The sun was was just beginning to set below the horizon, casting a dark golden outline around the voluminous, jagged peaks of the mountains in the distance. Astra walked, a soft, dark, morose tune playing in her mind.. Her massive alabaster paws crushed the violets that dotted the forest floor. She stopped, pausing to admire the beauty of the lone blossom on the cherry tree, her serrated, vile nail caressing its delicate petals. The petals were sliced; one by one falling to the ground, almost weeping for mercy...She hummed the haunted tune, tainted with the cries and screams of souls, the laughter of night. Astra halted abruptly, her keen ears perked with alertness. Muffled cries echoed east, as Astra soon came to realization; another victim. A slow, crazed grin began to form on her obsidian lips, her elongated, crimson stained fangs just visible, gleaming in the shadowed forest. Her discolored eyes contorted, a psychotic gleam developing. Astra straightened her regal stance, beginning to follow the soft sound of the weeping. Not to far away, beneath the roots of a majestic oak, lay a huddled heap of ebony fur. A petite kit sniffed, tears streaking down its face, moistening the ground beneath. Astra stepped closer, releasing her captivating voice, smooth as honey. "What's wrong, little one? Why shed the tears?" The dark ebony kit jumped in fright, its amber eyes staring at me with horror. "Who-who are you?!" Astra replied calmly, casting a ghostly smile at the youthful manifest, "I'm a mere wolf, named Astra, I won't hurt you, my love." Her charming voice echoed towards the kit, enclosing the kit in some what of a trance. "Hush, my love. Astra's here, its alright now."
Astra hooked the small kit's chin under her elongated, obsidian nail, lifting it closer to her intimidating, yet enchanting face. The kit responded, "My-my mother was killed...By a savage storm...I ran, ran to this oak..." The kit's voice trailed off, in the midst of another wave of despairing weeps. "There, there, I understand. It must be so hard..Alone. In this woods, full of danger lurking at every corner..." Astra's alluring voice tainted with mock sympathy and comfort. "Stay with me, I'll take care of you. I'll take away your worries. You will see your mother very soon, young one." The kit squeaked, "You'll bring me to my mother?! You will?!" Astra chuckled in a nefarious manner, "Be patient, be patient. You'll join your mother.." Astra bent low, her hideous fangs only moments away from the vulnerable kit. As she neared the kit who gazed in a trance, Astra whispered, "Its alright, my love....Astra's here." Her hot, vile breath was in the vicinity of the kit. Before the youthful feline could realize what was happening, Astra's brawny jowls interlocked with the kit's neck, her serrated, elongated ivories submerging into the esophagus, twisting brutally. Astra backed away from her work, crimson dripping from her mouth. The kit lay broken and mauled beneath the oak. A single drop of blood fell from Astra's jaws and onto a single, blooming red carnation, as she giggled.
After finishing her meal, Astra walked away, her exuberant structure melting into the shadows of the forest, a sly smile etched onto her cleaned lips. She hummed the sinister tune once more, as the cries of another unfortunate soul reached her ears..... Name: Astra
Age: 32 months
Occupation: The Divine Nation; Primal
Orientation: VERY dark
Father: Unknown, murdered
Siblings: Cloud-deceased (sister in law), Avi, etc
Mate: Chancellor <3
Asra is a pure alabaster wolf, containing hues of enchanting light greys. Her angelic, outlandish, pelt, drapes over her lithe and muscular structure. She has a pair of discolored eyes, one pale gold and one pale azure. A ghostly, vermillion scar runs through her golden eye.
As a daughter of Elysian, Astra is purely sinister. However, not classified as "insane", she is hihghly intellegent and is known for her evil and cunning motives. Astra has a remarkable, rare gift of persuasion which she uses to enchant her "prey." Don't be mistaken by her captivating beauty...
"Don't worry my love, Astra's here."
"Darkness as poisoned the world and your poor, miserable soul. Let me clean it..."
"Your sufferings are my laughs, your cries are my joys, your death is my life."
"Sweet as sugar, cold as ice, hurt me once, I'll kill you twice."Fighting
Being an authority
Taking care of pups
Persuasion🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑- Astra loves to walk delicately and smoothly, and is keen to keep her pure alabaster and grey hinted fur absolutely perfect
- At an early age, Astra was struck by a chemical abundant hot spring, resulting in the discolored gaze she has.
- Astra rarely displays emotion, its hard for her to show any significant love or sorrow in her expressions.Astra believes its alright to kill; a charity. Killing to her means "cleaning impure souls", releasing them to the heavens with honor..Is it your turn?
The impure souls of the world must be cleansed. Its the only way to rid evil. Let the poisoned blood spill from the body, as the soul escapes into the heavens. We will guide them through their journey, with honor...