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[attr="class","SScontent2temp1"]At first, you will most definitely be met with a sharp tongue and a nasty attitude should you be unfortunate enough to cross this male's path. He is rude, cruel and downright diabolical to those he has no loyalties or ties with. Nero believes in survival of the fittest and that the weak have no place in this world other than to be stepping stones for the strong and able. With that being said, he only associates himself with dogs that he deems worthy. As impossible as it appears, deep down in the male's cold heart, he is capable of caring for others especially his pack or lovers granted it is difficult for one to find their way past his hardened soul.[break][break]


Nero is by no means a giant by breed standards although compared to most dogs he does appear to be much larger. While seemingly bulky in size his kind were bred to hunt wolves, as the name implies, and so he is quite agile which generally confuses challengers at first. Coating his scar-riddled body is a thick coat of coarse grey hair that in direct sunlight appears to have a slight brown tint to it.[break][break]

Death was a good friend of his right from the start of his miserable life and even as a pup Nero had witnessed more of it than some adults. He and his littermates were products of a quick fling between the alpha's mate and one of the platoon leaders. The alpha had gone through several females each of them dying by his fangs if they failed to bare him offspring completely unaware that he himself was in fact sterile. In his mind, it was the she-dogs' fault. His latest choice had been good friends with one of his squad leaders and the two had started getting closer to one another right before their alpha took her for himself. Having fear that she would meet the very same fate as the ones before her, the two ensured that it would not happen again and so she hooked up with the high-ranking warrior to save her skin. Their leader, of course, had no knowledge of their moonlit romance and so he was very pleased that he had finally gotten what he wanted.[break][break]

It was a few moons after Nero was born when he saw his first bloodshed. His father had royally screwed up by trying to see his pups and their mother after doing it in secret for some time beforehand; he was too lax and careless which is what got him caught. The moment he stepped paw into the alpha's den he was met by a sharp pair of fangs and thrown against the cave floor, there was no time for him to beg for his life or ask for forgiveness as his alpha was merciless and quickly tore out the male's throat. He had smelled the warrior's scent poking around the den and seen him leave as well. It wasn't hard to put two and two together and he certainly wasn't stupid either. Enraged he then turned his attention to the bitch that had been cheating on him and without hesitance, he ended her life as well before setting his sights on the little mongrels that she had bared. In total there had been seven pups but after the male was done getting his frustrations out only Nero remained, petrified and ready to meet the same end as his siblings. He stood there shaking surrounded by the bodies of his littermates and mother while a still very pissed off alpha towered over him his white muzzle now stained crimson and fangs bared. In a booming voice he spoke, no, he ordered Nero that from that day on that he was to serve him and obey every order. Failure to do so would cause him to lose his life just like his family had. His first task; consume his siblings. From that day, he remembered every word uttered from his superior's maw. "There is no room in this world for the weak, Nero. A dog mustn't pass up on any meal he is given or else he will perish. Eat this bounty before you or die!"[break][break]

And so he did as instructed.[break][break]


Nero grew and became stronger as the years passed and serve the old alpha he did if he was told to fetch, he fetched, and as he grew older and able he killed when told without any hesitation. If he had even for a moment punishment would ensue as hesitance was a sign of weakness and from a young age, it was beaten into his head that it was unacceptable. It was around his fourth year when he had taken note of the alpha's deteriorating health, at first it was little things like how out of breath he quickly got or the milky film that was growing across his unforgiving eyes. Age was catching up to the old male and Nero knew it was only a matter of time before the rest of the pack caught on. While other's didn't dare challenge him young Nero stepped up knowing that he'd have the advantage and that it was time to put his training to good use. Besides, there was no room for the weak, right? He had to lead by example. The fight lasted longer than Nero had expected and he had to admit that the geezer put up a good one but in the end, he was the only one standing while the other slowly bled out on the ground before him. Pitiful, just pitiful. Nero taunted him while his life was dwindling to nothing and the old leader begged him to just end it already. He was sick of the mocking and his final order was met with a swift pair of fangs before he could utter another word.[break][break]


Now, as he enters his eighth year of life, Nero is ruthless much like the dog before him and expects nothing but utter respect.

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[attr="class","SSbox3temp1"]Eight

[attr="class","SSbox3temp1"]Recluse