" a devil outside of hell "
Neck deep in menacing cabal – he is ruthless, heartless, his motives only know one end and his ambitions drive him there despite any interference. He is cold-blooded, hot-tempered, an incessant fiend consumed in the wild lust of succession. it is as though he craves immortality, while wielding its bounty. his mind is tracked only with survival, domination, prosperity, while his motives bathe in the grim conduct he assumes. There is a louring aura about him, that which winds its wilds through his bones and entangles in the charm of his grin; his presence exudes discord like a pheromone, malefic and secretive. Charismatic and cruel – despite his reserve, his dire ambience that tours the mind like a plague, he is effortlessly charming, silver-tongued lecher, grit with the filth of his desires. The ARCHITECT (INTJ-A)

"BLOOD IS THE ONLY TRUTH"
THE DEIVALEONNES -- Elders' Lore: They were born when the sun was swallowed by the sable mountain, and the moon wept on the ashes that dusted the forest hills. As her tears struck the ground up rose a many various creature of hoof, fang, and claw – and she begged they return the sun to the endless night sky. Most, arrogant and reckless with the gift of life, turned their back to her sobs. Others grew exhausted with their efforts, paled and weary and questioning the value of their prize. Those who remained were hungry, ambitious – ruthless in their conquest, and eager to quell the emptiness of the sorrowful sky, scavenged the earth in search of the sun. In the deep of the mountain halls they found it and tore it from its clutches. Returned to the sky, day fell upon them and wove its warmth through the mountain tundra, bringing the bounty of harvest and blooms from the ash-laden soil. Those who remained were painted with the ashes, stained by the moon's tears and held in the shadow of the mountain. They were gifted those sacred halls, the caves in which the sun had been held captive – in the defeat of the shadows that ensnared it. Their children were blessed with the thick wilds of the secret forests at the foot of the mount. From there they took as fire to the mountains, reigning in all the hallowed grounds that the moon had wept upon – felling those who failed to succeed in the quest she had entreated them with. Such was their right, such was their rule.

PHYSICAL TRAITS
striking eyes; red, silver, or gold
commonly lithe, typically tall and long
a narrow face, angular and sloped
"mane" - fur is longer around neck & spine
mountain forest shades, more often dark (black, brown, blue, dark grey, tan - some cream, never white)

I'm a coat of fists
Dead and hardened spiders
Like two mangled crowns
Or the widest of the meanest coiled snakes

Folks said I
Look like death
Lived in the hotel of my eyes
Lives wide open like a whore
Painted in spit from the earth between her thighs

Keep your halos tight,
I'm your God or your guardian
Keep your halo tight
One hand on the trigger, the other hand in mine