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The steady crunch of leaves underfoot could be heard throughout the whole forest, echoing against the trees. The pace was slow to those who listened, and painful... Hazed shafts of light fell down through the spaces left in the canopy of the trees, gently falling over a dark, demonic-looking figure.

His eyes were the first once to be noticed, as strikingly blue as a night filled with the bright stars of the heavens. Yet, looking deeper, one could uncover the hollowness of their beauty. It was the hollowness that was felt when a creature was near death, but yet thie figure stood trodding with a steady gait.

As he approached, the figure turned out to be one of the canine breed, with an anatomy relatively close to that of the ancient species known as direwolf.

Dark, looming clouds swirled with threatening speed high in the night sky, their movement causing distant rumbles and groans; there was no moon that night, yet there was a steady grey light that fell upon the wolfish creature…

--x--

I see you've come across my stronghold, feeble one. As you might know, and SHOULD know I'd assume—my name is Ichale. It's the name of one that is great and heroic, you see?" The demon struck a pose that he apparently assumed to appear noble and fearsome. "There aren't many visitors, so do stay awhile… that is, If you don't mind my country being in a state of war. But wait-! We are in peace currently, so there's no need to worry!
Ichale blinked sapphire eyes. "You may as well follow me, then." The wolf shrugged carelessly. "That is, I can show you things that none of your kind has ever encountered before…

One thing all beings must know about Ichale is that he is two-faced. Or to be more specific, the soul that once lived in his earthly body is hidden. The soul of a normal, determined direwolf.
Once in awhile, when Ichale is caught in humane situations such as murder, that hidden soul will arise within him- causing the unearthly, two-sided dispute in his own personal mind that so many creatures have seen. . .

The true direwolf has been taken over by a murdering, heartless machine. Yet, the soul still thinks for itself. When war does not rage, that soul drifts back to the surface to take control. The ongoing switch of these two minds causes frustration deep within his fading heart.

Ichale is legend in the northern mountains from sophisticated direwolf packs, to the barbaric, warfare-hordes of the dragons. From ancient tension, fierce war continues among his race as Ichale continues to lead the vast race of the direwolves, and there will be no stopping it. . .

Name: Ichale (a-KALE)
Gender: Male
Age: young adult, but established in intellect
Species: Direwolf

Coat color: Transparent white in the upper half, pitch black lower half
Eye color: cobalt blue; has a lighter blue iris
Markings: war-tattoo on both sides of face; various stripes and spots on body
Weight: 238 lbs.
Height: 4'2" on all fours
Accessories: wolf skull of his brother on left front-leg; wings obtained from a dragon

WarLord Personality: Robotic temperament, self-centered, heartless; reacts on a direct, sometimes cruel train of thought
Hidden Personality: Very insecure due to his past, but doesn't show it to the public or strangers; Acts careless and nonchalant. Sarcastic in his speech, and may sound too offensive in a few cases.
Tone of Voice: Husky, deep voice (Good for singing LOL)
Skills: Strong technical leader in battle; flying abilities; rumor that he can petrify with a long stare; swift killer
Enjoys: Not much
Despises: Naïve beings; disobedience to their leaders or superiors; disloyalty to the race
Love: True love isn't possible any longer…
Family: long dead

Likes: peace, sunlight, quiet, chess, thought-games, family, wise minds

Dislikes: war, atrocity and tragedy, followers of bribes, weak-mindedness, any kind of small conflict, humans

Hmm.. what else is there to mention. *yawn* You may as well sit down for a bit. It's rainy and all, and I've come to one of those moments where I need to teach you some aspects of living, well, life. I've written it all down in a journal, so I can follow these rules and remember how to live... you know, I mean, just in case I forget about what living is and stuff.

Life is worth living. Life is enjoyable. These words are often said to you, but one normally rejects them, and if not, takes them for granted.
There are measly things and occurrences in this world that one may find unsettling, upsetting, or perhaps even worth dying for. But there is nothing worth death. The direction of life is ever forward, and we are put on this Earth to fulfill our life with dignity and nobility. We are allowed the comfort and happiness of being born into this world and experiencing the positive sides of life, living the life that naturally has both ups and downs, and hopefully dying in peace. To desire death because of a certain 'down' in life, no matter how significant it may seem, is merely trashing the gift of living that we are given for free. There is nothing that occurs in life that is significant enough to end it. It's ironic really, if you think about it.

Life is a gift, a gift that we should unwrap carefully, and only be so thankful that we have received it. We will only try to enjoy the gift to its fullest, and know that the seemingly broken parts of the gift don't ruin the whole gift itself. Appreciate, and stay on the right path.

.End of Chapter 1.

To be continued---x

That's right, dude. It's a pretty depressing life we lead--
no regrets necessary.