Name: Dimmersweap Furr Color: A dark red with black on the edge of his tail. He has lighter red areas as well that seem to 'sweap' over the darker parts. Eyes: Dark blue like the ocean, but at night, reflect off the night sky. Personality: He is very kind and tries to help those who have only a dimmer of hope left, like there is a little spark keeping them hopeful. Age: Teenager Gender: Male Species: Lupe(Wolf) Abilites: He doesn't really have any special abilities, he is just very kind and helps others. Weakness: Alot of things due to him not having special abilities. Mainly, his overtrusting. He always helps someone and thinks that he falls in love with them(If they are female) but then they go for someone else. Quote: "If you are losing hope, let me help you. I will help to make that dimmer of light spark up into a burning flame keeping you alive." Love: Stormsweaper You were walking in a forest on a mountain, fealing like you lost all hope. You were hungry, thirsty, tired, and a storm was starting to brew overhead. You took another step when suddenly, your feat have out and you fell to the ground. You lay there, not knowing what to do. 'I'm going to die...' You thought as you started closing your eyes. "HEY! WAKE UP!" You looked up to see a wolf standing over you, looking like he was worried. "Help me, please...." You strained to say. He nodded and knelt down. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he dragged you to a den. When you got inside, the rain started pouring. "Just in time, hah?" You smiled a little as he layed you on a simi-comfortable pile of leaves and dirt. The wolf walked out of the den carrying a bucket. He came back soon later with the bucket full of clear, sparkling water. He put the bucket next to you and went out again, this time with a basket. Again, he came back, the basket full of berries and fruits of all sorts. "Eat and drink, then get some rest. You can stay here, my friend won't mind sharing." You nodded and did what you were told. When you woke up the next morninng, you were in a hotel room, with a basket of pastries by your bed. I was born in a forest, near the bottom of a mountain. My father had ran away from the pack when he found out my mother was pregnant, and my mom died giving birth. The leader of the pack raised me as his son, but yet never helped me when I was in need. I was never given a name either. I dicided that I didn't want others to be in need and no help given, so I left the pack alittle before I was a year old. I dicided to give myself a name, Dimmersweap, for I would take someone's dimmer of hope that faintly glowed like a lit candle about to go out, and I would sweap a fire onto the glow and make it a blazing flame of hope. I ended up helping many travelers and other creatures in the forest. One day, soon after I turned a year old, I found a young wolf pup wondering the woods, sad. I walked up to her and she looked at me. "What's wrong?" I asked her and she took a couple steps back. "My... my father... he wants nothing to do with me... noone does..." "Where is he?" I said with a hint of anger in my voice. How could the father of a wolf puppy as cute as this not want anything to do with it? "OH! You don't want to take him on... he is the leader of the pack..." 'LEADER OF THE PACK!' I thought as I remebered who had tacken me in as a pup. "Don't worry, I'll take care of you." "REALLY!?!" "Yep! OH! By the way, my name is Dimmersweap, what's yours?" "I don't have one..." I thought for a while, but couldn't think of anything to say about that. I tried to think of a name for her, but nothing came to mind. The young nightsky colored wolf just followed me to my den, and I made her a bed of leaves and dirt. One day, when we were walking to the top of the mountain, a storm started heading our way. When a gust of wind blew, a pair of wings sprouted from the young wolf girl. She flew into the storm before I could say anything. I sat there and waited, when I felt the pressence of another coming behind me... I lept into the bushes and watched. My young friend flew back down from the clouds and looked around, obviously looking for me. Then, the one I felt the pressence of appeared. She was a black and red wolf. Her markings indicated the devil, and I knew she was dangerous. Before I knew it, my freind and her started fighting. She slashed my friend under the left eye. She was about to bite her, but I jumped out of the bushes and tackled her. My friend and I fought her together, and finally she took a couple steps back. "You two are the first to overpower me... I respect that. I might as well give you something girl. You aren't normal, just like me. You were born like what you are, while my slaves were given their unnatural powers. Ontop of a storm protected mountain sits a tiara. Noone can get to it due to the severe storms that sourround the peek of the mountain. If you can fly through storms, the tiara is ment to be yours. The tiara is said to give the wearer the ability to drain all a storms energy and use it to the wearer's pleasure, but in turn, the storm becomes twice as rough. My name is Kawari Kihaku by the way." She turned around and ran away. I looked at my friend and frowned. "Go get it. If you can, I know the perfect name for you." "Yes Dimmersweap." She flew off and I went to our den. I wanted to know more about this Kawari Kihaku and decided to go visit a friend of mine I had helped not to long before I met my newest friend. I wrote the wolf a note telling her I would be back soon, and that if she is actually reading this, she must have recieved the tiara. I told her that her name is now Stormsweaper, and then I left. I have found out alot of information on this Kawari Kihaku, and am researching now to find a way to destroy her. I have not seen Stormsweaper for a while, and I miss her greatly every day. I think I might again... be in love...
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