Shadow

Shadow
-->Shadows<-- are my -->Protection<--
-->Shadows<-- are my -->Companions<--

The wolven brute padded along, but as usual, staying within the shadows. He wasn't named "Shadow" for nothing. Ever since he was little, he had been fascinated by the darkness. If you really wanted to get him talking, bring up the subject of shadows or darkness. But just because of that didn't mean he was some evil being. No; he was cool, calm, and always kept himself collected. Seemingly unbelievable for such a young adult, being around the age of 4. Yes, he played, he roamed, he had that same adventurous spirit. But there was something about him that was different; something that no one else had.

The ebony brute then turned down a long alleyway with a few others branching off, and slunk through the dim light of sunset for only a brief moment before he was once again enclosed in shadows. He grinned lightly to himself, sighing afterwards. What was there to do? He loved night time-- that was when he often had the most fun and was able to open up and speak and act more freely. It was as if there was a clockwork schedule within his brain. Instead of his brain telling him to act that way, the little clockwork schedule told his brain and made him act in such ways.
Another sigh slipped through his parted lips as he looked around, with only the light clicking noises from his claws being heard from the pacement as he trotted along, up against a wall, making sure he was hidden completely. His banner hung loosely behind him and his dial was held shoulder level. No, not in any type of submission to anyone or anything. It was just how he was. He soon slowed and came to a halt, noticing the sun was nearly behind the top of the building in front of him. He turned his head and looked off to the side. Ah, the moon. What he was looking for. He lowered onto his belly and laid there, just staring at it, as if mezmerized(sp?) by it's outer beauty. It shone so brightly in a dark night sky, deeping by the blues that brought on the shadows. He then rested his head on his forepaws, ready to catch a quick nap. Then he'de be on his way.

Shadow

HERITAGE;
Timber Wolf
CURSED;
Male
APPEARANCE;
Hueless colors cover over a slender and well-sculpted frame of nice muscling. He is mostly black all over, but also has some silver as well, with a slight "saddle" mark on his scruff and upper back area. The top of his neck is silver, but it all has some black hairs mixed in. The top back part of his head is also silver. Both colors are interlaced with each other all over his body, except for his chest, throat, muzzle, and ears which are pure black. Both eyes are a bright yellow.
PERSONALITY;
Nobody really knows his true personality. He's just like a shadow; dark and mysterious. He doesn't enjoy talking much, and he's a wolf of few words. Pack life isn't really for him. He doesn't like submitting, and thinks that everyone should have their rightful freedom to do as they please. While he's usually more on the peaceful side, don't get on his bad side. At times he seems evil, but he really isn't. It's just the way he sometimes appears.
RESIDES;
Loner

FRIENDS;
None
DISLIKED;
None

Shadow

The black brute caught his nap and was on his paws in a flash. Geeze, already the morning sun was beginning to rise. He shook his dial harshly before turning and heading off. This area had nothing in store for him.

Silverfur

The large silver brute walked down the alley towards the aegis dden, when another brute came into view. Knowing he had never seen this wolf before he growled and padded closer, his growl a threatening voice. " Who are you, and why are you on the Shadow Lurkers territory?" He growled deeply, his golden eyes piercing.