Zentha

[erica ``zentha]

Name: Zentha
Age: Four
Sex: Brute
Species: Timber wolf


Pack: None; is aiming to take over Skyla.
Rank: Loner


Appearance: His height from the ground to shoulder is 32 inches, and the distance from his tail to the tip of his nose is 64 inches, giving him the weight of roughly 76 lbs. It is known that the timber wolf species is one of the largest, and Zentha is no exception. Though he isn't a coward-and he'd definitely bite your head off if you even tried to call him one-he's needed his well muscled and powerful legs to race him away from any canine eyes. So far, being a myth has been nothing but helpful to his plans and so he wants to keep it that way for as long as he can; although he's sure some are quite aware of his existence.

His lethal jaw is gifted with sharp edged teeth that not only help him with his dinner, but with any challenges also. However he finds it difficult at times to even smell out any enemies or prey, so he has declared that sense useless. His eyes are usually flooded in a pool of wrath, and even when he does smile the anger remains there. It also gives off a look like he's up to no good, and usually it's showing the truth.

The back of his pelt is a murky black, tainted by a faint gray like the rest of his fur. Speckled in on the rest of his body is a light brown that blends right in to the whites and grays that make up the fur on his legs, tail, and pretty much the rest of his body. The array of colors makes it easy to hide and stay incognito, with one exception- the cold white snow that really brings out the dark colors on his coat.




Personality: Wrath, jealousy, and wickedness are what make up Zentha. Some believe his heart was frozen cold the moment he awoke to the world, or that something had to have happened to him as a pup for him to be so cynical with fury and sin. Zentha enjoys himself though. He likes to think as all of those traits of his positively. They are what make him who he is, a strong and heartless warrior. Who cares what others think of them? He adores being feared, the smell of fear-which is the only thing he can smell-is a delight, and a rush. The insane feeling of things being destroyed or torn apart around him is absolute bliss.

Others aren't sure where is anger came from, and to be truthful, neither is he. The sensation of his blood boiling inside just completes him. He likes being the fear in people's nightmares, and he loves the passion behind hatred.

Though it isn’t just pure hatred that he feels towards Kovu, alpha of Skyla. Jealousy runs deep in his veins. It is his dream, and destiny to rule over that pack, and he is determined to claim it. No matter who gets in his way, or what he has to do to accomplish the goal he is keen on reaching it. It’s just fate, he calls it, that has him giving it his all to think of a way to destroy the two who rule the pack now, to keep it as his own.

Other stuff:

History;;
The last descendant of Angi; Zentha. He is completely aware of the truth of his past. How Angi's father had decided against the avenge of Dictri. And if Zentha had been in any situation as that, he was more than positive his first instinct would be revenge. Revenge truly was the only answer in his mind anyways. And just like Angi had, he wishes to rule over the Skyla pack with a strong, and merciless heart. You could almost say Angi is like a role model to him.

Zentha had been born to the mates, Kain and Bailey. The first years as a pup had been quite normal. He was at first oblivious to his past, to his parents desires before his earnest father Kain had become restless with tension. Kain had been worried that if his son continued to be oblivious to the past he would end up hating them if he ever did find out from someone else. Kain wanted more than anything to keep the bond between him and his son sealed. Though Bailey on the other hand saw it differently. She saw what the strongest possibility was. She thought if her pup were to ever discover about their past he would become different, he would change into the wolf Angi had become. Kain had hope.

It was one night that while Bailey went out to scavenge and look for a small meal to bring home, Kain went into their den and woke Zentha. Zentha was about the age of one when his father told him their history, and the tales the land held. And to Kain's disappointment, Bailey had been correct. Zentha had began to question why they weren’t controlling Skyla, why wolves didn't bow and hold respect to them for their pure blood line. Why didn't they have royalty like they disserved. His father held no answers, and so that night Zentha thought it all over. He wanted to be like Angi. He wanted to rule that pack his father had spoken so highly of. But his father was an obstacle, a useless obstacle. Something had to be done about him.

He waited a few nights after that, till his mom was gone hunting again. He begged his father every minute those days to train him as much as possible. And when he and his father were alone, Zentha killed him. There were no second glances. There was no guilt. It was actually a waste of time. Kain hadn't even fought back. And Bailey was even easier. She practically begged for death after she found out her mate was killed. They were such childs sometimes...

Few days after, he had been trotting around in the lands, pondering over his next step when he ahd bumped into a dazzling Fae. She was defintely beautiful, and after she mentioned how she was a decendent from Skyla, he had to have her. They spent time together, and though he was still his cruel and cold self he had somewhat enjoyed the company of Inari, the lovely femme. He never really wanted pups, but he saw the look in her eye of how much it would please her and at that time he'd do anything to make her happy. It was obvious he wouldn't be around for them, as he still went off by himself to try and create more plans for his rule against Skyla. They had three pups, one being named Flint, which he had chosen.

He held no dislike or hatred of the pups, like he did to most, and he guessed the reason for that was because he knew his blood ran threw their veins and the thought pleased him. Zentha still had obligations to his righful dreams, but rarely he still went and visited the pups. He promised himself he wouldn't be like his father. If the pups wanted something, he would most definitely step out of their way so they could have it. And the more dangerous, evil, or bad the thing they wanted was, then the better. However one night, Inari had taken him aside. She had told him of the lie that she was not of Skyla, but another pack. Instantly he was outraged. For some, maybe it wouldnt seem like a big deal, but it meant alot to Zentha. He had killed her out of fury, and abandoned the pups.

So after the incident he had wandered off on his own, for one year looking for people to follow, and when none offered to help in his mission he murdered them, also killing any who weren't in his blood-line and was a nuisance. The next year he disappeared. Not technically, though. He left all canine life and wandered the island, staying as far from anyone as possible and trying to figure out any plan he could to claim Skyla.

[`Senna]

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