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Design by (c): Scarlegsofsoulclan

Veles (c): Me

Name: Veles

Gender: Male

Personality: Dark, shrouded, doesn't play well with others, lone wolf type.

History: From a far forgotten tribe. Veles was marked as an outcast when he was born with four legs, rather than two. Though his body is strong, tough, and firm, he was seen as a deformity by the village chief. Given the blood markings of the under god, and cast out after his first year. Veles has walked the earth for a long time. Always alone, always fighting to survive. Every other predator would lunge, to make a meal out of him. Always the victor, but always alone. As he grew, so did his depression. He felt weak, as if in an endless sea of nothing. One day, his travels brought Veles to a cliff edge. It was so absolutely high up, that he couldn't fathom the bottom. He could hear a voice telling him not to, but he began to plunge. He thought that surely, he'd die, and he would be at peace. How ever, instinct took him over completely. Opening his wings, and forcing him to fly. He couldn't understand how, or why, but it was as if something inside him came to life. Some sort of new meaning that started small like a spark, then raged inside. He could see it all. Every small animal below. He felt big, important, powerful. He began to see why he was known as a dragon. With a mighty roar, lightning, and flame erupted simultaneously from his thick muzzle, batting the sun from the sky until he closed up. Every creature cowered which sent Vele's heart a flutter. He now had purpose. With this new meaning, his journey for acceptance was that much easier. His travels took him far, and wide. Though one day he returned to his village. Four years older, and fully grown. He stood proudly at the center of town, showing off what he had become. As he began to prance about, taunting the villagers, and chief, his eyes laid upon his mother's bones. Turned into ritual beads. He looked around, hoping it not to be true, but Veles couldn't find his mother anywhere. Rage swelled up in him. Claws extending, he went completely mad. Setting the entire village ablaze. Slaughtering everyone, and everything in his path. Age, gender, none of it mattered to him. He blamed everyone for his abandonment, and for his mother's death. Ripping the village chief wide open, and devouring his intestinal tract before he was truly done. The whole area wreaked of burning flesh. Veles retreated into the skies, hoping, never to return to this place.