You walk into a bleak, empty graveyard and glance at the ancient and crumbleing headstones. This is a place for the dead, the doomed, the forgotten. A jagged wind blows on your face, making the sickly grass whisper of times of old at it's passing. You shiver and walk on, following a small, unused dirt path that weaves about the graves. Soon you come to a small, desolated looking white marble building sitting on top of a small hill in the middle of a graveyard, seeming to look forlornly over the graveyard. You push against the thick oak door and enter, eyes wide as you gaze at the interior. Bones line the walls on shelves, and a thick, comfertable sleeping pad almost loveingly embroidered with ghosts sit on the floor next to a clean water bowl. On the wall over the bed is engraved the name, Morstis. Suddenly you hear a low and haunting snarl. From the shadow emerges a hidious bat-winged creature, it's eyes are stark white and seem to almost glow, rotten flesh hangs off it's bones, a ridge of razor sharp spines runs down it's back, ending at a wicked looking tail. You back away, stumbleing on a few scattered remains. "I am Morstis, the undead, the forgotten, I linger on this world, BEGONE, the liveing are not welcome here! Harm my lifemate or pups, and you will learn more then you ever wished to of the dead!" The creature Morstis whispers in a sinister hiss, his voice like the scrape of a branch on the window pane in the dead of night. You turn and leave, vowing to return and see what other secrets this time-forgotten place holds close to its black and whitered heart. 
Stats: Name: Morstis Meaning: Death-like Gender: Male Breed: Undead Age: Adult! Diet: Nothing Parents: None Litter: Wild #1 Temperament: Cruel, Unfeeling, Agressive Mate: Nayro Colors: Slate, Gray, & Red Personality: Morstis is cruel, ruthless and unfeeling. He has no quelms whatsoever about violently murdering others and enjoys scaring and tormenting if the mood suits him. However there is more to him then that. Surpriseingly, he is a good mate to Nayro, father to the Deaths, and more reccently a grandfather! Morstis is very protective of his large family, and woe on any that would harm them. He is also nurtureing of his pups and grandpups. He still carries the memories of his past life, before he became Undead. However even Nayro does not know the specifics, but suposedly he was betrayed by a friend and used for curel and violent lab experiments, turning him into what he now is. Adopted From: Icidrakes
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