Kohl the Harbinger
| Last Details | |
|---|---|
| Death Age | 7 years 8½ months (Elder) |
| Sex | Male |
| Personality | Confident |
| Breeding Records | |
|---|---|
| Death Age in Rollovers | 185 |
| Pups Bred | 528 pups bred |
| Looks | |
|---|---|
| Base | Russet (0.46%) |
| Base Genetics | Warm Dark II |
| Eyes | Yellow |
| Skin | Black |
| Nose | Light |
| Claws | Root |
| Mutation | None |
| Secondary Mutation | None |
| Carrier Status | Unknown |
| Variant | Default |
| Markings | |
|---|---|
| Slot 1 | Dark Brown Chest (28%) |
| Slot 2 | Brown Merle Patches (53%) |
| Slot 3 | Ducat Merle (45%) |
| Slot 4 | White Merle (0%) |
| Slot 5 | Brown Tail Tip (40%) |
| Slot 6 | White Tamaskan Unders (90%) |
| Slot 7 | Black Merle Patches (100%) |
| Slot 8 | Yellow Back Patch (71%) |
| Slot 9 | White Irish (95%) |
| Slot 10 | Dark Brown Stained Limbs (35%) |
| Birth Stats | ||
|---|---|---|
| Strength | Speed | Agility |
| Unknown | Unknown | Unknown |
| Wisdom | Smarts | Total |
| Unknown | Unknown | Unknown |
| Birth Information | |
|---|---|
| Moon | Unknown |
| Season | Unknown |
| Biome | Unknown |
Biography
lore
kohl is considered as a scourge upon the very legacy that Everdeen crafted.
he is the founding father of voicism, or it would be more accurate to say he himself was the very first to turn voic, and turned some of Everdeen's trusted and trained soul finder cultivators into voics themselves, mindless brutish killing machines controlled by their very soul, corrupted by the mysterious magic that is soul finding, that only Everdeen knows the secrets of harnessing fully to a life not bound by mortal limits or nature itself.
kohl was her greatest student, her proudest achievement, her own son...
but spurred on by unknown means he turned away from her path and let himself be corrupted. he sought to use soul finding to conquer lands and instigate a reign of terror and control, where wolves were without clans or laws, and he sought to be the flame that started that very war. he spends his time in shadows, killing without a whim and corrupting Everdeen's cultivators, those who failed or to turn those most trusted against her.
he is powerful beyond a doubt, above all her cultivators except herself, the voic incarnate, whose magic shifts are second to none. he can snatch the soul of a wolf and bend it to his will, or devour it and gain even more strength. his black marred pelt is merely the façade to the truth, for those black patches are the very souls he has swallowed, that feed his growing strength.
despite his bloodlust and grudge against the very wolf who birthed and nurtured him, he spends most of his time in unknown places, wandering and travelling where he desires, killing and instilling fear, but also protecting his home in his own way, to the chagrin of his mother.
the flames of war are brewing, and kohl is the very breath that makes the foundation of that nearing battle. he is merciless, brutal and without honour, he is the cruellest wolf that has ever lived and no matter how his tale will end, he will be remembered as the harbinger of the pack of silent whispers, bane to Everdeen, and master of the voic souls...
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At first glance, you're confused, what fool left a fire burning in the snow?
Then, the air in your lungs evades you. That is no fire,
that is Kohl.
He marches toward you, head high, fog sprouting from his nose like smoke.
"If you are unaware of the fate that befalls intruders on this ground, you will learn shortly..." He muses, his amber eyes glowing like hot coals.
He looks like he's split from the body of Cerberus himself. his fur twisting, raging and untamed, marred with black merle markings, mirroring black smoke twisting across his bulky frame, like trapped souls writhing across his very being.
His eyes reflect the flames of hell itself and perpetuate the impending sense of your fate: peril...
"I will count to three little wolf, then my fun begins." He says, a sadistic grin curling ever so slowly across his grizzled snout, his teeth oh so ready to rip you apart like they've done to countless others before you.
It is then you ask yourself 'Was he sculpted from hellfire? or was it more accurate to say he was the embodiment of hell itself?'.
But you won't ever know the answer to your question, for you've spent your three seconds petrified in fear, pondering the makings of such an abomination instead of attempting to flee. As the jaws of damnation himself open up to swallow you whole, you whine, knowing the only trace that will ever be found of you is a small yellow pocket in the snow.
for once the deed is done, Kohl lets out a guttural hellish laugh, as one extra set of black marks appear upon his skin, he ebbs off into nothing once more leaving no trace of his prescience upon the land..
the land that belongs to the silent whispers......
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by Nysa #5130