Little Pup

Intro

• "A trapped werewolf, swearing he's not to blame for the blood shed at the hands of the wolf inside."

• Basic Info

  • Name: Little Pup
  • Gender: Male
  • Played by: r-mikaelis
  • Name: Abel Clark Lewiss
  • Race: Mixed
  • Age: 29
  • Size: Large
  • Body Type: Muscular
  • Height: 6'6
  • Complexion: Tanned
  • Hair: Dark brown
  • Eyes: Violet
  • Handedness: Right
  • Scars: A bite mark on the side of his neck.
  • Personality: Harsh, quiet, untrusting, but deep down, he cares about the welfare of others.
  • Likes: Bar tending, listening to music, singing, working out
  • Dislikes: Pain, overly sexual people, feeling unsafe and unloved.
  • Sexuality: Pansexual

• Biography

  "Hey, what are you doing? What's going on?" The tall man's head snapped from side to side. "Stop it!" He ordered, before his face was seized and, in terror, he froze and fell silent.
  "You're a monster," a voice called. Male? Female? He couldn't tell. It was too dark and his violet hues still hadn't adjusted. "My purpose is to eliminate the threat of monsters. Monsters," the voice reiterated. "Like you."
  The tall, dark haired male struggled against his bindings, making his collar (how humiliating! A collar!) bite into his neck.
  "I'm no monster!" He cried. "I never asked to be like this! Please let me go!"
  "I can't let you go," the mellifluous tones countered, making the captive moan in hopeless agony. "But I have taken a shine to you, pup."
  "Don't call me that."
  There was a kick, a yelp, and the man fell silent. "I will call you what I desire. And I will keep you alive because, for whatever reason, I have become attached to you. I will try... To tame you."
  "Tame me?!" There was indignance in that low, rumbling voice of the wolf man. "How dare you! I'm not an animal you can keep as a pet! I'm human! More human than you'll ever be, trapping people down here like this and killing them in cold blood-!"
  The man could have gone on, but he was quickly silenced by a firm hand over his mouth, one that he couldn't displace while he was bound.
  "Tsk, tsk... You should be grateful. Wolves don't tame easily... One wrong move from me and you'll bite. Then I might even turn into one of you. What a dreadful thought."
  "That's not how it works..." The poor captive spat when his face was released. He heard footsteps, clattering, then felt something cold against his face. A grunt escaped his bloodied lips and he tried to move away. But that contraption, whatever it was, was strapped onto his face with expert fingers. It scared the man to know that his warden had done this so many times before.
  He tossed his head. "Did you muzzle me?!" The wolf cried, straining to open his jaw wide enough to scream.
  "Shh." A hand rubbed at his ear. "Be a good little pup and stay quiet and still. I'll be back to start taming you in the morning. Monster."