Sitri

Appearance

Heart that beat beneath the brown breast of the furry coat he bore from his father. Coveted by his mother and his sister converted to the verges of manhood long before any boy should, in the deepest darkest depths of hell. Chained to the land and the queens own command he could do nothing against her. With eyes as red as blood and sin, beneath their firey depths lays a soul so damaged no one and nothing can recompense. Ears slicked back against a head full of scars while the lines that crisscross his pelt bear the markers of his former station, he was nothing more than what she said. Breaking free from her command he is in search of a savage land, the revenge that spurns him on. The demon walks with angels, but bears a demons pelt.

Shaggy brown coat covered a body criss crossed with scars and old wounds. Saliva dripped from a maw always seeming to drip with some sort of bloody copse. Eyes as red as sin and blood full of nothing but blankness. Long of limb and large with muscles that only come from years of slavery and war. Ears that were tattered and torn, but still swiveled to find noises that he could hear. Large brutish paws made for tearing and maiming and a mouth full of savage sharp teeth that glowed pearly white against his coat of brown.

Scars

The notches in his ears one notch for every life he took. Notches at the base of his tail for every kidnapped pup. Right front leg notches for every man/woman that used Sitri for their own pleasure/consort countless scars across his muzzle and face from the queen attacking him, countless others littered his pelt and back

History

Sitri was born to slave parents in a litter of 4, he was the only one granted a name. He gained the queen's favor by his look and prowess. He soon became her consort as well as personally body guard, he was still sorely abused, especially if the queen found disfavor with him or anyone really he got the brunt of it. Forced to do her bidding no matter what that was soon all he became was a mindless drone incapable of coherent thoughts. There was a disaster and he found himself alone and berefit and he wandered lost until he found this area.

Sitri went through packs, killed a leader, and then finally he succumbed to the darkness that beat behind his eyes and he lost his life attacking that which he should not have attacked, but it was a good death.