Ohh, here's another CS from me. I'm deciding on when he will appear but I'd just like to have him in here to be prepared!

I present to you ladies and gents… Fay's FATHER! Inside is why she doesn't talk about him. Much. At all.


[u][b]Name:[/b][/u] Kane "The Black" Frost

[b][u]Age:[/u][/b] 45

[u][b]Appearance:[/b][/u] [hider=Human][img]http://wac.450f.edgecastcdn.net/80450F/kbat.com/files/2015/01/Contacts-Man-with-yellow-eyes-Credit-iStock-104196509-630x418.jpg[/img][/hider]
[hider=Wolf][img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/2f/71/0e/2f710ed858eba8f4e4c0639b986bc077.jpg[/img][/hider]

[u][b]Human, werewolf, or hunter?:[/b][/u] Werewolf

[u][b]If werewolf: Alpha, beta, or omega?:[/b][/u] Alpha

[u][b]Background:[/b][/u]

In a time of restfulness and peace, Kane grew up under the tutelage of Darren Frost and his wise mother Kalina. The Bloodmoon pack spanned a massive area within the large state of Alaska. Unified. Peaceful. And strong. They got along well with humans, never hunted them. It was a safe haven for their kind. For years they prospered and stuck to their honorable code. However, the war spilling out between paranoid hunters and vicious wolves taking advantage of their gift soon came to a violent collision with the Bloodmoon tribe. War broke out between the humans and Darren. At least that's what they called it. Kane saw an entirely different story. Massacre. Betrayal. He saw his friends cut down. His mother and father murdered unjustly before his eyes. Cast out of their homes and forced to watch them burn away to dust. 

Even Kane's wife was killed, and he was left to raise two young pups by himself. In the cold, dark wilderness of Alaska with but a few wolves by his side. Some died of hunger. Some of cold. But Kane drew his kind together. The cutting frost of the wind chilled Kane to the core, and his followers. Icing over the kindness and warmth that once resided there. Kane's heart withered away into nothingness long ago. When a band of hunters came to their cave, Kane killed them. Every last one of them. None of them knew the kind of enemy they were facing. Full of cockiness and laughter, soon their screams echoed within the cave as their blood splattered on the walls. Those men never to be seen again as Kane Frost died and from the withered ashes of his heart rose 'The Black'. 

To survive, The Black knew everything. Older wolves wanted to stick to the old ways. Inexperienced wolves were too nervous to try something new. But The Black knew better. The old ways were of no use in a time of war. He instilled 'The Black Code' to his pack. A cruel, hardened guideline of life that often punished transgressors with death. Two wolves fought back and their bodies were left to be buried in snow that very night. It didn't take long for everyone to follow The Black's lead. He raided villages, small towns, trains. Often he created snow caves to throw off hunters when they actually rested in different caves. Those traps even led to the death of several hunters. The Black managed to slip spies into other packs and take them over or massacre them if they weren't willing to change their laws. 

Merciless and brutal. That was his way. And it worked. He had an incredibly high survival rate amongst his own pack when it came to being the victims of hunters. Their kill rate was even more impressive. Deaths primarily came from training and disobedience to the law. Failure of adhering to the code always meant death. No one was allowed to leave. The Black and his tribe became feared. Even dreaded within the Alaskan tundra. So much so, hunters even began to flee to the mainland USA out of fear of being the next targets. No one knew when The Black could strike next because they were trained so well in camouflaging themselves amongst humans within towns; and then striking. One town of hunters tried to make peace, and The Black agreed. However, in the middle of the night his pack stormed the village. Murdered women and children. But the men got the worst treatment. The hunters were torn limb from limb and he had their body parts scattered in a trail of blood across the snow-covered hills. A message the entire state never forgot as an entire town of people was burned to the ground. The Black and his tribe disappeared shortly after. 

Now he searches relentlessly for his daughter for she escaped and defied his laws. Rumors silently creep from east coast to west coast. The man with golden yellow eyes walks in their land now. No one is safe. The blanket of his shadow casts itself over the land. Creeping ever closer to Greyville. He is the devil of blood. The howl in the night, the image of your worst nightmares.

Yet no one can find him. The ghost in the darkness.

Run. Before he finds you.