let me light the way

The torrential rain comes down so hard you can hardly see your hand in front of your face. What were you thinking, taking a nighttime stroll even after you saw the grey clouds.
Now you're wet and lost and miserable. Well, that's the last time you do anything like that again.
Your hand group blindly in front of you, becoming the touch-and-feel eyes to replace the ones temporarily blinded by the downpour.
Suddenly your hands hit rock. The stone is slick with rain water but you know from the sheer feel that it isn't a boulder. It has to be a rock wall, probably leading up to a sheer-drop cliff somewhere high in the blackened sky. You don't pause to think on it much, but instead you begin to use the wall to help you along your way, feeling for any crack or hole big enough to accommodate you, at least until the rain stops.
You walk on for a while, your efforts proving fruitless. You quicken your pace. There has to be something....
And then the wall is suddenly gone. The edge of the rock slides away from your fingertips, your hand, your arm.... You weren't expecting that, and you suddenly topple forward without the solid stone to support you. Your feet right themselves seconds before you hit what could have been a very unpleasant landing. The darkness is pitch black... but you suddenly realize you aren't getting drenched any more.
You can hear the rain splashing down in sheets outside, even see what must be moonbeams glittering off the fat drops, but other than that you're pretty much as blind as you were before inside the inky black cave.
The cave must be wide, because you aren't touching a wall, but you're not really sure you want to. Who knows how long this cave as been here, what kind of mold and moss and slime must be growing on the walls? You tuck your arms tight to your body, cringing at the thought.
I assure you, I keep my cave very clean.
The dark voice makes you let out a sudden "Eeep!" of fright as you spin around to face the disembodied voice behind you. Even if there is something there, you can't see it. The cave is still so dark.... Your heart starts to race. Maybe you should just brave the rain....
Maybe, but you really should have thought of that before you disturbed me.... the voice chuckles. Suddenly you can see something... very faintly. A light seems to be growing from... something. It's so dim at first you think you might have imagined it, but then it slowly begins to get brighter... and it's purple....
You can now see an outline and then, slowly, the white body of some kind of dog. A very, very big dog.... Maybe a large wolf. As the light grows stronger, you realize that the things fur isn't the only thing that's white... so are its eyes. Sold white orbs, no trace of an iris or pupil. The sight sends shivers down your spine and you take an uncertain step backwards.
The light grown stronger yet, and you swallow a gasp as you realize where it's coming from; the creature. Two of it's lets are glowing purple, getting slightly brighter by the second. So is what looks like a mask around its face. Its left front and right back legs seem to be pattered like stationary fire, and its "mask" as well. But after a moment's hesitation you notice that it's not stationary. It's moving... but oh-so slowly, like flames in slow motion.
The creature chuckles darkly. Believe me, you don't want to see them burn faster.
Your eyes swiftly tear away from the slow-motion purple fire and fix on the wolf-like creatures blank white eyes. As your eyes are focused on the beast's features you realize he's grinning... and the effect is unpleasant enough to send more shivers down your spine.
The things teeth are far too thin, too sharp, and too many. There must be at least three rows....
Four, actually. The wolf thing gives an amused snort, You know, it really isn't polite to stare... especially not when you're a guest in someone else's home.
You shudder at how the creature inflects on the word "guest". If you're a guest of any kind, you definitely overstayed your welcome the moment your hand found the blackness. You're just about to turn and make a quick dash for the rain-dark night-- when something catches your eye.
It's the necklace the creature wears. Or... collar, perhaps.... It's a thick, warn leather throng strapped around the huge wolf's neck, but it's what hangs from the strap that's made you so suddenly curious.
It's a cloud. Or, at least, that's what it appears to be. There's no outline to it, nothing holding it in, holding it's shape. It has no shape. It looks like it's in constant motion, like the purple flames. And it's the same color as the creature's flames as well. Pieces of the cloud thing break from it, float around it, and then sink back into it again in a meaningless pattern.
You hear a dark, sinister growling sound and it makes you jump. It takes you a moment to realize the huge creature is... laughing? Something seems to be amusing it.
You suddenly decided you've had enough of this and you really value your life over staying dry. Time to brave the rain before this sinister creature gets any ideas....
But as you begin to turn, the wolf lets out a loud bark, making you jump again and you barely suppress a terrified shriek as you see the wolf is no longer grinning but baring its teeth in aggression.
Ah-ah-ah, none of that now. Since you seem so insistent on inviting yourself into other peoples' homes, you might as well get the grand tour. The thing grins again unpleasantly.
You gulp down a horrified little squeak and stand stone still. Something screams at you to just make a break for it anyway. The thing might get you if you run... but your most definitely doomed if you follow it. But as it growls out its laugh and bares those needle-like fangs, you suddenly decided to take your chances and follow it. You really don't want to feel those things sinking into your leg when you try to run.... You shudder again.
The brute smiles wickedly. Cleaver choice. Follow me.... The beast turns and you suddenly let out a little scream and nearly fall over backwards.
There's something more in this cave. You see its face as the wolf turns away from you, like it was hiding behind the other creature in wait. Its red eyes glare at you from a horrifyingly grinning face, huge dagger-like teeth barred in barbaric amusement.
The wolf barks out a harsh laugh. Like my tattoo? he grins.
Tattoo...? And then suddenly you realize that the evil, red-eyed face is grinning at you from the creature's haunches, white fur making up the devil's skin. You can't help but let out a shaky sigh of relief.
Hmhm, oh I wouldn't relax just yet. Purrs the wolf. Come on, intruder.

the demon

Name: Cassius Pyre
Pronounced: cass-EE-us PIE-er (sounds like "fire" only with a "p")
Meaning:Purple Fire"
Nickname: Cass or Pyro
Age: Immortal
Birthday: Unknown
Roleplay: Yes, usually as quad, sometimes anthro
Race: Lupe/Wolf Demon
Love: Dead
Children: Abby
Relations: Dead
Eyes: Solid white orbs
Pelt: White, except for his left front leg, back right leg, and "mask" around his eyes, which are patterned like a six-shaded purple flame
Build: Immence; Cassius is huge, his shoulders standing at nearly 5' (roughly 4'10"). For all his height, he doesn't seem extremely muscled. He's incredibly strong, but his size hinders his speed some.
Ref Sheet: see the very bottom of page

attractions

Hn. I don't think so.
Someone.... Someone once held this... thing I call a heart. But that was long ago.
This place in my chest that no longer holds a beat is only filled by my daughter and will never be held by another again.

it's a love/hate thing

+Darkness+
+Fire+
+Blood+
+Killing+
+Moonlight+
+His daughter, Abby+


+Light+
+Sunshine+
+Laughter+
+People+
+Rotting bodies+
+Anyone who hurts Abby+

earthly bonds

...coming soon...

eyes like a door to the soul

...coming soon...

demonic minions

do come again...

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Base Css by Mira then HUGELY re-done by me