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Post by Lunrick on Apr 7, 2007 16:19:46 GMT -5
 
The forest quivers in fear when his name is spoken. Not a soul dares to remember, or even speak of him. For he was only a tale that pups were told when they were bad. If only it was still that simple. He was risen from the deep regions, coming to haunt and kill. Deidara, the name once spoken and never heard from again. He rose up beside another, another demon hoping to not let her get hurt.
They say he has been alive since time began, yet that couldn't be true. With proud and strength-filled power he has prowled. Only being of 3 years, yet believed to live forever.
Only a monster with such power could call himself a Brute. Many would think only a vixen would follow another around, like a love sick puppy. Yet, this demon, was actually a fallen angel, who picked the wrong vixen to love.
Lurking in the shadows, following a certain vixen around like a pup, and guarding her with his life. He is proud to call himself a lone wolf. Told in the tales to rise up with large black wings sprouting form his shoulders, maybe you should try and find out if those tales are true.
The tales speak of the fallen angel who has her fur blessed with the color of fresh fallen snow. Few could ever find his true color, for when he was seen, it was only a dream. Yet his most striking feature would be his optics, being the color of a bright amber and gold. His body is slim, fit to running and swiftly following his love. He is perfectly balanced, with perfect proportions. His coat is thin, allowing him to follow with demonic mistress, without getting stuck in low brush.
He is told to be an angel, one that only followed his love to protect her. The story tellers speak that at times he followed her, even when killing others. Yet, he is overly powerful, one that any vixen would fall for. The few who have gotten away, speak that his mind is true, and only a fallen angel to the wrong place..
His background is light, for he was told to be a angel. For tales are still told of how he saved a small pack of pups from a huge bear. With only a beat of his large black wings, the bear fell to the ground lifeless. No one knows if the tales are true, but many wish they were. Remember to watch your back, for he might be behind you, only to follow his love.
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