Biography
Feint right, roll left. Lunge forward, backpedal away. Claw across, dodge right. Feint, roll, lunge, backpedal. Slam, bite, dodge....pin. Night Reign smacked her opponent against the cold, hard ground, bleeding a crimson hue. There was only a glimmer of doubt before she swiftly ended that wolf's life. There was no time to be soft. This was war. Her battling pack mates snarled and clashed with the enemy. Her forces were rigidly disciplined, trained to perfection, marching in organized battalions. The other pack was.... a mess. No order at all. Night Reign could not even tell who was the alpha. Then again, there wasn't much Night Reign could see, over the heads of the adults. Night Reign, forever called 'Night', was just an old pup, or a young wolf, as many others in her army were. And even though Night had trained for it her whole life, anticipated it, even longed for it - she now hated war. Her ears rang from the screams and snarls of dying wolves, from the thuds of bodies hitting the ground. Her nostrils reeked of metallic blood. This was Night's third battle. And this war was dragging out, even with the other side being so disorganized. It was infuriating, really. Every time Night got a wolf cornered, another would rush in to save him or her. It was stupid, and frustrating. Maybe that was why the battles lasted an eternity. While the soldiers of her pack were left to fend for themselves, the other army were always watching each other's back. But nobody had ever done that for Night. And she didn't care. It had made her resourceful, dependent on nobody. It had made her strong. Again. Roll, duck, slash. Kick, slam, lunge. Pin. Again, and again, and again, Night felled all the wolves who got in her way. But she was starting to falter, to tire. Leap, dodge, backpedal. The movements came naturally, for Night and her army had trained day after day after day. Every moment of her life, if Night was not hunting, sleeping, or eating, she and her fellow soldiers were training. It was the life she had been born into. She had known nothing else. Feint, slash, roll....stumble. Night crashed to the ground, her paws having slipped on a lifeless body, slick with crimson liquid. And then she was on the ground. Night was going to die. As knows any young soldier, to fall.... is to die. And her head smashed against the ground. And all went black. Night didn't know for how long she was unconscious. But it was a great shock to realize that her eyes could open, and she wasn't dead. But it was even more alarming to realize she was being stared at. Cool, yellow eyes peered worriedly into hers, and Night staggered to her feet, only to collapse again in the sea of blood. Her head felt like it was going to explode. Her leg was hanging at a strange angle. Every breath made a gash in her side spout out a fountain of blood, as bitter as tears. "You're awake!" The foreign wolf cried. He had a stone gray coat, speckled with flecks of midnight black. Night realized three things. One, the battle was over. Two, she was alone, with all of the bodies littering the once beautiful field. Three, the wolf staring down at her was not part of her army. Night, as the rest of the soldiers had spent hours memorizing each other, so they didn't accidentally hurt one another. This wolf was from the other pack. So why didn't he kill her already? "Why would I do that?" He asked, and Night realized that she had said her last thought aloud. "Because I'm your enemy. Or would you rather me kill you? Although I'd reckon that'd be kinda hard, considering I'm probably about to spontaneously combust any second now." The other wolf laughed, which was strange. Night hadn't been kidding. The other wolf was about her age, a little older. He didn't have the scars of a soldier, which was strange for any wolf to lack in these times. Suddenly, Night was being hauled to her paws by the other wolf. "By the stars, you're a disaster. Come with me," he said, leaning her weight against him. "Why? Why aren't you letting me just die? I'm half dead already. Easier just to finish the job." Night said, staggering forward, sucking in a sharp gasp at the sudden pain. The other wolf tilted his head. "I'm not going to let an innocent wolf die." He answered. Night was no innocent. She had killed at least fourteen wolves in her last battle, and she was only two years old. Night would rather just die. She was worth nothing anyway. "I'm Ollie, by the way." Night glanced up. "Night Reign." She answered, but said nothing else. The other wolf glanced back at her, and smiled. No one ever smiled at her. Night's heart fluttered, and she dared a small smile back at him. She felt something in the pit of her chest, a flicker of something inexorable and strange. Hope
Breeding Info
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| Personality
When the days are cold
And the cards all fold
And the saints we see
Are all made of gold
When your dreams all fail
And the ones we hail
Are the worst of all
And the blood's run stale
I want to hide the truth
I want to shelter you
But with the beast inside
There's nowhere we can hide
No matter what we breed
We still are made of greed
This is my kingdom come
This is my kingdom come
When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It's where my demons hide
It's where my demons hide
Don't get too close
It's dark inside
It's where my demons hide
It's where my demons hide
When the curtain's call
Is the last of all
When the lights fade out
All the sinners crawl
So they dug your grave
And the masquerade
Will come calling out
At the mess you made
Don't want to let you down
But I am hell bound
Though this is all for you
Don't want to hide the truth
No matter what we breed
We still are made of greed
This is my kingdom come
This is my kingdom come
When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It's where my demons hide
It's where my demons hide
Don't get too close
It's dark inside
It's where my demons hide
It's where my demons hide
They say it's what you make
I say it's up to fate
It's woven in my soul
I need to let you go
Your eyes, they shine so bright
I want to save their light
I can't escape this now
Unless you show me how
When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It's where my demons hide
It's where my demons hide
Don't get too close
It's dark inside
It's where my demons hide
It's where my demons hide
Demons, by Imagine Dragons
Preferences
Your wolves played: Night Reign intertwines their tail with Ollie.
Your wolves played: Ollie shivers a little and Night Reign cuddles up to them to warm up.
Special Skills
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Winter 
Night Weather: 
Sleet Moon: 
