avery; the alpha

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Name: Avery

Age: Six.

Species: Demonic

Pack: Olice

Rank: Alpha

Element: Water/poison

Appearance: Avery is very odd-looking, especially in the way he walks. He is midnight black, with a white underbelly, underlegs, and muzzle. He sports a blood red collar that has ivory spikes dotting it at regular intervals, and stunning blue eyes. He's a very large size--tall, lean, and somewhat muscular. He is handsome in a sense, and a heart-breaker to match. He has a white star on his head that resembles the star of David. He wears this as a proud symbol indicating that he is a trained killer, specializing in the art of it. His tail is not like that of a normal wolf--it's long like a cat's with qhite stripes on the very tip.

Personality: Avery doesn't give a rat's ass for anyone but himself. He is only in life for the fun of it, and he doesn't care what anyone thinks about him. Many would brush him off as being cold-hearted, but he doesn't care what they say. He keeps to himself and avoids contacts with most wolves unless it's a fight, or a chance to mate with them. He is a real ladies-man, and always seems to be in the mood to do it. He has an alluring aura about him, and he tends to fall for the wolves who have a sharp tongue. Well, not fall for them, perse. More like wants to do them.

History: A wolf about the size of an adolescent prowled through the undergrowth, taking swipes here and there at unknown things. He cocked his ears, to get a better listen of things. He looked around, hoping to see where she was. His name was Avery, and he was the son of the leader of this loner pack. His father and mother were no longer in love, and much more, his father didn't give a rat's ass what happened to him. But Avery didn't pay him any mind, for he was happy with just his mother, himself, and his best friend, Lyles.

In fact, he was waiting for Lyles now. He yawned, tired from their adventure yesterday. Lyles was always so ready to go to the next thing, and have another adventure right after they had just finished one. But Avery found it amusing, at any rate. Then a snap sounded in his ear and he looked up to see the beautiful face of Lyles. She was pure white, and had astonishing lavender eyes. He smiled at her, and stood up, stretching. "Come on, what are you waiting for?" She teased, her overly melodic voice chiming like bells.

They were off. They ran quickly, not even sure where they were going, with their tongues lolling off to the side. She skidded to a halt, and then Avery did as well, and she crouched to the ground, a serious expression overcoming her sweet and delicate features. "Do you hear that? It's water." Avery cocked his ears, and like she said, he heard the rush of water. It must have been the waterfall, not to far away. But he didn't see what was so great about it, they had been there several times. More than once, that's for sure.

"What's the big idea? We've been here before?" He said, pointing it out to her. And she smiled, replying, "I know that, but we've never swam in it. And that's what we're doing today!" Avery stopped, and then she also skidded to a halt. Every wise wolf knew that the water was much too quick to go swimming about it, even if they were strong swimmers. Many died in it, and they were but a forgotten memory, now. "Are you crazy!? We can't swim in that, we'd be dead!" Lyles clicked her teeth at him, rolling her lavender eyes. "Have you no sense of adventure?" She scoffed.

They reached the waterfall, and Avery looked at it with apprehension. But Lyles looked oh so willing to do this. Suddenly, she leaped, in, splashing him with ice-cold water. "Come on! What are you waiting for? We're both going to swim to the other side, come on!" Avery looked at her with doubt, but jumped in at any rate, thrashing his limps through the ice cold water like a pup. He struggled against the current, keeping his head above the water at all times, and he forever made sure that she was beside him, at all times.

He pulled himself out, and he looked back to see if Lyles was coming. But she wasn't. She was floating downstream. The current was too much for her. "Lyles! Lyles no!" He screamed, but whatever she was saying he couldn't hear, she was too far off. It was too late. She was practically dead. He rushed up the bank to stay at her side, from the land, and as she began to fall from the waterfall, all he could say was "I love you." But whatever reply she had, if she had one, was lost by the roaring thunder of the water.

Avery returned home with a frown on his face the whole way. He couldn't shake the feeling away that this was all his fault, the reason she died. He could have stopped it! He could have stopped her from jumping in, he knew he could of! He was too much of a coward to jump in after her, when she was floating from the waterfall, too much of a coward. He felt hot tears sting his eyes, and he shook them away. Now's not the time to be kicking yourself for it, He told himself, but he couldn't let it go. It was his fault, his fault, he knew it was just his fault.

He accidentally collided with his father when he came back to camp, and he muttered a sorry, not even with reality. His father stopped and stared at him. "Why don't you make yourself useful and hunt, or do something productive, for once?" His father's tone was harsh, but Avery ignored it, like usual. But then he thought... He wasn't going to ignore it anymore. His mother was being warded off, everyone was being warded off from him, just because he had a sour attitude. "Lyles is dead." He said to his father. Though his father never liked Lyles, so he might have thought it as a treat.

His father stopped and turned around. "Good riddance, another one less of you pups to get in the way." Avery couldn't handle it anymore. He would get through to his dad, one way or another. "Shut up, dad, you don't know anything." Some of the other wolves began to look up from what they were doing, at Avery and his father. His father whipped around, a scornful look on his maw. "Boy, you take that back before I show you what death's really like." His tone was savage, but Avery held no expression to this. His face was void, as his feelings were. "Dad, you don't know death. You don't care about anyone enough to even bat an eye when they die. You don't know pain, or suffering, or any of that stuff!" His father growled deep, low, and manacing. "I'll show you how to suffer, if you don't cut your tongue ina hell of a second,"

Avery stood up taller, facing his dad right in the eyes. Many of the other wolves were now taking notice of them, and were watching. "You are a coward, dad, who never cared about anyone but himself." His dad whipped a paw across his face, and muttered low, so no one else could hear, "I suggest you leave, and never come back, or else your life will be more of a hell than it already is." So Avery turned and left, only saying goodbye to his mother before he left. But his mother was not present. His mother was dead.

He didn't stick around to wait for a reason why his mother was dead, or why his father had lost it. It would have happened eventually, either way he looked at it. So for now Avery took off running, to a faraway place where he could live in peace.