[Grey wolf] Ramiel

The start of this twisted tale begins in the lands of Africa. There was a pack that was nestled deep in the southern region of the continent. It was a smaller pack, but they had a lot of land to their claim. Other wolves often did not wish to come near their boundaries. They were known to be much larger than the average wolf found on African lands, and for that, they were distant. The alpha of the pack, named after his grandfather, was Khaza. Khaza had been searching for the perfect mate for many months and finally he found her. He sent his forces in to the pack's borders and had them steal her in the night. Sherai was her name and in the coming winter, the pair mated. She did not love him, but he loved her. Or he was in love with the idea of loving her. It was hard to determine which was the true feeling.

When the pups were born, all of them shared the same marking as their father, the darkened V-shape on their muzzle. The only male to come from the litter was Iatro. There was a lot of weight that would be held on his shoulders. He may have had the markings of his father, but his eyes were of his mother's. They were identical to her own, a true work of art. The pack wolves believed that he would be the heir to the throne, that he would produce many litters to spread their pack throughout the lands. But a few months after the pups were born, the parents mated with one another again. For some reason, it took. And it worked. In September, the pups were born. There were only three of them, and the last to be born was the male. He had the markings of his father, and eyes were close to his mother's. This male looked very similar to Iatro.

But he was nothing like his brother. Being that he was small, he was mistreated by his family. He was the lesser wolf of the pups. He was the smallest they had ever had. He was broken. Even though he shared the markings of his father, he was treated as though he was a bastard pup. He was beaten and bullied, attacked relentlessly. While his brother was being praised for how he looked, Ramiel was being treated poorly. His life was nothing like his siblings'. It was the worst thing for him. But when Iatro was found to be gay, everything changed for Ramiel. He was promoted through the ranks and no longer did the pack treat him wish such disgust. He often spoke ill of his brother, and helped to create a new way of life within the pack.

Ramiel had made a life of getting beaten and abused. He was tougher than any the pack had seen before. He was accustomed to pain and he wanted the others to be as well. Ramiel made the changes he needed to and he turned the pack on the other young male. He was gone, but there were those that still spoke of him. Ramiel wanted to be the son they spoke of, who they adored. He knew that the only way he was going to be able to do that would be through bringing the dead body back to the pack. He left the lands of the pack, seeking where his brother had been taken to. He found little traces of his scent and heard from one of the other canines that he had escaped. He searched the coast for a long time, but he ever found Iatro.

He decided that he should cross the great water and make his journey to find the bastard who left them. With him, he took three wolves from his pack. They crossed the water, but through the task, the others had died. The waves got to be too strong, and they were not tough enough to make it to shore. Ramiel was all alone now, and he would find his brother. He would kill him and bring back the proof that Iatro, though bigger - was not the better son. He would bring back his beautiful V pattern upon his face.

Ramiel loves violence, more so than anything in his life. He would much rather kill something than to just harm it, but he will do both without reason. He is sick in the mind, twisted with ideas that often get himself into trouble. Since he suffered from abuse as a pup, he works to make it better by hurting others more than he was hurt. He does not suffer from emotions or bad memories. Everything that happened to him has caused him to be the wolf he is today. He is proud of his marks, his scars, and the reasons he got them. They are constant reminders. He has a blood lust and has been known to snap when around it. He is always on edge, never trusting and always alert for a fight.

He does not pity others, nor does he want their sympathy. He will never accept help from anyone, knowing that he has to do it all alone. He wants to never depend on another. He is the only wolf that matters to him. Good luck getting this male to settle down with a female. He hates them and thinks they are only good for breeding, and creating life. Anything outside of that is pointless. They talk too much for his own taste. The only thing he does like about females are the affects their heat makes on other males and himself. He is always down for a fight.