ooc: test drive with a potential character, vladimir lethe! ^^ name and personality from one of my past charries in another rp. wc: 746
He was dangerous, and he knew it.
The man sauntered through the forest in a Lupus form that boasted a dark crimson pelt adorned with hints of black on his ears, nose, paws, and tip of the tail. The wolfish form showed muscles, bunched in powerful legs that could - and have in the past - taken down another. Contempt for the man had raced through his blood and veins until it had taken over his mind, maddened by the frenzy to kill the idiot. Vladimir had been vicious and cruel in his work - insanity had replaced all semblance of passion the man may once have had and replaced it with blood lust and pure, cold contempt.
He hated all of those were were pathetic, weak, and stupid-minded. That included most people...that weren't him, of course. His pack had been vicious and cruel, and Vladimir had grown up just like the rest of them - but the one thing he had that they didn't was intelligence. He believed himself to be more intelligent than they, his brilliant mind more superior than they. As well as tinged with madness.
He accepted the insanity - embraced it, even. Those who thought it was a bad thing were weak and foolish. It empowered him to do things he would never have done as a simpering idiot that was completely sane and sympathetic with others. Understanding. Caring. Disgusting. Vladimir knew that the only way to get ahead in the world, the only way to do anything at all, was to do it yourself. Others were tools to be used.
Things that were weak...revenge. Revenge was pointless unless it concluded with gain for himself. If one had wronged him in the past, he would gladly kill that one, but only if it posed no danger, threat, or inconvenience for the dark man. Everything about this man was laced with ice cold fury, contempt, and logic tinted with the black sludge of madness. Dark golden eyes flashed in the darkness of the forest in which he tread - he was in this world for him and himself alone.
He had never felt love for another, nor did he care to. The one thing that would cripple a man senseless, rendering him useless to himself and everyone else, was love. The emotion stank of grime, grime that even the most heinous act couldn't scrub away - it stank of grime and pathetic dirt. A cold life was a clean life. Free of the grime that was laced within those who loved's hearts.
He returned to the external world after these thoughts of reflection - he padded through the earth silently and deadly, ready to deceive and kill whoever was needed. Whatever was necessary. He did not have a pack around his dark, crimson ankle, nor did he have anything else - his body was bare. All he needed were his claws, ready to shred, and his teeth, pointed sharp. Daggers flashing in the blackness. His mind, dark and deranged, a city whose lights have been turned off forever. A city whose turns all ended in dead ends until one finally realized that there was no escape, was no freedom. Was only a cage, a dark city, waiting to strangle its victim in deathly throes of black madness.
His paws made no sound on the white snow, left only deep indents where his heavy body pressed down on the light fluff. Ears cocked forward, he was the prime example of a killing machine. He continued to walk until he found... scents.
The scents of many.
He emerged from the forest, from the mountains, until he saw something that interested the man. Out there were forests - but not just forests. He saw, from his high perch of the mountains, lakes and plains and many other things. His sensitive nose picked up the scent of canines - not one. Many. Many upon many. There were packs in these lands.
Vladimir slowly descended the mountains until he was level with the land - now all he could see were wastes and trees and the stark scent of coyote. Coyotes were pathetic - smaller and weaker than Vladimir, whose blood only had wolf in it. Jackals were even worse - tiny. Pathetic. Only the strong could survive, and that meant Vladimir could. He turned away from the stench of coyote and looked towards the trees. If this place was populated...that would mean more opportunities for Vladimir.
It was time to live again.
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