Name: Scorch (but prefers Storm) Species: Volcanic wolf Gender: Agender (He/They) Personality: A soft and sweet enby on the outside, but a chaotic and crazy one on the inside. Storm is troubled with split personalities (Dissociative identity disorder). He is generally quiet and doesn't speak. Extra info: Their parents are unknown but most likely died from the civil war among his pack. His other "personality" goes by his original name 'Scorch', but they picked a softer name from themself ('Storm'). Extra note: Volcanic wolves are classed into three sections, messengers (who were born with wings, like Storm), attackers (those born with the ability to control fire and lava), and alphas who are born with both qualities. Alphas are extremely rare and there is usually two per pack. *trigger warning, graphic-ish scenes* Backstory: The little pup darted between his mother's legs, giggling as their little paws slipped on the wet ground. Their mother playfully snapped to try and grab them, jumping around to face the pup, her tail wagging. The little pup bowed in a playful position, little growls emerging from his throat. Suddenly they were interrupted by a large howl, the howl from one of their alphas. A deep, bellowing sound and released from such a small wolf. Their mother motioned for them to follow and as they were both padding back to the pack, the pup's father ran into them, his eyes bloodshot, claws stained with red and teeth baring. The pup had to look away because of how terrified he was. The mother frowned and raised an eyebrow, but before she could speak, the giant male wolf launched on top of her, his claws launching in her side. The little pup yelped and jumped back, more aggressive growls escaping his throat. He knew the punishments his dad would get for doing this. The little pup tried to let out a little howl, but the male wolf had already done it. He sleeked up to the pup, whispering in their ear, "You're just like me," before running off into the bushes, leaving a trail of red. Then, an alpha from the pup's pack can running over, collapsing at the sight of the female corpse. His eyes were wide and he grabbed the pup, holding them close to him. The pup was in tears and disbelief that she was gone, his body shaking intensely. "It's ok Storm.. it's ok." the alpha tried to comfort the pup, lifting them up onto his back. Storm gripped onto the wolf's back, shoving his snout into the neck fur. As they got closer to the pack's den, a scent overwhelmed Storm. They lifted their head to be greeted by bodies everywhere, ruthlessly torn apart. "I'm like him... I'm like him.." the little pup kept repeating quietly to himself. He grew stressed and gripped onto the alpha with his claws, causing the alpha to yelp loudly and throw them of his back. The pup slid across the gravel and yelped as a sharp rock slashed their paw. "I'm just like him!" they shouted as their pupils narrowed, and fangs bared. (this was the start of his DID) He looked around sharply, taking sharp inhales, head pounding. His eyes landed on the alpha and they bent down. The alpha took a few steps back, shaking his head and trying to talk to the pup, but all outside sounds were blurry and inaudible. Scorch launched himself into the alpha, fangs burying into the soft neck. The alpha howled in pain, aggressively yanking the pup and throwing him across the sharp gravel. The pup whimpered and looked up to the alpha, pupils back to normal and filled with fear. The alpha took a few steps towards the pup with a sorrowing look, but Storm flew off, wings slightly torn. He flew for hours until his wings could lift him no more. They landed softly at a little lake, grass surrounding it. He had never seen land like this before and it instantly calmed him down. They curled up, tail neatly tucked and fell asleep. to be continued... >:3
character design by @Kingsdee
