† Sabbath Embry †

† Sigyn's Profile †

Details
• Direwolf
• Immortal
• Height after death: 6'5
• Scars along his body and face, almost too many.
• Nickname by Little Paw: Sab
• Nickname by people who knew of his killings: Ace
• Wears his mate's and little paw's feathers from their wings in his fur

Relationships
• Son of Purge and Blaire
• Brother to Omen, Elijah, and Lilith
• Grandson of Patriarch
• Mate to Vicar Embry
• Protector of Little Paw Ateara

• "Underestimate me. That'll be fun."

• "Hold on, you died." "Yeah well, it didn't stick."

• "All that blood looks good on you, brings out your eyes."

• "Touch her and you'll burn."

• "Your existence gives me a headache, go stand over there."

Biography
Sabbath was born a good kid, happy all the time and sweet. He had such a kind soul, always trusting and would talk to anyone, always greeting wolves in the morning and saying sweet dreams to them at night. Anytime you were around him, your day would light up instantly at his warmth. The kid was hard not to love.

And people took advantage of that.

Sabbath was kidnapped from his home during his teenage years by awful humans. He was trapped with chains and a spiked collar, thrown in a cage that was surrounded by all kinds of other creatures, including a black pup that had wings over her back as she sobbed inside her cage. Sabbath tried to comfort her during the chaos as the men slaughtered the animals around them by fire, guns, knives, and more. The sounds and smells were horrific, but Sabbath focused on the little pup. He learned that her name was Little Paw, and eventually she trusted him enough to crawl to the closest side of the cage towards him and sleep. She must've been exhausted. Sabbath saw the wounds that were already covering her body and knew she wouldn't make it. She was far too young to endure this kind of torture.

During his time captivated, Sabbath was burned, cut, stabbed, and shot at. He fought back with everything he had, but eventually his body gave out on him. As the men stuck a hot metal pipe into his side, Sabbath could no longer scream or yelp. He was tired. And so, he slept. His sleep was heavy and he could no longer feel his body. He imagined this must've been what death felt like. Dark, alone, no pain, no screaming, no smells. Just.. peace.

Sabbath's peace wouldn't last long. Three days after his death sleep, he awoke from his shallow grave digging himself out. He was not wounded but scarred. His body felt.. bigger and stronger. He felt.. powerful. The smell nearby told him that the men and the animals weren't far. All he had on his mind was war. He wanted revenge, not only for him but the animals these men had hurt. Revenge for Little Paw who was no doubt dead by now.

Sabbath tracked down each of these men and their families, tearing them apart as slowly as he could in front of their loved ones and leaving them alive until the very end so they could feel every ounce of pain he would place upon them. The sweet boy his family once knew was gone. Sabbath turned into a cold blooded killer. Eventually, it wasn't only the men he was after, but their whole organization. He started to leave black ace of heart cards at every death site to mark his territory, to let everyone know it was him. He was not afraid. He was hell brought upon this earth after his death, and he would not stop.

One day when we was at one of his sites and had finished killing the men there, a little whimper could be heard through the rain. He waited, ears twitching as he slowly looked around. He started to follow the sounds, looking through empty rusty cages and only stopped when a pair of gray eyes looked back at him. He stared back, not recognizing the pup until she pulled her tiny wings from her body. "Little paw?" His voice was dark, deeper than before. It was deadly, even as he spoke to the innocent. Sabbath broke her cage open and laid across the soaked ground to make himself appear smaller as the pup crawled out. "It's okay now.. I'm here little one."

Little Paw became Sabbath's little sister after that day, always protecting her and coming for her if she called. He had learned that she had been born immortal, unlike him. She could be wounded but never die, and the men tortured her for fun because of it. Sabbath promised her that she would never have to endure that pain ever again, and he meant it.

He would continue hunting down the men and the organization that did this to them until their entire bloodline is erased from this plane.