Volaxis || dominor

[Trina]

VOLAXIS

"how am I ever gonna know peace?
how will I ever see the light through the trees?
i wanna burn down everything we begun.
i wanna kill and eat my young."

this is me in the flesh,

NAME: Volaxis
NICKNAME(S): n/a
PRONUNCIATION: vho-lax-is
POSITION: Dominor

taste the sky,

AGE: four years
GENDER: male
BREED: great plains
HEIGHT: 42 inches
APPEARANCE: Scaling in at the higher end of the size spectrum at one hundred and five pounds, Volaxis is from the outset an intimidating specimen. His wide-set shoulders and burly muscular back betray the innate strength and power inherent in all of the Great Plains wolves. His colouring is monochromatic, slate-grey with blacker points at his shoulders, the nape of his neck, and the points at each of his extremities.

Though average in the physical sense of the word, Volaxis’s most recognisable attribute is his expressive face, wherein darker lines of fur make his sharp eyes larger and fiercer and bring attention to the line of his lips and the rows of cream-white fangs that lie behind them. Volaxis is a charismatic creature for all his faults, and wears a sanctimoniously sinister expression most of the time; if not a haughty grin than sheer malevolence with bared teeth and bristling hackles. His eyes, amber, are fairly typical, but far from being a window into a dull and brutish soul they radiate an innate intelligence and charm that betrays the devil inside an otherwise inconspicuous shell.

thoughts that make me go insane,

PERSONALITY: Volaxis rides the line between narcissism and arrogance so delicately that quite often the first impression he gives off is one of quiet charisma and charm. Far from being a pillar of internal independence, he feeds off others’ opinions of him like a leech and finds himself wounded when he believes he is being belittled, or mocked. However, his manipulation skills are such that it is rare that this weakness is ever exploited. Notably, he cares much more for the opinions of females than males, which can be credited more to lust than anything to do with respect or fear.


Somewhere along the lines, and despite his otherwise somewhat likeable external facade, Volaxis missed a capacity for empathy. This is easily what makes him an individual to fear- far from the rows of teeth and sheer lithe power, there is simply no line that cannot be crossed to achieve a means to an end. It is not that he acknowledges that there are some things that are ‘right’ and some that are ‘wrong’ and he simply chooses to ignore it; it is that the distinction is simply not there. If it is contrary to his motivations, no pups, mothers, cripples or family members are spared. However, this trait is muted somewhat by his innate desire to keep up appearances, and for that reason his acts of evil are relatively rare and without witness.

all over my shoulder,

FATHER: Tulkhan
MOTHER: name unknown
SIBLINGS: unknown
HISTORY: Born a single surviving pup to an aging mother, Volaxis was the last pup she bore into the world before she succumbed to the vices of nature and left him alone, weaned, but loveless and blinking into the bright lights of his father’s passionless eyes. Some dormant paternal instinct must have overridden his otherwise lacklustre soul because Volaxis was allowed to tag along, silent but alive, as his nomadic patriarch simply did what was required to keep his mighty heart beating through the day.

His father did not talk much- rarely, if at all, and was a solitary soul to his rotting core. How exactly he managed to woo Volaxis’s mother was a mystery, for he was a social leper, aghast and stuttering even at the prospect of coming across another living soul, let alone engaging in conversation. So he kept far from the inhabited world and survived in the remotest patches of woodland, just a silent shadow in the night.

It was for this reason that Volaxis was ignorant to the roles of society and almost equally as inept as socialising as his sire, skilled only in keeping his heart beating throughout the day. One morning on the cusp of adulthood he awoke to find himself alone, his mighty chaperone missing, and realised that he had simply been another task requiring fulfillment. And now here he was, alive, and no longer did his father want anything to do with him, and so he slipped away without so much as a farewell.

So Volaxis stumbled naively into the vices of the world like a calf to slaughter. Awkward and gangly and yet already beginning to echo what would eventually be his impressive size, he began to slip away from the clutches of his father’s enforced solitude and to learn the social constructs of nature. He learnt- quickly- that in the world there were the creatures that did not seek beat nature but merely succumbed to it, passive and terrified, the subordinates who followed in packs and grovelled at their masters feet. Then there were the fiery dominators- the creatures who wielded their power like knives, manipulating their peers like a puppeteer pulling strings.

Volaxis was a mirror of his father only in looks- inside his silence he soaked up every social grace and every turn of etiquette and decorum and wit he could, and slowly began to emerge from his internal hermitude, speaking more and more and finding with surprise that some of his fellows were as malleable as clay, that they liked him, and the more they liked him the easier they were to bend.

A late bloomer, his influence and narcissistic nature was only satiated when he fleshed out to become a beastly predator during his third summer, and found that he had another weapon at his disposal – size. Suddenly he was a force to be reckoned with, and in his mind the grandiose prospect that perhaps he could be something more occurred to him. With each passing day the hunger for power over his fellows throbs more viciously in his veins and as time passes the gnawing only grows ever stonger.

[⋆Ravɛn]

Very nice! Accepted!