<a class="postlink" href="http://i248.photobucket.com/albums/gg162/xxinuyashaxxxx/Dire.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Name: Dire Isa Roseiluwin<br/>Age: 315 (22 human years)<br/><br/>The night air was cool and crisp with a lining off in the distance of the sleepy sun being tucked away for bed. The moon was full and bright orange glowing with the stars on the top of the largest hill in the Howling Woods. This hill and the forest were linked with myths and legends that travelers passed on as they made their ways through to the small village about five miles from the hidden cemetery at the top of Mourn Hill. Legends of a beast who destroyed the dead and cursed the living, if you heard his cry while looking at him.. you would never again feel happinessâ€¦ if you looked into his right eye straight forwardâ€¦ death was upon you within the next 24 hours. Women have fallen for him and never returned.. and no one had ever felt the soft pale skin only seen from afarâ€¦The legend of a beast in human clothes who lived in a tomb at the top of his mournful kingdom.<br/><br/>Dire looked through the fog and darkness with perfect sight at the graves surrounding him. His large 7.5ft body perched peacefully atop a tombstone  of his latest meal. Dire refused to eat the livingâ€¦ it made him sickâ€¦ and he couldnâ€™t handle animal meat well so.. he stayed in his graveyard devouring only what he had to to not starve to death. His mouth was locked under a heavy muzzle which kept his foul breath of decay away from nosesâ€¦ and hid the drool of lava all hell hound had. Many stones of the graveyard held patches of black dry tar at their tops from his hands or feet resting on them along with scattered pieces of rotten flesh here and there. Lord Dire hated who he wasâ€¦ and what he wasâ€¦it made him lonely. He would watch people and try to gte close.. but none ever gave him a chance.<br/><br/>His head shook and some what he called â€œshedâ€ dripped off into a small pile of carcass into the dug up grave. His old collar jingled some as a reminder of once in his past he wasnâ€™t alone. He shifted off the rock and sniffed his way back to his denâ€¦ a tomb he had come to call home. The large casket in the middle had been cleaned of its contents over a hundred years before and now had become a bed. Piles of bones, old clothes, odd little items travels dropped were in piles all around the inside of the space. His thoughts were of the cold.. and how it made him weakâ€¦ the ball of fire making his heart was getting dim.. so he huddled in his head of cloth in his bed and whimpered faintly in the calm of the twilight.