Wolf Bain Try outs!!!

I am soon going to make a place for Wolf Bain, a very feared wolf. I will need somebody who can be really mean. Worse than Morgra.
*Things to know about Wolf Bain*
Immortal
evil,evil,evil
Has the power of death
Has more strenght than Aku-The wolf God- but cannot kill him
Wolf Bain will have a few slave packs and an kingdom-sorta- of his own.
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Post below if you would like to try out for Wolf Bain.

Playing mean is my middle name. I'll try!

Ok.
Create a situation.

Umm...like wut? A fight?

Ok...a fight...hmmm

With my giant canine fangs barred, my eyes narrowed. I looked at the other wolf before me, small and helpless, but I didn't care. I stepped forward, flexing my claws and swiping my tail along the ground. I threatened the other wolf by standing above him, raising my front left paw, I spread my claws. Seeing that the wolf didn't even flinch, I swiped my massive paw across the wolves head, leaving massive,deep, claw marks in the wolves face. I looked at the wolf, it's face was falling apart, it was missing an eyeball, abd it's nose was scratched up. I sneered and slammed both paws against the wolves side, sending him flying through the air before slamming against a tree, and falling limply to the ground.

Like that? That's one on one. I can do more as well and stuff.

Could you kill your own pup?

Yes. Want me to redo it then?

no. its fine. Im also going to wait for more players to give it a try. so it might be a while.

Yeah

I'll give it a try;

The pup stared up with fear-stricken eyes as I stepped towards it, my imposing form casting it's shadow over the pup, my body slowly becoming like a mountain in his eyes. He whimpered in absolute terror, trying to step back, but stumbling over his own paws. "Please daddy, I'll try harder, I'll try." But my look on him was stern. "I gave you more then enough chances, and still your a pitiful heir, only the strongest deserve to share my blood." He begins to speak again, but it turns into a shrill cry as I lunge forward, taking the small pup in my jaws. He fears that he'll be sliced to ribbons, my enormous sharp teeth cutting his sides as my vice-like jaws grow tighter. The pressure becomes more and more intense on the cub, the flavors of his tears and blood both dripping into my throat, filling my maw with the sweat mix of salt and iron. I keep the pressure on, the torturous pain burning the cub's body every single moment. He fears I will bite him in two, but the truth is much worse. My jaws release a bit, but only to lift back. He screams one last cry as he slips down. The others see my throat bulging as the cub is forced down the tight muscles, my underbelly slightly distending as he reaches my boiling innards. Hush and terror fills the room as I lay down, the pressure forcing the walls of my stomach tighter around the cub, his whimpering now silenced by his fathers stomach, the acids beginning to burn into his fur. He frantically struggles, praying for release, but it does not come, nor does even unconsciousness. He remains awake as my acids burn his skin away, melting his muscle and bone into soup. I enjoy every single squirm, every whimper, as my son is boiled down to nothing. The worthless heir serving only as a meal for his father. As the movement in my belly stops, I glance slightly to the other cubs, all of them knowing that, if they fail to impress me, they'll meet the same fate.