Aixa
Pet Name: Aixa
Owner: shiver
Theme / Type: Daydream Obsideon
Battle Portal Stats
Hit Points: 3 / 3
Strength: 3
Defense: 2
Speed: 1
Intellect: 3
Misticpower: 3
Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0
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Books Read
Books Read: None
Exotic Foods Eaten
Foods Eaten: 3/1254 [ View Foods ]
1. - Tarinooki Pomme
2. - Toxic Pomme
3. - Tropical Pomme
2. - Toxic Pomme
3. - Tropical Pomme
{Welcome?}
The human has a desirable form, thumbs being the most amazing trait they have. They are intelligent, the "top dogs" of the world. However, they many things a creature would not want, such as the feeling of remorse. Yes, some of us have to hunt and kill to sustain ourselves, so why would we feel remorse? Because you're taking another creature from its family. Sometimes that road is tough, I don't know why. Enough of that. Come, take a walk on the wild side...
{The Winged Dreadwolf}
Design
Name: Aixa
Gender: Female
Age: 27 (in human years)
Specie: Dreadwolf
{A Tale To Send Shivers Down Your Spine}
I was born to a privileged position; the daughter of a general, one of three. I could've been doted upon by the nannies, loved on by our mother, but I wasn't interested in any of that. I spent my time in the woods, surrounded by the magic of the trees and wildlife that so flourished, unconcerned with mortal war. I loved all of the beasts that lived within, most of all an obscure specie of wolf - the Dread. In my opinion, there was nothing dreadful about them, but many saw the skulls the beasts wore upon their heads to be morbid. Whether they wore born like this or not, nobody knew. Whatever the case, they were the most beautiful to me. They were much bigger than the average wolf, with pelts that had strange markings and whose colors rivaled that of a rainbow.
I began to wonder if I was meant to be in the body of a human. Why was I not a Dreadwolf? This question plagued me endlessly, and I spent more and more time immersed in the magic of the wood, watching the wolves from a mournful distance. I longed to run with them, to feel the thrill of the hunt, to feel the wind rush through what fur I didn't have. This seemed so far out of my reach until one day... I found a Dreadwolf slaughterground. I was aware of the canine battles that raged since I started watching them years ago, but never had I seen so much of them in once place. It was such a grisly scene, the magic in the air was tainted by the bodies of wounded and dying wolves.
There was one I found that I couldn't stay away from - a large male with tattered and broken feather wings. His life was quickly bleeding away. I approached him and something deep within me was triggered...
The Dreadwolf's life essence poured into me, carried on invisible strands. I don't know how to describe the feeling, except that it was intoxicating and thoroughly overwhelming. When the reverie faded, I found that I had been changed. My soft human flesh sprouted luxurious white fur and my body was long and lithe - the shape of the wolves that scattered around me. Unlike them, however, I sported the colorful, translucent wings of some unknown butterfly.
I knew, however, that the transformation wasn't full. I still had conscious thoughts and feelings that came from my human side. I was so different from the wolves. I used my profound beauty to lure unsuspecting humans and consume their life forces while they were under my "spells" of seduction. Feeding on their primal desires brought me closer to the emotionless oblivion that was the Dreadwolf, but as I took more lives, some queer sense of regret began to well in my gizzard. It was then that I realized that I wouldn't overcome my growing pangs of morality. In my attempt to find a solution, I turned to my human father's war. I began taking the lives of the soldiers that opposed him in battle, hoping that their bloodlust would help me stray from my own humanity...
{Shades of Me}
By Ryutama
By God
By Nine
{Fare Thee Well}
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