Biography
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Rain collected on a young, blood-red wolf's fur in the murky twilight, running down his small snout as he dipped his head to the burly wolf on night guard.
"What is it, mutt?" the older wolf snapped, lip curled into a sneer.
"I had a few questions to ask you." the red wolf said evenly, eyes downcast and to the side.
Predator growled. "What makes you think I'll give you answers? I don't have time for milk nosed pups." he said bluntly and turned his back.
Bloodspill took a step closer, keeping his nose level to the dense mud. "I thought you might pass down some of your wisdom. Not every pack has a resident monster."
Predator momentarily flinched, then stomped a paw down a whiskers length from the young wolf's snout, a snarl marring his face. "I'm no elder! Get some other lazy beast to tell you stories!"
Bloodspill tilted his head to look up the pillar of a paw at Predator. "Really? Could've fooled me, the way you treat that lone." he said.
Predator's ears laid flat, and a quick flash of alarm lit his eyes before he resumed his offensive front. "Any lone that gets this close to camp is killed for their troubles, mutt." he snarled. "I don't know who you're talking about."
Bloodspill sat back on his haunches and let loose a huff of amusement. "You're very bad at this, I hope you realize." Predator drew himself up, ready to chase the cocky youngling back to his den.
"Oh, before you try that overused tactic, I have an offer to make." Bloodspill said, relaxed and calm. "I'm sure you would be interested in the terms. If they aren't kept, well, I can't guarantee your satisfaction, since you would no longer be a part of the pack."
Predator hesitated, wary of this other side of the usually placid blood-red wolf.
"That's right. A poor monster like you is easily cowed, am I right?" Bloodspill murmured, eyes flashing. "I'm almost disappointed. I thought such a formidable wolf would have more solid of a defense ready." He stepped around Predator, tail raised, a smirk gracing his face. "You'll do exactly as I say, for fear of your position. From now on you will treat me as your superior."
Predator bristled, silently baring his teeth in defiance. "Of course, mutt." he snapped.
Like a bat out of hell, Bloodspill caught firm hold of the older wolf's left ear and crushed the cartilage between his pearly teeth like an ant underpaw. Predator lurched back, swallowing a selfish yelp.
"Don't toy with me, monster," Bloodspill chided, on his toes and ready to snap again. "If I catch a single word of insolence, you won't live long to regret it."
Predator clenched his teeth. "I understand." he growled, keeping his resentful golden gaze on the ground.
"Now now, I don't want us to be on bad terms," the young wolf said, dipping into the roan wolf's personal bubble again. "We really aren't that far apart. I'm getting a simple thing here, a bit of respect really is in order. But it isn't a reason to distance yourself." The blood-red wolf grinned, showing the tips of his milky fangs.
Predator jerked his head back, unease rippling through his thick pelt.
"Don't be alarmed, I only want to be friends." Bloodspill said, tipping his sleek head to catch Predator's fiery eye.
Predator shifted, trying now to ignore the small wolf that insistently demanded some recognition. "Leave it be for tonight," he growled quietly, uncertain of every word he spoke.
Bloodspill rolled his eyes and leaned back. "Enjoy your cold, sleepless night then," he said sharply, and trotted briskly back to the den.
Breeding Info
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| Personality
As a pup Bloodspill already had a very black heart. He inherited his father's silvery cunning and his mother's charming features. Growing up, he was surrounded by wolves who treated him like a treasured bone, something to be protected and not often touched. Bloodspill had his fill of placidity. Having only himself as a friend until he was nearly grown, there was plenty of time for him to think upon the future and explore the possibilities of becoming Alpha. Leadership seemed tiring, but ruling over the pack seemed like it would be plenty of fun. Bloodspill took it upon himself to learn as much as he could, so no wolf could ever call him coddled and stupid.
He does not consider any of his packmates his friends, mostly because guard dogs don't make good companions. He did, however, approach Predator with an offer that couldn't be refused, and keeps him in the foremost of his thoughts.
Nothing really bothers Bloodspill, except perhaps the occasional dull witted mongrel that acts above his station. He fits the role of royalty like a glove, and expects and tolerates nothing but a wolf's very best.
Preferences
KNEEL
Special Skills
Just about everything shrewd and twisted in the pack originates from him. Someone wakes up nursing a nipped ear? Bloodspill. There isn't any unburied food? Bloodspill. Packmates fighting? Bloodspill. Turmoil amuses him.
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