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My birth name is a name I shall never use- Spirit Curse

I go by my new name: Tux

My genes created me- brujo

Weary paws have taken me: four Springs

As I listen to everyone else, I cringe back...

I am as silent as a shadow in the dead of night. I seem to be the one no one ever notices. Yes, although I am there, in plain view, no one usually speaks to me and it is believed I don't even listen, but everyone is wrong. True, I am silent most of the time for I never want to say anything that might upset someone but I do listen and I listen well for I can remember even the smallest detail. I am not one who holds a grudge, only when the sin committed is unforgivable such as my father's. I am smart and very intellectual and I know my own strength and weaknesses' so I always know when to back down.

I dislike fighting yet I am an exceptionally accomplished fighter when I must. I understand everything -most of the time- and I can relate to other wolves just don't expect me to answer you if you come to tell me what is wrong for I will support you, but I only listen because to me words are useless and something we could all live without- almost. You could also say I am very protective and I will fight for my dreams and causes until I die.

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It is how you are marked-

Muddy colored voids which I use to see, sit plastered on my charcoal facade. Blackened audits stand erect and alert for any signs of danger. My elegant, night-kissed, thick, rough and short fur lay sleek on my body except where my muscles bulge and around my shoulder blade. Basically my whole body is like looking into the night sky- all you see is black darkness, which is practically me. From the nape of my neck starting in a thin hard-to-see line, all the way down to between my hind legs is a patch of white fur. The white fur is perfectly clean for I never let bloodshed or anything else taint it. Snowflakes, yes, that is the perfect color to describe how white it is especially lying against my perfectly shaded black pelt. I have all but one noticeable blemish which runs down the middle of the white starting from my shoulder to my underbelly from an ambush attack... But I like my look, makes me seem... I don't know, me.

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My livid yet blurry past:

As I was born, my first time listening to the new world around me with my small audits. I heard things one so young should ever hear, which I shall never repeat. Like all pups do me and my siblings faught for dominance and our mothers' milk even when we could not see each other. Once my voids opened for the first time to the cave around me, I watched my parents fight as did my sisters and heard my father say, "My only son will be called-" He was cut off by my mother who insisted on a different name but said just this, "No. My little boy will be called Tux. As for his sisters they shall be named Snow Cap, Amber, and Twilight."

Outraged my father unsheathed his long and sharp talons, "Never should I have let myself love such a wench!" With that said my father attacked my three sisters; killing them each with one blow. My voids widened in fear for my little mind raced thinking I was next. Oddly, he didn't. Instead he glared at Mother, "I need you around wench for he still needs your milk. Plus I like the pleasure of watching you try to squirm away form me." Father snickered evilly as I ran to my mother and cuddled against her white and soft fur as she glared back at him; water coming form her eyes. "Momma," I said, "Dad is just being like this because of something someone else did, right? And he's just taking it out on us..?" Mother shook her head, more tears streaming down.

For a while I lived with having to watch my mother get beaten up and used by my father the less I needed her milk. Nearby I had a secret friendship with with a female feline who called herself Kally whom Father lated killed and told me sternly, "Never will they be your friend. Their kind and ours are enemies, protect your own kind, not theirs. Now pick one." Of course, I had picked ours.

When one of their fights went too far, Father killed Mother. I could not take my chocolate voids off of her her once beautiful white pelt- now stained red- and my fathers black one with the blood standing out of his too. So I fled, my muddy eyes watering just like Mother's had once. I ran for two days straight without stopping and when I did, I had no idea where I was, I was tired, hungry, thirsty, and heartbroken. As I wondered after I got myself water I stumbled into a pack which took me in without a second glance because the Alpha Female thought I was cute and adopted me as her own. For the time I lived there for one long year, they raised kindly and taught all I needed to know before I set off on my three-year-long journey that has taken me here...

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I have sworn my heart to- Lights.

While here- I expect to find someone who cares for me, and enjoys my company.
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[Silentstorm]

Wow! Nice,

Accepted