He threw back his head and howled like a injured pup. Everyone immediately woke, startled by the sudden cry. As they emerged, their eyes widened in horror as Angered... ATTACKED... them. His teeth met flesh, and n one could stop him from ripping them to shreds. Screams of panic and crying erupted... With the overpowered sound of Fenrir's laugh. Angered lifted his head, giving Fenrir a pleading look.* Is this good? Enough grief and saddness... Or more? More?* Angered thought. Still looking at Fenrir." More... MORE!" Fenrir howled, his spirit dancing more vividly. Fenrir's power swelled from the maddness that Angered caused." MORE IT SHALL BE!" Angered screamed. He turned his gaze to his mother's horrified stare." WHY?! WHY KILL YOUR OWN PACK?! YOUR FATHER WOULDV'E PUT A END TO YOU!" She screamed.* So be it... MOTHER...* Angered thought wickedly. Then he launched
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