England
gender Male
Fur Brown and silver
Hair Bright red
Tail curled with two silver rings
Number 91X05
Markings Black stitch desigh
Collar Black leather with silver buckle
Horns black with two silver rings
Death Scar Deep gash across neck
occupation Hell Hound
accent Unknown
species Dead Wolf/Husky Mutt
age Unknown(Adult)
personality broken and depressed
caretaker Ronebekk/Sean2222210
desire Kro
love Kro
Daughter Onis
pack None
Current Mood Lost

Old Story
In the Heart of Hell
Grepher slowly blinked his eyes open, feeling cold. As he opened his eyes, he was blinded by the webs the tiny spiders had been spinning on his face. "Da-..." He stopped, sensing something different about where he was. As he scratched away the webs, he felt dry dirt under his paws. "What the-..." He stood in a dry, cracked desert with a looming red sky over him. There was a shattering cry as across the desert a giant monster ripped a human to shreds. Frozen by the scene, Grepher was stuck to the spot. The monster turned it's blood red eyes to him, making him flinch. The monster breathed heavily for a moment, then bowed it's muzzle. "Pleased to meet you, new Hound." As the monster began to turn away, Grepher shouted. "Wait!" The monster turned back to him, watching as the tiny wolf ran to him. "What is it?" The monster snarled, his voice still calm. "Hound?" He looked around, "And where am I?" The monster laughed, it's rows of teeth glistened in the red sunlight. "You're a Hell Hound boy!" He continued to laugh. "And you're in Hell!" Grepher froze, his heart skipping wildly. "...He-Hell?..." Grepher spun around, the surroundings blurring crazily. As he began to collapse to the ground, the monster reached out a giant paw, helping him stand. "Take it in slowly." The monster whispered. With the other paw, the monster pulled a huge shard of glass out of his chest, showing it to Grepher. The mutt could now see his reflection. Grepher had no longer silky brown hair, it had grown out into a fire red mane. His collar had grown tighter, digging into his skin and in-bedding into his muscles. On his tail was two silver rings with the identifying number: 91X05. Atop his head was two black ram horns, curling around his cheek and spiking up with two silver rings on each one. What made him loose his breath was what was across his throat. A deep slash cut into his throat, exposing muscles, his windpipe and several veins. It was sown shut with black wire, but everything could still be seen. What had happened to him? Did he really die, and this was Hell? "What... What happened to me?" The creature sighed. "None of us know who killed us or how we died... We're just here." Grepher looked up at the creature, tears streaming from his eyes. "No no, you can't cry. That shows weakness. Besides, over time you will look more like me." Grepher could see it now, the creatures had the faint features of a wolf or dog. He would turn into a monster too. "But-... But I have a love.... and a daughter..." Grepher collapsed, sobbing. "Poor little thing." The creature sighed, grabbing him in it's grip. "Hold on." The creature said, lifting him onto it's back. Grepher could see that there was a saddle of sorts, and it was made perfect to fit him. The creature began moving, Grepher sitting comfortably in the saddle. "A few miles ahead is the city. I know a few beings that might be able to sneak you out of here." The creature chuckled to himself, "But It'll be risky." Grepher looked up at the red sky. "I don't care. I will return to my love and my daughter." He hissed, his eyes full of hatred and determination.

