Names Drake, but most people know me as Chaos. Sit down, shut the hell up, and listen to my story. I grew up on my family farm, just outside of a city. What city you may ask, No one even remembers its name, I was only 6 when the Demons burned it to the ground. I was at the well gathering water with my brother, when along the horizon we began to see a black mass pour down the hill, Like an ocean of shadow. Instantly we knew what was coming. Thinking only of himself, my brother ran, knocking in to me shoving me over the stones in to the black well. In moments the army of damned souls poured across the countryside, butchering all that lived, not even a blade of grass remained unblackened, all was dead, except for me. For some reason, unkown to me, they passed over the well. Perhaps it was misfortune, or fate, that rain had washed out the bridge, delaying the Kings Magicians, a coven of the kindgoms most loyal sorcerors, from arriving in my village a day earlier, sent to stop the army of madness. However they arrived defeating the Demons, a day later. The kingdom was now safe, but I was orphaned, nothing to my name. 

Having heard stories as a child of the Wonders of Central City, I thought where better to start my new life, and so there I went. Being so young and alone, living on the streets, scrapping to get by, I learned the true horrors of humanity. Beaten, broke, robbed, cheated, lied too, and much worse, I was forced to grow up quickly. Forced to fight or die. It hardened me, taught me, there is no room in this world for the weak, except to serve the strong, and I would be strong. I learned quickly, becoming a master theif, and sneak. Thats how I came across this book. 

As a theif for hire, I was assigned to rob the nearby gallery, of its collection of treasures on display, Easy enough to get in. But when entered, a magic alarm was triggered, and we had to flee. Not wanting to leave empty handed, I grabbed the first artifact on hand, A book. Lets just say, my employers where not too happy that I returned with was a book, written in foreign script. They took at and beat me mercilessly, when they where finished the pages where soaked with my own blood. They left it lying next to me in the gutter as they walked away. They where laughing so hard, they didnt notice the pages absorb the red, from my veins into the pages, almost magically. 

It just so happened that a passing scholar notice me, picking the book and I up, carrying us home, where he nursed me back to health. A few days later, He carries the book in, setting it on the bed next to me *What laguage is this book in, I can read 6 myself, and still have no inkling as to where these markings originate* He flipped open the book before I could reply, but too my surprise, in deep red ink was written The Masters Book Of Shadows in plain english. *It's only english* I reply, and seeing that I was telling the truth, he quickly infered that the book was magic, and somehow bound to me. I began reading it aloud, but stopped after the title, noticing a look of horror on the face of the elderly man beside me *That book is the book of magic written by the Lord of the seventh layer, King of Hell. He then ran, terrified for his life. 

Not knowing what to do, I quickly got out of bed, limping, getting out as soon as possible, heading to the sewers knowing no one would follow me, clutching the book to my chest. Still too weak to more much, the next few weeks where dedicated solely to the study of the book, only breaking for meals. At first I couldnt wrap my head around it, but then I slowly began coming to me, The book taught a very dark style of magic, Shadow master. The Magic to take Lifeless shadow, and to bend it to your will, Forming Coporeal objects from shadow, comanding it to lift you into flight, summoning it to shroud your movement, Giving the very shadows life to do your bidding, There was even a section on creating and controlling Demons, Beings of shadow.The form of magic used to create the wicked army of my childhood. But the book contained many secrets unknown to the weak minded sorcerer that was the master of them, the magic contained in the pages was pure, evil magic.  Few knew, but the magic had also changed me physically, giving my body new form, A hulking demonic behemoth. A form only seen by the unluckiest of my enemies, before they were devoured. 

Studying, the book slowly began to fill my body with untold power, and as my magic grew in strength I began to be overtaken by demonic urges, the book was changing me and I loved it. Lets just say that, I quickly rose to the top of the Bottom, Allies banding too me, all were just pets for my dari enjoyment, Crushing my enemies with this new found power Their screams as they recognize their doom, music in my ears. Soon I controled all crime in Central City, Ruling the city from its rotten Underbelly, Feared by all, I began wearing a hooded black linen cloak sheilding all but my crimson eyes, from view by shadow, wearing gruesome black armour on my right hand, each finger ending in a wicked point extending my own claw 2 inches.. . sitting on my new throne, A demon king, A god of shadow, worshipped and feared, I am Known merely by what I cause, Chaos.

Name: Drak Alastor

Species: Wolf

Gender: Male

Eyes: Deep crimson, but glow blood red when channeling Shadow magic.

Fur: All black except for a thicker white region leading from the navel down in a line.

Demon form: 15' Bara Wolf, eyes glowing read, 3' obisian horns, and 10' black wings, 2' fangs and claws, the fangs protruding from his lips when closed

Status: Physical Body Immortal (seperable soul immortality)

Turn ons: Cute adorable furs, The sub using dirty word :3 Sounds (moanind, growling, murring, yipping, yelping, barking, squeeking), Neck biting (you biting me) and BEGGING!!!! (nothing gets me hornier then a cute little fur begging)

Magic: Shadow magic, Bending shadow to his will, creating objects from shadow, flying, teleportation, mind control, creating and controlling creatures of shadow (demons, ghosts, shades, etc) And any other basic magic *all magic is either black or blood red*

Height:  5' 11"

Weight: 170 lbs

Orientation: Bisexual

Mate Status: Single (looking)

Personality: Dominant 

Hobbies: Roleplaying if you couldnt tell, drawing, singing, snowboarding, wakeboarding..

If you would like to see my art, my furry artist profile is chaosking70.sofurry.com, or for more whisper me for my deviant art.