Shadowpelt

Name: Shadowpelt
Intelligent/Manipulative/Cunning


Quote: You will bow.

Position: Leader

Personality: Shadowpelt is very intelligent and very unforgiving, he thinks nothing of torturing and killing those who stand in his way with the exception of his siblings and a select few all of whom answer directly to him. Shadowpelt plans in stages with more than a little wiggle room for the unexpected and expected, he also follows through with any threat he gives in detail to cruel accuracy. Although he is a friendly drake, courteous and polite he is likeable and kind to those loyal to him; he tries to make sure those loyal to him are comfortable and want for nothing, he can be playful and even kind in his own way, but only with those he is close to.
To those in the clan and guests he seems cold and aloof, little more than a predator biding his time and waiting for his prey to stumble and make a mistake before pouncing and ending the cruel game. always seeming to be planning something while paying perfect attention to those around him and carrying on polite conversation without fail.

Quirks: Ambitious, runt

Background: Shadowpelt sat perfectly still as his brother crowed and bragged for the warriors of the clan, impressed by their tenacity and skill. he smiled and listened as Nightclaw carried on then paused and looked at him, Shadow's tail swayed easily as he contemplated an idea before standing.

"Celebrate with them, Shadow." he nodded contently "Tell Sven, for my warrior's hard work I'd appreciate it if he would throw a clan wide celebration, drinks, food, games. all of it."
"Of course." Night smiled and walked back out into the clan.

"Trying to win Favor within the clan, Brother? How unusual." Twilightbreeze hummed amused.
"Well it won't do to have my guards disgruntled." Shadow greeted "What news?"
"Nothing special, the Dancers continue taking jobs, Lovet is simply happy to have a place to keep her House." Twilight said.
"Good. Ask if she will provide tea for the celebration, for those who prefer a weaker drink." Shadow said.
"Of course, Brother." she hummed.

Shadow knew he would never be considered a kind drake by most, he killed without mercy and took smaller clans into his own without hesitation usually after threatening the leader of those clans with a fate worse than death. he was effective and his kingdom thrived, but even so he knew there would be those to challenge his rule.