In The Land of the Lost
As they traveled into the 'city' Grepher began to feel uneasy. As they passed the trashed and deserted streets beings stood, starring at him with lifeless dark eyes. They could see through his skin, they could see his soul. A soul, the very thing they longed to devour. "Hold on." The creature hissed to Grepher, watching as the stalking creatures slowly approached. As one of the creatures leaped, the Hell Hound striked out with his massive paw, slaming the creatures into the others. The Hell Hound turned, running down the city street. As he huffed, he yelled to Grepher. "When you get there, say 'Black Dawn'!" Almost emidiately after speaking to him, the Hell Hound took a sharp turn, heading for an alley. The Hell Hound gasped, rammed into a towering building. As the Hell Hound was rammed by one of his own kind, the support of the building began crumble. "Down the alley, right!" The Hell Hound yelled to Grepher, wrestling the other. He nodded, leaping down into the alley. "Why do you protect the Soul?!" The Hell Hound yelled to Grepher's friend. "Have you ever had a family?!" They snarled, locking claws. "No!" Grepher's friend slammed the other into the building, completely shattering the support. "Then you will never understand!" He yelled, a tear streaming down his face as the building collapsed on them. Grepher watched as the building fell on his friend, his heart in pain. "Black Dawn." He whispered to himself, turning and running down the right side of the two way alley. He stopped abruptly, his eyes caught by a single door. Not knowing how to knock, Grepher lightly rammed the door. There was yelling on the other side, and a small slit opened in the door. "What Hell Hound?!" Grepher was caught off guard by the venomous voice, but he quickly regained. "Black Dawn." He said coldly. The door guard narrowed his eyes, 'A soul? In Hell?' He grumbles, unlocking the door. The room was small, several creatures huddled together. Along the left side a lung-less leopard laid beside a man with a arm missing, holding close to him a female Hell Hound with her eyes scratched out. On the left side a giant bird sat, his beak scarred and his wings broken, near him was another man, still with his war helmet on, missing his intestines and a war horse sitting beside him, the left side of it's body badly scratched and cut, a small imprint on the side from his broken neck. Grepher slowly passed, his heart wounded by the suffering of these creatures. He could see now that the door guard was a salamander of sorts, deep cuts down his back and his face sliced down the middle. The others starred at Grepher, whispering among each other. "A Soul?" Grepher stopped, turning to the leopard who spoke. It seamed as if the sight of Grepher was painful, because the leopard looked away. As he entered the other room, he was intrigued by the scent of roses. At first he was blinded by the darkness, then adjusted to the sight of the candles. He then noticed the being that sat in a pile of roses. "Grepher?!" The being spoke, still hidden in the darkness. "How... How do you know me?" Grepher spoke, stunned. "Aww, you don't remember me?" The being stepped out of the darkness, her muzzle masked by a red scarf like cloth. Frozen by her bright orange eyes. Then, he realized who she was. "Virosus?!" She laughed like a tiny pup, giving a loving hug. "It's been so long!" He said, overjoyed to see someone he knew. She had changed so much. She was no longer just a wolf with two different colored eyes and a magic crow tattoo. She was now a strong, powerful female with brilliant orange eyes, tight belts around her waist, stained silk leg warmers, pierced toes, and a flowing, tattered, silky scarf. "Wow, you're beautiful!" He said only as a friendly complement. At his words, Virosus turned sad and gloomy. "You don't know what you speak of." She said darkly, pulling away the cloth. Grepher was stunned for a moment, seeing her muzzle. The skin around her mouth had died and her teeth had grown in directly to the fur. "You're not ugly." He said, trying to approach her. "Stay back!" She snarled, turning away. After several moments she put her scarf back on, facing him again. "What brings you here? You want to return to you're love and daughter?" Grepher was caught off guard again. "How would you know that?" He asked, Virosus grinning. "All you can do in Hell is rip others apart and watch the living." He nodded. "How are you in Hell? You're obviously not a Hell Hound." She nodded. "I'm using my demon's soul to pass into Hell. I heard you were here and I had to help." Grepher pondered. "A soul. Why do they keep calling me a Soul?" Virosus stopped for a moment, then spoke. "You had another side, right? Have you heard him since you've arrived?" Grepher stopped, finally noticing the silence. "No... What happened?" Virosus paused. "To come to Hell, a soul is sacrificed... And he gave his to insure that you lived." Grepher suddenly felt dizzy, and empty. The one friend that he had always had and always trusted was gone. He had given his life to save him. "Only a being with a soul can return to the world." Virosus said, watching as Grepher looked back at her relieved, but still burdened. "I swear, by my demon's soul, I will return you to your life." Virosus said sincerely.

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